"Boss Yang, you're finally back."
Back at the residential area, the car had barely stopped and they had only just entered the villa when they saw that the living room was packed with people.
There were Zhang Han, Zhang Wei, Jiang Yan, Zhang Xiangui, Wang Xiaoming, and several unfamiliar people, most likely relatives of someone present. Two burly, stern-faced bodyguards sat to Wang Xiaoming's left and right. It seemed the earlier arrangements had taken effect quickly.
Liu Xiaoyu's efficiency was still quite high.
The one speaking was Zhang Wei's uncle, a man in his early thirties wearing a suit.
"What happened?" Yang Jian felt that the atmosphere here was rather off.
Zhang Xiangui clutched his bleeding head and said, "What else could it be? The workers caused trouble. They refused to stay and keep working. Just now, the foreman took them all and ran off. I couldn't stop them."
"Uncle Zhang, are you all right?" Yang Jian asked.
"I'm fine, just a scrape." Zhang Xiangui said, "But at this rate, I'm afraid the safe house won't be finished."
"How much has been completed?" Yang Jian asked.
"The main structure is done, but the supporting facilities haven't been installed yet. If it has to be used now, the safe house can keep people alive for at most ten days. After ten days, it won't be suitable to live in due to water shortages, power outages, and so on. At that point, the safe house will have to be opened again for maintenance and resupply," Zhang Xiangui said.
Building a safe house was not so simple. It was not enough to merely build a room; many factors had to be considered.
"The longest we can stay is only ten days?" Yang Jian frowned slightly.
That was far shorter than expected.
By his