After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

As a woman in a group of men, she had to put in more effort than others to manage the situation properly and prevent any mishaps.

Having heard so much gossip about why women have to suffer like this, hearing such a genuine expression of understanding suddenly eased the tension in my heart.

"you do not say,"

She sighed softly, unconsciously raising her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but realizing it wasn't elegant, she lowered her hand and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"These past few days I've been dreaming about shouting into the walkie-talkie to 'make sure the vibration is in place, pay attention to the elevation.'"

Gong Yuelong seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and took out a bottle of mineral water.

He casually handed over the water: "It's cool in the morning, but also dry. After talking so much, have some water to moisten your throat."

Xiao Liu was slightly taken aback when he saw the bottled water handed to him.

When he offered me water yesterday, you could say it was just politeness.

This bottle was clearly prepared in advance, knowing that people tend to get thirsty during morning meetings, and the temperature was even specially controlled...

She took the bottle, took a small sip, and felt the cool water slide down her throat; it was indeed refreshing.

"You..." She looked up at him, "You're so meticulous. Not just about work, but also about people..."

Gong Yuelong simply smiled, ignoring the question, and turned his gaze to the foundation pit where pouring had already begun:

"Being meticulous in your work makes things easier for others; being attentive to people makes cooperation smoother. It's all about long-term benefits."

These words are simple and unpretentious, yet they are inexplicably convincing.

Xiao Liu took another sip of water, said nothing more, and just nodded.

At that moment, the beautiful construction worker, Xiao Liu, felt that dealing with this foreman named Gong Yuelong was a pretty... nice thing.

It's hassle-free, and it's also quite interesting.

With the concrete pouring arrangements in place, Gong Yuelong felt a great sense of relief.

He lit a cigarette and leisurely strolled towards the project office's prefabricated buildings.

When the pre-shift meeting goes smoothly, the workers are united and the work can be carried out effectively.

Judging from the look in Xiao Liu's eyes, he knew she approved of his work methods. He was in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

The door to Engineer Zhao's office was ajar. Gong Yuelong didn't knock, but simply pushed it open, as if he were going back to his own room.

The room was filled with thick smoke.

The ashtray in front of Engineer Zhao was so full it was almost overflowing.

"Manager Zhao, still not done with your work?" Gong Yuelong asked casually, as if he were just clocking in, and handed him a cigarette.

Engineer Zhao looked up, took the cigarette, lit it with his own light, took a drag, and gave a deep "hmm".

Gong Yuelong pulled up a chair and sat down, the chair creaking. He leaned back, his gaze sweeping over the cold, strong tea on the table, but he didn't say anything.

The smoke drifted silently.

After a few seconds of silence, Engineer Zhao suddenly stubbed out his cigarette and spoke:

"I've received quite a few messages from people these past few days."

Gong Yuelong paused, holding his cigarette, and looked up at him.

"Those who pull strings, those who treat you to meals, those who make phone calls, and..." Engineer Zhao glanced at him, his tone devoid of emotion, "I've never heard of your name before."

Gong Yuelong didn't reply, he waited.

Engineer Zhao leaned back, his gaze shifting to the noisy construction site outside the window, and suddenly sighed.

"I'll choose you, for three reasons."

First, that agreement you wrote, putting yourself under strict control, shows you're a genuine person. Second, the team you lead is well-organized; Cao Dayong admires you. Third—”

He paused, then turned back to look at Gong Yuelong, his eyes holding something else:

"You have a good eye for people, which makes Engineer Liu feel at ease. That's not easy."

At this point, Engineer Zhao leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice:

"But the work is easy to do, but the people are hard to guard against."

He stared at Gong Yuelong, his tone becoming heavier:

"You're a complete stranger, and you've already taken the biggest piece of meat."

Some people disagreed, some were envious, and some felt that you were in their way.

In the following days, the construction site will be chaotic, with many people and vehicles... Materials will be deliberately delayed, equipment will suddenly break down, and your workers will be forced to drink alcohol during meals, causing them to miss work—these kinds of underhanded tactics will be commonplace.

He paused for a moment, as if to allow Gong Yuelong to process the information:

"Let's not talk about distant examples, let's just talk about the previous joke."

There's a foreman from out of town who does excellent work and pays low prices, just like you are now. He's taken over the work of several local work teams.

What happened next? Less than three days later, two of his capable workers were beaten up by a group of drunken strangers while having a late-night snack. They ended up in the hospital with broken legs and were unable to work.

The foreman's own car, parked on the side of the road, had all four tires punctured, and the brake lines were also cut.

Zhao flicked his cigarette ash, his voice flat:

"This is still considered following the rules; no one died. What's worse is when they report your workers for not having temporary residence permits, and when the labor inspectors arrive, the entire construction site comes to a standstill..."

He looked at Gong Yuelong:

"Tell me, what's the use of doing a great job when things get to that point? The project is delayed, the client gets angry, and in the end, you have to replace him. That foreman slunk away, and he didn't even get his medical expenses fully reimbursed."

Mr. Zhao stubbed out his cigarette, his tone becoming a bit harsher:

"In this industry, being able to do the work on the blueprints well is a skill. But being able to handle all the unseen and hidden aspects outside the blueprints, and get the work done smoothly and efficiently—that's real skill, that's what makes you truly stand out."

Behind the smoke, his eyes were deep:

"That's all I have to say. There'll be a lot of work to do in the future, but you'll have to get through this first."

After hearing this, Gong Yuelong felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't expect Zhao Gonghui to say these things suddenly—this went beyond what a typical project manager would tell a labor team.

His words contained reminders, considerations, and even a hint of heartfelt sincerity.

He knew in his heart that Engineer Zhao was pointing out this danger because he considered him one of his own.

With over four million in debt, he had nothing left to lose, but that didn't mean he wanted to fight head-on.

Ruthless tactics are the stupidest approach.

In terms of legality, he had a stamped agreement in hand, which meant he entered the market in compliance with regulations.

The sports center is a project commemorating a gift, and the command center is most afraid of work stoppages and disturbances.

If someone really causes trouble and makes a big fuss, he will be the first to report that someone is obstructing the progress of key projects. Who can take the blame for that?

Even when it comes to his connections, he's not entirely without leverage.

Jiang Yan's beautiful face flashed through my mind—this woman was indeed a creditor, but she was also a businesswoman.

She had to rely on him to complete the project and earn money to break even on the money she lent out and the resources she invested.

In a sense, the person who most hopes he will have a smooth journey and avoid any mishaps is probably this beautiful creditor.

If anyone wants to use underhanded tactics, they'll probably have to get past her first.

As for the brothers in Nanshan, Cao Dayong can keep them in check. They're after long-term stability, not a one-off deal. Keeping them united and binding their interests tightly is the best defense.

Thinking of this, a relaxed smile reappeared on Gong Yuelong's face, much like when he first entered.

He looked at Engineer Zhao and said with a smile:

"Manager Zhao, I've taken your words to heart."

He leaned back, his posture even more relaxed than before:

"Don't worry. This job won't go wrong. I know what I'm doing."