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Chapter 182 You dare to be greedy for other people's life-saving money!

The contractor asked in fear: "Manager Cheng, who is this person..."

Cheng Xiaoyu said: "Nonsense, he is the general person in charge of the project, Ye Wudao."

What!

The contractor's pupils suddenly contracted!

This unspectacular guy is actually Ye Wudao, who has been in the limelight recently!

That damn cripple who everyone can humiliate actually knows the person in charge of the project!

What's ridiculous is that just now I used Ye Wudao to scare him...

Now the contractor feels worse than eating shit!

He was breathing hard, and he didn't know whether it was because he was frightened or because the cement had solidified and blocked his nostrils.

Cheng Xiaoyu said cautiously: "Brother-in-law, what on earth is going on?"

Ye Wudao took a deep breath: "This bastard bullied my brother!"

Cheng Xiaoyu asked curiously: "Brother-in-law, do you know a lame man?"

"Hey, it's not easy for your brother. His daughter is sick and hospitalized, and he has to work to make money to treat her."

"But the lame man himself is also sick and his body is very weak. He cannot withstand such high-intensity work. He has fainted several times in the past few days."

"I thought he was pitiful, so I gave him two months' salary in advance and asked him to go back and take care of my daughter, but he insisted on coming..."

Mouse said inexplicably: "Manager Cheng, I...I didn't get my salary."

Cheng Xiaoyu was startled: "How is that possible? I personally told the contractor about this matter. Could it be..."

She looked at the contractor with angry eyes: "Damn you, fat man, did you do what I told you to do?"

The foreman turned pale with fright: "Manager Cheng, I haven't had time to make arrangements yet..."

Cheng Xiaoyu was so angry that he rushed up and kicked the contractor hard: "You are not a fucking human being. How dare you steal someone else's life-saving money!"

"Get out of here, I don't want scum like you here!"

The contractor was dumbfounded: "Manager Cheng, you can't fire me. I have seniors above me and juniors below..."

Cheng Xiaoyu cursed: "Go away, your children are children, but other people's children are not! How can there be such a heartless beast like you in the world!"

Ye Wudao said indifferently: "Kneel down and kowtow a hundred times, eat these two steamed buns, and then get out!"

The contractor was immediately dumbfounded.

The cement on his body is about to solidify. After kowtowing a hundred times, he may become a cement man!

He begged bitterly: "Mr. Ye, I was wrong. I will clean up first and then kowtow..."

Ye Wudao: "If you keep talking nonsense, you will get two hundred ringings!"

The foreman didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head.

If he kowtows a hundred times, he might still have a chance to survive. If he kowtows two hundred times, he will become a man of concrete.

Ye Wudao said to Cheng Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, keep an eye on him while Moazi and I go see his daughter."

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded: "Don't worry, brother-in-law, I will never agree to this guy's less kowtow and less bite of steamed buns."

Ye Wudao pulled Mouse to the Michelin breakfast he packed.

Originally this breakfast was packed for Xu Ling'er and Xiao Yu'er, but now it seems that Mouse needs it more.

He handed the breakfast to Mouse: "Mouse, you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Eat it."

Mouse took it carefully and said: "Brother Ye, I...I want to take it to my daughter."

"My daughter has never eaten anything so delicious."

Ye Wudao sighed: "Hey, it's okay. You eat first, and I'll get another one later."

"No need to spend any more money." Mouse said hurriedly: "I brought my own breakfast."

As he spoke, the mouse dug out a plastic bag from a corner.

Inside the plastic bag, there are instant noodles, pastries and biscuits.

Ye Wudao clearly discovered that the packaging bag said "Blood Donation Love Meal".

He grabbed the mouse's arm and looked at it carefully.

The rat’s skinny arms were full of needle holes!

Obviously, this guy sold his blood to get these pastries.

And he was going to give these pastries to his daughter.

He even worked on the construction site without taking a break after selling blood!

Even an iron man can't withstand such a torment.

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