I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

The workers were stunned by these words.

Looking at the four boxes of real gold and silver on the table, their emotions, which had been stirred up, subsided.

Several older workers in the front row threw their shovels on the ground, rubbed their muddy hands, and tentatively walked forward.

When Sun Dazhi saw Lin Ting take out a photocopied ledger, his heart began to pound. But he maintained his composure on the surface and turned around to shout.

"Don't go over there! It's a scam! He thinks he can just brush us off with a notebook! We demand ten million in compensation for the work stoppage! Not a penny less!"

Lin Ting ignored him. He turned to the first page of the account book.

"Wang Jianguo, from April to October, worked as a carpenter. He worked 150 days, earning 100 yuan per day, so he should be paid 15,000 yuan, right?" Lin Ting read aloud.

The wrinkled old worker squeezed out of the crowd and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! Yes! Boss, it's 15,000. I still have the money in my account at home." Wang Jianguo's voice trembled.

Lin Ting glanced at Lin Fu, who took out a stack of money from the box, quickly counted out 150 one-hundred-yuan bills, and handed them over.

Wang Jianguo took the money with trembling hands, counting it twice with his fingers wet with saliva. His eyes were completely red, and he bent his knees, kneeling directly in the muddy water.

"Thank you, boss! My mother's surgery fees are covered!" Wang Jianguo burst into tears.

Lin Fei stepped forward and pulled Wang Jianguo up with one hand.

When the more than one hundred workers behind saw that they were actually getting paid, they couldn't care less about anything else and all pushed forward.

Sun Dazhi panicked and rushed forward to snatch the money from Lin Fu's hand.

"Don't pay! I'm the contractor! I'm the one who pays the money!" Sun Dazhi roared.

Lin Ting raised his foot and kicked Sun Dazhi in the kneecap.

Sun Dazhi screamed, his legs went weak, and he knelt heavily in front of the desk.

Two men from Zhongtang came up, each grabbing one of Sun Dazhi's shoulders and pinning him to the spot.

Lin Ting picked up the account book on the table and flipped to the middle few pages.

"Sun Dazhi, the general contractor for the civil engineering of this construction site," Lin Ting said, looking at the ledger.

"Before the previous developer absconded, they made four payments to you for the project."

Sun Dazhi, who was lying on the table, turned pale upon hearing this and struggled to move his body.

"You're lying! The boss ran away without leaving a single penny! Brothers, he's lying!" Sun Dazhi roared.

Lin Ting didn't stop and continued reading.

"On May 12th, 800,000 was allocated."

"One million was allocated on June 15th."

"On July 20th, 700,000 was allocated."

"The last time was on August 5th, 500,000 was allocated."

"A total of three million."

Lin Ting turned the ledger around to face the workers.

"The money was already transferred to Sun Dazhi's personal account."

The workers stood frozen in place. The workers in front looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This isn't right," a young worker shouted.

"Brother Sun eats pickled vegetables and drinks porridge with us every day. He said the boss ran away, and he was unlucky too. He doesn't even have money for cigarettes anymore."

Lin Ting let out a cold laugh.

"He's out of money." Lin Ting pulled out several printed bank statements and threw them at Sun Dazhi's face.

"On May 13th, 800,000 was transferred to the overseas Venetian online entertainment company."

"On June 16th, one million was transferred to Suncity Gaming, an overseas gambling company."

"July 21st, 700,000."

"August 6th, 500,000."

Lin Ting read through the list one by one, then slapped the last sheet of paper on the table.

"He transferred all three million yuan of the project funds to overseas gambling websites and lost it all."

There was a sudden silence in front of the construction site gate, except for the sound of light rain falling.

More than a hundred workers stared intently at Sun Dazhi, who was kneeling on the ground.

Sun Dazhi was trembling all over, and sweat mixed with mud and water streamed down his face.

He thought he had done everything perfectly, even using underground money changers for bank transfers, so how could anyone have found out about all these transactions?

"Where...where did you get these things from..." Sun Dazhi's voice trembled.

"Never mind where I got it from," Lin Ting said, pointing at Sun Dazhi. "This three million is the hard-earned money of your workers."

Lin Ting looked at the group of workers.

"He gambled away your life-saving money, lost it all, and then incited you to cause trouble." Lin Ting reached out and tapped the four boxes of cash.

"I brought the money today, and he still wants to extort ten million from me. If I give him the money, you won't get a single penny; it will all go towards paying off his gambling debts."

The workers all understood.

Wang Jianguo, who had just received the money, rushed up and grabbed Sun Dazhi by the collar.

"Sun Dazhi! My mother is lying in the hospital waiting for money for surgery, and you're telling me the boss ran away and there's no money to pay her! You beast! You took my money to gamble!"

Wang Jianguo raised his hand and slapped Sun Dazhi hard across the face.

"Brothers! Kill this bastard!"

A young worker picked up a broken brick from the ground and smashed it directly onto Sun Dazhi's back.

"Kill him! Give me back my hard-earned money!"

More than a hundred workers, their eyes red with rage, all rushed forward.

Lin Ting waved his hand, and the two men from the Zhongtang gang released their grip and stepped aside.

Sun Dazhi turned to run, but was tackled by three steelworkers and pinned down in the mud.

Fists, leather shoe soles, safety helmets, and rusty wrenches rained down on Sun Dazhi.

The crowd surrounded Sun Dazhi, and his screams were completely drowned out by angry curses.

Lin Ting stood behind his desk and lit a cigarette. He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Grandpa, these people are really ruthless. Don't kill him," Lin Fei said from the side.

Lin Ting tapped on the table.

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

Lin Ting looked at the group of strong construction workers and pondered his next move.

Jiangjing Mansion is to be redeveloped into Lin's New City. The more than 1,000 bricklayers from Tazhai Yitang alone cannot build a 30-story building.

The people in front of me are all skilled workers who have honed their skills through years of experience on construction sites.

We have a full range of trades available, including steelworkers, carpenters, scaffolders, and concrete workers.

The Lin family is not short of money or blueprints; what they lack are people capable of handling tough battles.

The Lin's Construction Engineering Team should raise its banner.

Lin Ting threw the cigarette butt into the puddle and stomped it out.

"Lin Fei, it's almost time. Pull them apart."

Lin Fei, carrying seamless steel pipes, led thirty Zhongtang men forward and forcibly separated the angry workers.

Sun Dazhi lay face down in the mud, his face covered in blood, his right leg twisted and broken, too weak even to scream.

Lin Ting stepped forward, stood behind the desk, and looked at the group of workers who were panting heavily.

"Now that you've vented your anger, it's time to get down to business," Lin Ting said.