At this moment.
Guan Jingshan finally snapped out of his terror.
This was a prophecy—a future that had yet to happen.
He hurriedly took out his phone.
It rang for a long time without anyone answering. In his panic, he called several more times.
"Hello? Dad?"
The call finally connected on the third try.
A slightly nasal voice came from the other end, sounding as though its owner had just woken up.
"Why are you calling me so late? Is something wrong?"
Only then did Guan Jingshan breathe a sigh of relief. He hurriedly asked, "Son, where are you right now? Why didn't you answer after I called so many times? Where's your mother?"
"I'm at home. Mom and I were both asleep. I'm going to inspect the construction site tomorrow. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"Wait!"
The moment he heard about inspecting the construction site, Guan Jingshan hurriedly stopped him from hanging up. "Notify the coal mine tomorrow and have everyone stop work. Give them a day off. No one is allowed to go down into the mine, and neither are you."
"What's going on? Why so suddenly?"
"Just listen to me. Go notify them right now. Have everyone still at the coal mine go home too. Not a single person can stay at the mine..."
Guan Jingshan explained for a long while, but the other party could not understand why the workers were suddenly being given a holiday when it wasn't even a festival.
Without a suitable reason, the workers might protest as well. After all, a day off meant losing a day's wages.
"Make it paid leave. Their wages will be paid as usual."
Guan Jingshan feared that his son did not understand the gravity of the matter, but he could not tell him about