The next day, after Li Ye got to work, he first had someone print out the contracts, then called the person in charge at the construction site to give him a heads-up.
Although he was the "client" and the workers were all fellow Qingshui natives, they had already agreed a few days ago to give all eighteen buildings to them. Now he had to explain things properly.
"Old uncle Zhang, Buildings Seventeen and Eighteen at the new site haven't started yet, right? Set them aside for Qiangzi's elder brother-in-law! He's in a hurry to get married and desperately needs money!"
"Oh, oh, don't worry, don't worry. Qiangzi's business is our business. Just let us know when he's coming. If he lacks anything—supplies, materials—we've got it all here."
Old Uncle Zhang naturally had no objections to Li Ye's instructions. Though he was now a well-dressed, respectable-looking "manager," a few years ago, when he had been scratching a living out of the dirt back home, he had been a poor bastard who could go three months without tasting meat.
It was only after Li Ye, this "Wenqu Star," arrived in the capital that he pulled a whole group of people from Qingshui out of their nest of poverty and gave everyone a good life.
Repaying kindness was the collective consciousness of the Qingshui Gang. If an "outsider" appeared among them, that person would immediately be kicked out of the circle and targeted by everyone.
But Old Uncle Zhang then added, "By the way, Li Ye, Qiangzi's elder brother-in-law is from the capital, right? What if he looks down on outsiders?"
Li Ye hurriedly said, "He won't. He's not that kind of person. If he were, I wouldn't think much of him either!"
"Eh, eh, then that's good, that's good. Hehehehe~"
Old Uncle