Chapter 392

In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..."

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so..." In mid-April, the weather in the North was still a bit chilly, but in front of a house in the Guangzipian area, things were bustling with activity; they were building a house.

Cao Debao, who was sifting sand, spat, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned on his shovel and watched Xiao Guoqing and Sun Ganchao working: "Hey, I say, take a break, take a break. It's only past eight, there's plenty of time."

Xiao Guoqing looked at him with annoyance: "Just hurry up, you're the slowest one working. There's only so much work, the sooner we finish, the better."

Sun Ganchao didn't say anything, because this was building a house for him; it was already decent enough that they could come over early in the morning to help, so how could he criticize them?

Cao Debao waved his hand and said: "Ganchao, if you ask me, you should tell Bingkun, let Bingkun find his brother; those two brothers can find anyone. Our little matter is nothing to them at all; one word and they'd handle it for us."

"Let Bingkun find his brother to get me a house? Bingkun himself is still living in Guangzipian, what are you thinking? Besides, all these years, have you seen Bingkun ask his two brothers to handle anything? They have so many children in their family, don't they earn the same amount of money as us? If Bingkun spoke up, with his two brothers' abilities, maybe factory director of the soy sauce factory would be a bit much, but being a deputy factory director wouldn't be a problem, right? But he's been through all these years, hasn't he also been through thick and thin? He hasn't had it easy either.

Don't think about finding Bingkun for everything; you have matters, I have matters, if we find him for everything, tell me, is Bingkun in a difficult spot or not? Not to mention anything else, these years, seeing a doctor and such, isn't it no problem? Didn't Brother Yan see a doctor for your dad? That person is so