Elder Yu's words sounded somewhat casual, but that was not entirely the case.
So Yu Qingzhu's meaning was this: they could give the manufacturers a hand at the policy level, and the manufacturers would definitely... know how to behave.
And what would happen after they behaved? Naturally, Feng Jun would benefit... and he would naturally owe the Yu family a favor.
Given Yu Qingzhu's age and experience, she should not have been able to think of handling matters this way. But her family's teachings ran deep—she had been exposed to such things from childhood.
After she made the suggestion, Elder Yu accepted it quite happily.
For someone like him to occasionally cross the line—though it might not even count as crossing it—was also a way of making his voice heard.
All in all, it was perfectly normal for him not to speak up, and even more normal for him to occasionally do so. Since that was the case, why not trade some dispensable resources for a favor from Feng Jun?
Once they had settled the matter, Yu Qingzhu pushed her grandfather's wheelchair toward the valley. Halfway there, they discovered houses being built halfway up a small slope.
There were few trees here, mostly low shrubs. Quite a few of them had been trampled, but the workers were putting up simple prefab houses, which did not demand much from the foundations.
Elder Yu tapped the armrest, and Yu Qingzhu stopped. She looked around, spotted Gao Qiang supervising the work, and beckoned to him. "Brother Qiang, what's going on here?"
Gao Qiang walked over. He knew Boss Feng had no intention of hiding this from the Yu family—otherwise, the houses would not have been built here. Smiling, he answered, "The boss arranged it at short notice. Some guests may be coming after