They Drank Again

"Sixth Uncle, I heard this new boss is rich?"

At the construction site, a man in his thirties mixed cement with a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he called out to a man nearly fifty, who stood some distance away studying the blueprints.

Sixth Uncle didn't even turn around. "Isn't that a stupid question? If he weren't rich, could he take on this guesthouse?"

"Exactly. In this dump of ours, whatever you do, you lose money. Wasn't the previous boss pretty wealthy too? In the end, he couldn't keep it going before it even opened. This boss must be even richer. Otherwise, why would he be so stubborn? He knew it would lose money, but he still took it over?"

"City folks must have something wrong with their heads. What's so bad about living in city apartments? Why do they keep running out to a place like ours?"

"Hey, if you put it that way, doesn't that mean our dump is actually pretty good? Otherwise, would rich people be idiots, coming here just to lose money? These days, city people are into this sort of thing."

"But this boss really is rich. I heard from the young people in the village that his car was imported. It cost over a million once it hit the road. Then he had it modified too—they said it was worth over two million now."

"Damn. That one car sitting there is worth more than we'd make working ourselves to death for a lifetime."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. The new boss is coming over with his girlfriend. Work properly. Yao vouched for us, so if we don't do a good job, Yao will be the one in trouble. Besides, this boss is an expert. He understands this stuff better than we do. Get back