When Cao Weihua arranged for people to prepare boxed meals, he made no effort to avoid the manor's people, nor did he care if it ended up online.
It was clear that this guy acted with utter confidence.
In fact, he had thought it through. Even if this got exposed online, handing out boxed meals was not much of an issue.
It could be explained like this: since someone had illegally encroached upon the interests of local villagers, the locals naturally would not stand by idly.
If local businesses or wealthy people were willing to support their fellow villagers, that was perfectly understandable—justice lived in the hearts of the people.
Feng Jun was somewhat surprised by the man's audacity. Although he could tell there was not much to exploit in the matter of distributing boxed meals, would it not have been better to exercise some restraint than to act so openly?
He could not understand what mindset drove Cao Weihua to do this. All he could feel was that the other man was exceptionally domineering.
Seeing the money men preparing to leave, the other people also planned to depart.
Wu Limin's cousin, however, grew a little anxious at the sight. "These bastards don't even have the guts to charge in?"
Boss Feng had put up so much money. If they did not charge in, how were they supposed to make money?
Hearing that, some villagers took offense and turned to curse him. "Kid, let's see if you still dare say that tomorrow!"
His cousin grinned. "It's going to rain again tomorrow. Let's see if you can still act so smug then. I'm really curious—will wages for working in the rain get discounted? If it were up to me, they'd have to pay double."
That was quite a punchable thing to