Feng Jun could not be bothered with Zhou Xiaotong's people at all. He walked straight over to the Prosperous Tang Company staff and asked which two were guarding the gate.
The two guards stepped forward, their hearts in turmoil, worried that their five-thousand-yuan monthly salaries might be at risk.
The project manager had assigned them to guard the gate, plainly telling them that the client paid three hundred yuan a day, but they could only receive a monthly salary of five thousand. The company had to charge management fees. If they messed up, it would not only hurt them, but also damage the company's interests.
For people working at a construction site, a five-thousand-yuan monthly salary was not much, but... they were basically getting paid to sit around.
Moreover, during their idle time at the gate, they could help out around the site and earn extra money—high-intensity jobs like loading and unloading, or lighter work like cooking.
They could easily make seven or eight thousand yuan a month in this job. They truly cherished it.
Feng Jun stepped forward, pulled out a stack of red bills, and counted out ten. "Here. You two did well today. As gate guards, you need to keep your eyes peeled... five hundred yuan each as a reward."
Not only had he given them a material reward, he had also elevated their status. He did not call them "gatekeepers," but "gate guards."
The two gate guards were naturally overflowing with gratitude, but the men confronting them could not take it anymore. They turned to look at Zhou Xiaotong. Wasn't this a slap in her face?
Zhou Xiaotong did not care. Instead, she watched Feng Jun with great interest, an unusual light flickering in her eyes.
Her reaction made her seem a little lovestruck, but honestly,