"Also, stop whipping people at the drop of a hat. These miners are people too. Try talking to them more, and treat them better." Looking at the whips in the overseers' hands, the girl in white seemed to remember something else and spoke up.
"You're absolutely right, miss," the overseers hurriedly replied.
"Hypocrite." Hearing the girl's seemingly kind words, Xiao Yan curled his lip in disdain. He knew without asking that her standing in the mine could hardly be low; otherwise, the overseers would not be so eager to please her. As for those remarks that supposedly had the miners' interests at heart, Xiao Yan thought they were of little use at all.
Expecting oppressors to communicate with the oppressed was less believable than claiming he was the First Emperor of Qin... Xiao Yan was certain that once those overseers went back, not only would they refuse to change, they would grow even worse, venting their resentment over the scolding on the other miners. This girl would dust off her backside and leave, perhaps even thinking she had done a good deed, when in reality she had only thrown more fuel onto the fire of their conflict.
"Who's that little girl?" some of the younger miners could not help asking. There was a touch of amazement in their eyes as they watched the girl in white, clearly drawn to her beauty. "What's her status? How come she has so much clout?"
"You mean Miss Lin Jing? She doesn't actually belong to the Yang Origin Vein, but her aunt owns it. The mine owner dotes on her, so her word is law here too," said a miner who had been there for quite some time.
Hearing this, Xiao Yan shook his head, somewhat speechless. A girl like this was actually named