Daylight flew by.
The crimson clouds of sunset stained the earth.
The day's work at the suburban construction site finally ended early.
A large part of the reason was thanks to Ye Chen.
Holding a hefty pouch of coins, the foreman offered it to Ye Chen, his expression complicated as he murmured with a sigh:
"Ah, young man, you're far too capable. Staying in a place like this really is a waste of your talents."
Meanwhile, the workers around them stared at the bulging money pouch in the foreman's hand, each of them wearing a dark expression.
Ye Chen alone had done the work of thirty men today. Though he had greatly improved the construction's overall efficiency, he had also taken away the work of a whole group of people around him.
There was never any shortage of poor laborers like Daigman here. Born lowly and lacking education, they could only rely on this sort of physical work to support their families. Ye Chen's arrival had undoubtedly struck them with a heavy hammer.
Besides, the project as a whole did not actually need such high efficiency.
Naturally, Ye Chen, who understood these unspoken rules of human relations, caught the meaning beneath the foreman's words. However, he said nothing and merely accepted the money pouch.
In truth, he had already deliberately held himself back while working today. He had also spent quite a bit of time asking the other workers about Sin City's history, although the results had all come up empty.
Once the day's wages had been paid, Ye Chen headed home with Daigman and handed all the money he had earned over to the old man for safekeeping.
Along the way, the old man cradled the young man's money pouch in his hands, his aged face brimming with a