Time abruptly rewound.
"What the hell are you babbling about? Give me the camera!" The Middle-aged Foreman lunged over with a vicious look, trying to snatch the camera.
Whenever Dong Xuebin did not need to use BACK that day, he would use it before bed to get accustomed to it. After nearly a hundred uses, he was now used to the discomfort of the scene suddenly changing. He merely blinked, felt dizzy for half a second, and then came back to his senses. He shot the Middle-aged Foreman a cold glance, turned his head, and quickly called to the migrant workers digging up the paving stone behind him, "Stop digging! Stop, stop!" Even as he spoke, his mind raced desperately for a solution. The box had been hidden so carefully—maybe there really was treasure inside. This was far too rare an opportunity, but how could he make sure it became his? Those people were about to dig it up. Think of something! Think!
The migrant workers hesitated slightly and all looked toward Dong Xuebin.
"You think they'll stop just because you said so? Who the hell are you?" The Middle-aged Foreman turned back and shouted, "Get back to work!"
The workers exchanged looks, then used their shovels to pry hard at the bricks beneath their feet.
The gray stone slab had already loosened and was about to be pried open. Dong Xuebin grew anxious. The moment his attention wandered, the Middle-aged Foreman forcibly snatched the camera from his hand. Seeing the foreman wordlessly pull up the photos to delete the files, Dong Xuebin flew into a rage. "You don't know when you're being given a break!" An idea suddenly came to him. He swiftly reached into his bag, pulled out his new work ID, opened it, and waved it before