"If you don't do it well, you won't get a cent of the money!"
"It's useless, you can't finish the work and you still want money!"
Nan Zhen roared angrily, but in the face of Nan Zhen's reprimand, the contractors could only accept it, daring to get angry but not dare to speak.
Their wages have been delayed, and they have been trying every means to squeeze them. They only eat steamed buns and porridge, so how can they have the motivation and strength to work?
However, despite this, they cannot resist and do not dare to resist.
Just a while ago, I heard from workers at other construction sites that a young man was almost beaten to death because he contradicted a woman in Nanzhen. His legs and ribs were broken, and he was almost killed by a Tibetan mastiff bite.
Even so, the young man did not receive any medical expenses and was thrown out of the construction site like garbage.
The world is like this, rich people are never short of money, and poor people without money can't make much money even if they work hard.
"Cheer up and work hard!"
"If this area of buildings is not completed by the beginning of next year, you won't get a penny!"
Nan Zhen scolded a few more times, and when he saw that these people were like quails, he sneered with satisfaction, spit on the ground, and then took the Tibetan Mastiff and prepared to leave.
The two bulky bodyguards behind him saw this and followed closely behind.
At this time, a voice containing anger suddenly came.
"We won't work if we don't pay you!"
One of the contractors couldn't stand this cowardice and yelled loudly.
The migrant workers under his supervision have been arguing with him about the payment of wages, but even his own wages have been delayed, so where can he get the money to pay them?
Besides, those who can come to the construction site to work are older and younger. They have no education but no energy. That’s why they build buildings here. They also have to support their families.
Now he is I spent my own money to buy food and cook for the migrant workers, but if I continued to eat like this, I would not be able to protect myself and would have to starve to death.
He finally understood that the rich would only give them a pie, but in fact they had no food at all.
Nan Zhen, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.
He looked back, with a ferocious expression on his face.
"who?"
"Who said you wouldn't do it just now?"
His eyes swept over the contractors, and they were extremely cold.
The contractors quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into Nan Zhen's eyes.
Only the contractor standing at the far side, who looked to be about forty, took a step forward and looked at Nan Zhen with open eyes.
Then he said, "Master Nan, I don't mean to go against you. It's just that the wages have been delayed and we really have no money to eat."
"For the brothers under me, I buy and cook for them out of my own pocket. Please pay us the wages we are holding back, so that the brothers can all have enough to eat, and we will be strong."
Work."
"In this case, it can be completed as soon as possible, right?"
"Without wages, we wouldn't even be able to afford food, let alone work."
The foreman said and sighed.
What this foreman said resonated with several other foremans.
Not only him, but also several other contractors are struggling to support it with their own money. However, if this continues, they will soon run out of ammunition and food. Where will they get the money to give it to everyone?
Buying groceries?
If this continues, I really won’t even have anything to eat.
Although they thought so too, when they looked up and saw Nan Zhen's face, what they originally wanted to say died in their stomachs.
Nan Zhen listened to the contractor's words with a gloomy face. Instead of showing sympathy or relenting, he sneered.
"You want wages, right?"
"Can."
With that said, Nan Zhen took out a bank card from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone.
"There is one million in this card. If any of you want it, come and get it immediately!"
After hearing that there was so much money in the card, the faces of the contractors changed, and they all showed eager looks on their faces.
However, looking at the bodyguard standing behind Nan Zhen and the Tibetan Mastiff that was about to move, they looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to take the card.
You know, Nan Zhen's temper has never been so good. No one dared to step forward to get the bank card for fear of getting angry.
If he really took it, the fate might be even worse than that of the little brother who had his leg broken.
Even the contractor who had just asked for money was just watching from a distance but did not dare to step forward.
"What's wrong? Why are you so cowardly?"
"I took out the money, right in front of you, and you don't dare to take it?"
"Is it fun to play with me?"
"Um?!"
Nan Zhen snorted coldly, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the several contractors standing in front of him.
It's all Lao Zhao's fault for saying that.
It's over now, maybe I won't get any wages anymore.
Not only Lao Zhao, but also the others will suffer the wrath of Master Nan Zhen.
well.
"Looking at it like this, you don't want it anymore?" "Don't forget it, but since I took out the money, there's no reason to take it back."
As Nan Zhen spoke, he sneered. Looking at the eyes of several contractors who suddenly felt hopeful, he said the second half of the sentence coldly.
"Let this money be used as medical expenses for you."
As he said that, he flicked his wrist and the card fell to the ground.
"Hit me hard!"
Nan Zhen turned around and walked to a soft chair not far away and sat down.
The two bodyguards nodded and then walked towards the contractors.
Several contractors immediately panicked and begged for mercy, "Master Nan, we know we were wrong! We don't want the money anymore. We really don't want it anymore. Please take it back!"
"Yes, Master Nan, Lao Zhao is also impulsive. Please be noble and let us go!"
Nan Zhen looked at me coldly, "No more? It's you who said I wanted the money, and it's you who said I didn't want the money. What do you think of me, Nan Zhen? Huh?"
"Hit! Let them suffer!"
"What the hell, you dare to ask for money from me, I don't want to live anymore!"
"Wouldn't it be better for you to keep this money for yourself and use it as a coffin?"
Suddenly, a voice came from not far away, it was Yang Yi and Ying Er coming towards them.
Yang Yi only took one look and knew that the man wearing a floral shirt holding the Tibetan mastiff was Nan Zhen of the Nanfeng Group.
"Who? Who dares to say that?"
Nan Zhen turned around and looked at the two people coming towards him.
The Tibetan Mastiff followed the sound and looked over. When it saw that it was Yang Yi, it immediately shrank into a ball in fear, lying on the ground and screaming "Woo".
His eyes were full of fear, and his tail was curled up next to his body.
