The system only arrives when you're old? Then let's create a super-rich family!

After everyone had signed and filled out their information, he took a photo and sent it to the finance director who was waiting at the Genting Highlands building. Then, he smiled and said:

"Please wait a moment, I will notify the finance department and immediately transfer your salaries in advance."

"About ten minutes."

The short ten-minute wait felt incredibly long to everyone.

Everyone unconsciously clenched their fists, excitedly waiting, until their palms were sweaty.

After about seven minutes, Chen Ming spoke:

"Okay, the finance department says the advance salary has been deposited into the bank account number you provided. You can check your phones now."

Li Qiang took out his phone and, sure enough, received a text message confirming that his bank account had received a deposit.

It was exactly the 15,000 yuan he filled in! It was exactly the money he was going to send home and pay for the rat's medical expenses.

"It's here! The money has really arrived!" Li Qiang's voice trembled.

After suppressing their emotions for many days, they finally erupted, and cheers rose and fell among the crowd.

"We're rich! We're finally rich!"

Everyone bowed to Chen Ming to express their gratitude, their hearts filled with thanks.

Looking at the group of simple, honest workers, covered in sweat, Chen Ming quickly waved his hand and said:

"It's nothing, it's all the chairman's orders."

Then, Li Qiang immediately topped up everyone's phone credit.

The moment the cell phone signal was restored, everyone took turns calling or texting home to let their families know they were safe, and then they transferred money.

Some people transferred money to their elderly relatives for medical expenses, urging them to take good care of themselves; some transferred money to their wives for living expenses, so they could buy milk powder and new clothes for their children; some whispered reassurances to their families over the phone, telling them that they had found stable jobs and that their families could rest assured.

Behind each simple phone call, each clumsy word of advice, and each timely transfer lies a man's responsibility and tenderness.

After everyone had finished dealing with their family matters, Chen Ming led them to the dormitory.

When they saw the accommodations, everyone was once again amazed.

The brand-new double hotel room features air conditioning, a private bathroom, brand-new bedding, and clean tables and chairs, making it comfortable and tidy.

Everyone instantly recalled the old construction site dormitories, with densely packed bunk beds, more than a dozen people crammed into one room, damp and dirty, teeming with mosquitoes, and pungent in odors. There was no air conditioning, no private bathroom, and it was unbearably hot and stuffy in the summer and freezing cold in the winter.

The two are worlds apart.

After settling in, Li Qiang made a special call to Qin Mao to express his sincere gratitude:

"Old Mao, the job you introduced to us is unbelievable. I never thought there would be such a well-paid job on a construction site."

"This isn't a favor I can repay just by buying you a drink, Lao Mao. From now on, if you need anything, just let me know. No matter what it is, Brother Qiang will take care of it!"

Qin Mao chuckled on the other end of the phone, "Brother Qiang, no need to be so polite. When I was struggling before, all the brothers lent a helping hand. Now that I have a good job, I'm naturally thinking of you guys."

Li Qiang chatted with Qin Mao for a while longer, agreeing to treat him to barbecue and drinks sometime before hanging up the phone.

After washing away the dust and fatigue, everyone lay on clean, soft beds, enjoying the cool air conditioning, and completely relaxed.

Without anxiety, without worries, without fear of the future, this group of migrant workers from the lower classes, who had been suffering from sleepless nights for days, finally got a good night's sleep.

Meanwhile, at a high-end club in Jiangbei City.

Old Zhou, the contractor who swindled everyone's hard-earned money, was lazily soaking his feet, letting the graceful, scantily clad waitress massage him, his face full of contentment.

Another contractor, Lao Qi, was sitting next to him.

Old Qi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement at how Old Zhou dared to frequent these entertainment venues so openly.

"Old Zhou, you've gone too far this time! You didn't leave a single penny of those dozen or so workers' hard-earned money from three months' work; you just ran off with it all?"

Like most unscrupulous contractors in the industry, he still has a bottom line.

Most people would at most find an excuse to deduct a few hundred or a thousand yuan in miscellaneous fees to make a little money, but no one dared to be as ruthless as Lao Zhou, who directly absconded with all the wages of the entire group of workers, practically cutting off their livelihood.

Old Qi continued, "Aren't you really that bold? Aren't you afraid things will escalate?"

Old Zhou scoffed, his face full of disdain:

"A bunch of poor, down-on-their-luck laborers from the mountains, no connections, no background, no education—how can they cause trouble? They can't even afford a lawyer!"

"Besides, I'm already being generous by giving them a job, letting them earn a little money, and even providing meals. It's only three months' salary; what good will it do them?"

"I've already spoken to all the construction sites in the area. They can't find any work in Jiangbei, and they're broke. They won't last long before leaving Jiangbei. Who will remember them then? Who will remember this?"

Old Qi nodded upon hearing this, then suddenly asked, "If you do it this way, will you still have people you can use? Construction on that land in Nangang District is starting tomorrow morning. Is it too late for you to find people now?"

Old Zhou, feeling comfortable from the waiter's massage, hummed softly, "There are plenty of workers like this. I have connections all over Jiangnan Province, specifically looking for hardworking workers who come from poor families, are honest and hardworking, illiterate, and can endure hardship."

"When I took over the project at noon, I had the contractor send the person over to me. The person is already on the way and will arrive tomorrow morning."

This is Lao Zhou's usual tactic: first, he targets poor and vulnerable workers, paying them wages on time initially, and then, like Lao Qi, he deducts a small portion of their wages to gain their trust. After that, he uses manipulative tactics to manipulate these uneducated migrant workers, falsely claiming that the client is having difficulty settling payments and that the company is experiencing cash flow problems, thus delaying their wages.

Once the major project was completed, he absconded with the full amount of money.

Finally, when the migrant workers couldn't take it anymore and went back to their local connections, he only needed to have them pretend to be unaware of the situation, put on a show of suffering, and then give the workers some travel expenses to send them home.

That's how Li Qiang and his colleagues were robbed of their wages by Lao Zhou.

Old Zhou continued, "I've already sent people to keep an eye on those people. They're about to collapse and will most likely leave Jiangbei in the next couple of days."

Old Qi nodded silently, saying nothing more, but his eyes darted around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Old Zhou closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

The thought in his mind was that the construction site in Nangang District was so far away from that abandoned building, there was no way Li Qiang and his friends could go there to look for work in the morning.

He can show up casually tomorrow morning without any problems.