Rich people's tastes

"Ah, what a heartless woman." Roland sighed.

"What's going on with your blood?" Jason asked worriedly. "Are you making nitroglycerin inside your own veins?"

"It's fine. Just a minor problem," Roland said vaguely. "Let's head back. I wonder how things are going at the church."

"How long have we even been gone? They probably haven't finished the plans yet."

"We'll find out when we get back."

By the time the two returned to the church, construction had already begun. Roland wanted to take a closer look, but a man wearing a red hard hat stopped him. "Put a hard hat on!"

"Where's the designer?" Roland asked after putting on a hard hat.

"He's on the construction site. Go that way and you'll see him." The safety officer pointed him in the right direction.

"Okay."

Dust filled the construction site. Roland searched for a while before finding the designer. "How did you start work so soon? Are the plans ready?"

"Of course. Don't underestimate my professional skills." The designer pulled a thick stack of plans from the backpack behind him. "Take a look. I guarantee there's nothing wrong with them."

Roland's eyelid twitched. Finishing all that work in such a short time was a little ridiculous, wasn't it?

"I have to earn my pay, after all," the designer said. "The same goes for the workers."

"Am I paying that much?" Roland looked at Jason.

"...No way. I already bargained them down as far as I could." Jason quickly shook his head.

"Huh? Didn't you raise our wages earlier?"

"When did I ever say that?"

"Your finance officer told us when he paid us."

"Since when do I have a finance officer?" Roland froze.

"Don't look at me. Where would I get that much spare cash?" Jason spread his hands.

"Would someone