Chapter 508: Start work! Little brother, you are blessed

The morning sun rose, and the golden sunlight instantly paved Jinshan City, dispelling the depression and haze in people's hearts.

With a shout, the time for work arrived quietly.

"Start work!"

'Boom, boom!'

Ox carts loaded with cement and sand lined up and drilled into every corner.

The South City District fired the first shot of reconstruction.

People got up early, full of expectations and hope, picked up all kinds of tools to enter the site, and started working hard.

There were many people with construction experience. They would take odd jobs at construction sites when they couldn't find stable work on weekdays.

Over time, they also added a skill.

It just so happened that Su Yang hired workers at a high salary, and the benefits were unprecedented and rare in the city.

It happened that the war was over, and people had no reason not to join.

Of course...

They were rebuilding their own homes, so they had to go all out.

Of course, there were also a small number of people watching the show on the sidelines.

For them, the house itself had no commercial value, so why bother to make a big move to rebuild it into a flat house?

"Look at that bunch of slaves who have been working like cattle and horses all their lives. They can't hold back when they hear the salary is high. They are destined to work for others all their lives," one person said, picking his fingers, disdainfully.

"Not staying at home to hold their wives and children in the middle of winter, but running to the freezing outdoors to do hard labor, just for a few pieces of silver, it looks bitter."

"If you ask me, Su Yang did help us drive away the warlords, but isn't he a vested interest? He won the hearts of the people in a few words, and who knows if he will become the next warlord in the future?"

"You say that... it's not impossible. Now whose power in Jinshan City can compare to the Liuhe Association? Plus the merit, he says one, who dares to say two?"

"I see Su Yang is young and looks like he has no city, eight out of ten it's not him giving orders, there must be someone else behind him."

Just as people were discussing, a figure touched over quietly.

The man picking his fingers didn't notice and continued: "In this day and age, where is there any kindness for no reason? Even if it's a god in heaven, they want a few sticks of incense from mortals. Is Su Yang really that kind? Doesn't he want any benefits?"

"Then you think... what does he want?" A voice filled with coldness rang out from behind.

The man felt the tone was wrong, thinking he didn't approve of his point of view, and increased his volume: "That goes without saying? This must be all business behind the scenes, maybe he even wants to create his own dynasty, drawing a tiger by imitating a cat, playing with our blood!"

"Drawing whose cat? Painting whose tiger?" This person's voice was even colder.

"Of course it's He Zhenlong. That guy's means of collecting wealth are the best in a century, specifically picking on us soft persimmons who have no money and no power," the man shook his head, his voice filled with anger.

"Is that so?"

The man suddenly felt his back cold and subconsciously turned his head to look.

When he saw the cold and stern face, he was so scared that his face changed greatly and turned green instantly. "Zhao... Hall Master Zhao..."

Zhao Xian brought a stool and sat down, crossed his legs, and said nonchalantly: "Continue, I'm listening."

The bystanders felt their hearts tremble and wanted to retreat.

A thought flashed through their minds—when did he come?

The man looked left and right, but found no one to defend him, and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

Zhao Xian looked him up and down with interest. "Why don't you say it? Weren't you talking happily just now?"

"Hehe... Hall Master Zhao, what are you talking about? I was just seeing that everyone was bored, so I chatted a few words of irony." The man smiled awkwardly.

"I happen to have nothing to do, chat with me," Zhao Xian said.

"This..."

The man was suddenly in a dilemma, a look of fear appeared in his eyes, and he shouted in his heart 'I'm done for'!

"If you don't say it, then I will 'invite' you to the Security Department to think carefully. When you think clearly, then speak."

After saying that, Zhao Xian waved his hand, "Take him away!"

Before long, Zhou Xiaoshi led more than ten people with expressionless faces to surround this group of people, and shackled them without saying a word.

The man struggled constantly, but suffered from the fact that his thin arms couldn't twist the thick thighs. Watching his hands being shackled, he shouted: "Is it against the law to crack a joke? This is hegemony, this is autocracy!"

Zhao Xian sneered, "During the war, spreading rumors to disturb the hearts of the people, I haven't beheaded you in public, which is already a great mercy."

"Who gave you the power to kill people? Even He Zhenlong has no right to take my head because of a word or two!"

Zhao Xian was amused when he heard this, "So you are very happy that He Zhenlong demolished your house?"

"There is no right or wrong in war, I don't comment," the man was stunned and shouted loudly.

"A good 'no right or wrong'!" Zhao Xian saw that he was still stubborn, and ordered: "Record his identity information, divide his land, and don't repair it from now on!"

"What!?" The man was shocked and protested loudly: "Everyone, come and see, Hall Master Zhao of the Liuhe Association is bullying the market and bullying us common people who have no money and no power!"

As soon as this was said, it immediately attracted many onlookers.

Zhao Xian drank with everyone yesterday. After some interaction, people had a certain understanding of him.

Watching people pointing and pointing, Zhao Xian was not angry, but more determined to 'fix' him.

"President Su has racked his brains, broke into the enemy's encirclement alone to expel the warlords and almost lost his life. He is only twenty years old, his age is indeed not big, but he already has the heart to bless the world."

"And you... in such an important day of reconstruction, dare to chew your tongue behind your back?"

"I don't kill you, it's because I see that today is not a day for blood."

"Even if I repair your house, you are still a white-eyed wolf who scolds the cook after eating."

"Since you look down on President Su's grace so much, can I take back the compensation?"

Zhao Xian's voice got louder and louder, and finally shouted.

The man was scolded until his face was blue and white, wanting to refute, but was met with a higher-intensity scolding.

"Damn it, I thought only storybooks had such heartless bastards, didn't expect to really meet one in reality."

"You scold your mother when she gives birth to you? Slave mentality carved into the bones after being enslaved by warlords for a long time?"

"A cheap bone should be driven out to fend for himself, repair a fart house."

Listening to the constant scolding in his ears, the man lowered his head, his body trembling constantly.

Zhao Xian saw that the deterrent effect was almost achieved, and waved his hand: "Take him away, hand him over to Minister Feng of the Procurement Department."

"Tell her, this guy wants to taste what it's like to be 'played' by others!"

"Okay!" Zhou Xiaoshi's eyes lit up, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

Minister Feng's methods of torturing people were famous throughout Jinshan City. Zhou Xiaoshi had heard of them before, but had never seen them with his own eyes.

Thinking of this, he looked at the man meaningfully and said: "Little brother, you are blessed..." ===== CHAPTER 509 =====