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

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and the weather was clear.

Li Qiang and his group woke up early and sat in the clean and tidy canteen, eating a hearty breakfast, still feeling a sense of unreality.

High-standard meals, comfortable accommodations, and a monthly salary of tens of thousands—it all felt like a dream that was far too beautiful.

After breakfast, everyone changed into their brand-new work clothes and headed to the construction site square to assemble.

Several construction teams were lined up neatly on site. Li Qiang estimated that there were about a thousand people. He thought to himself, "This must be a huge project."

On stage, Chen Ming was giving a speech before the start of construction, followed by the engineers from the construction site.

The main emphasis is on site safety regulations, operating standards, construction discipline, and other important considerations.

After a brief groundbreaking ceremony, Chen Ming left with a group of outsourcing managers.

Just as everyone was preparing to head to the construction area, Tie Zhu suddenly leaned close to Li Qiang's ear and said anxiously:

"Brother Qiang, I think I see Lao Zhou!"

Li Qiang frowned and quickly asked, "Where is he?"

Tie Zhu raised his hand and pointed to the end of the departing crowd in the distance.

"It's that guy who just walked away with the boss. His profile and build are exactly the same. He's definitely that scoundrel who cheated us out of our hard-earned money!"

Li Qiang looked in that direction and immediately spotted that familiar figure.

It's him! It really is Lao Zhou!

The other migrant workers in the group also looked over, and the moment they recognized Lao Zhou, they all clenched their fists tightly, their eyes filled with hatred.

Old Zhou stole their hard-earned money, earned through three months of toil under the sun and rain, money that was also their family's lifeline!

"Brother Qiang! What should we do? Should we chase after him and demand the money back?" someone asked urgently in a low voice.

But after the initial excitement, everyone quickly calmed down, their conflicted expressions evident.

If someone causes trouble on the construction site, disrupts the construction process, or prevents the project from proceeding on schedule, they will be expelled from the site at best, and held accountable at worst.

Their biggest concern is whether all the prepaid salaries will be refunded.

This high-paying job is their only way out in their desperate situation, and no one dares to gamble with it lightly.

A young migrant worker, his face pale, pleaded in a low voice:

"Brother Qiang, how about we just let it go? If we cause trouble and get fired, we might have to return the wages we've already received. If Lao Zhou doesn't pay us, we'll all have to go back to that unfinished building and live that uncertain life again. My family really can't afford to wait any longer."

These words expressed the sentiments of everyone, and many people bowed their heads in agreement.

"Yeah, Brother Qiang, just bear with it for now. We'll find a chance to ask him for the money later. Let's just keep doing this job for now."

Tie Zhu, his face full of resentment, frowned and growled:

"Where will there be another chance? When we worked for him before, we'd disappear for ten days or half a month at a time, and we could only keep in touch by phone. If he knew we were working on this construction site, he would definitely avoid us!"

"What can I do?" someone said helplessly. "My whole family depends on me to earn money to support them. I can't lose this job!"

Most of the people in the group remained silent and lowered their heads. If they weren't forced to, who would willingly let Lao Zhou disappear from their sight?

Li Qiang stared intently at Lao Zhou's receding figure, his chest heaving violently, and he exhaled two streams of hot air in anger.

After a long silence, he loosened his clenched fist. "Let's leave it at that for now. We'll settle this score with Lao Zhou later."

In the makeshift project office meeting room at the construction site, Chen Ming was holding a meeting with a number of responsible persons.

This project in Nangang New District is extremely large in scale. The supporting projects for the Yunding Tower have all started construction. It is necessary to assign projects, schedules, and salaries to the relevant persons in charge.

Without wasting any words, Chen Ming instructed the engineers to assign their respective projects and then distributed the new employment contracts to everyone.

"The base salary offered by Genting Tower is 10,000 yuan, with additional subsidies provided based on the actual situation after completion, and further subsidies after completion."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire conference room fell silent.

All the contractors froze instantly, instinctively looking down at the contracts in their hands, becoming increasingly alarmed as they read.

Not only are the monthly salaries far exceeding market rates, but the working hour system has also completely overturned the industry norm.

No endless, unpaid overtime, no all-night rush work that exploits employees, standardized working hours, reasonable work schedules, and extra compensation for overtime.

It's important to understand that the real estate industry is still in a downturn, and all the construction sites in the area are cutting back on wages, subsidies, and miscellaneous fees. Workers' monthly salaries are generally capped at 7,000 yuan, and there are occasional cases of wage arrears and delays.

A base salary of 10,000 yuan, standardized working hours, full subsidies, and even a completion bonus!

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock and confusion, and began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Has the real estate winter passed? Have we caught a new wave?"

"How come we didn't get a single tip-off? When did Jiangbei get such a lavish construction site?"

Amid the noise, Chen Ming's expression darkened slightly. He tapped the table to silence the murmurs.

"I know your industry has its own rules, and I don't care what your private rules are..."

"But you'd better not go too far with me. I'll put it this way: you must guarantee that every worker's actual wage will be no less than eight thousand."

"Anyone who dares to exploit others maliciously, arbitrarily deduct from their pay, create negative public opinion, or damage the reputation of the Genting Building will be made impossible for you to do business in Jiangnan Province by the chairman, understand?"

His tone was firm and powerful.

The foremen immediately composed themselves, nodded solemnly, and made their promises.

"Don't worry, Manager Chen, we will absolutely follow your rules!"

"I guarantee my workers will never cause trouble!"

They made all sorts of promises, but they had a different story in their hearts.

Even if each person only receives 2,000 per month, ten people would receive 20,000, and a hundred people would receive 200,000!

The project takes about six months to complete, and the commission alone can bring in 1.2 million yuan, which is a huge sum of money that is guaranteed to be earned!

Everyone present was secretly overjoyed. Old Zhou sat in the corner, outwardly calm but inwardly ecstatic.

Each time he absconded with the money, he only made about 300,000 yuan, and then he had to hide for a while.

But things are different now. He has fifty workers under him, and by taking a cut in accordance with the law, he can earn a stable income of 600,000 yuan in six months.

If circumstances allow, he could find another excuse to lower his salary again, and earn hundreds of thousands more!

How could he not be happy about this!

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At noon, Chen Ming led all the contractors to gather in the canteen to inspect and demonstrate the food provided at the construction site.

Old Zhou chatted and laughed with a group of contractors.

Suddenly, his gaze abruptly stopped.

At a table not far away, Li Qiang, Tie Zhu, and their group ate their meal while keeping an eye on him.

Old Zhou's pupils contracted slightly, and he instinctively stopped, a sudden panic gripping his heart.

How could it be them?

According to the information he had previously sent people to investigate, these people were penniless and desperate, and could only survive by eating steamed buns in abandoned buildings every day. How did they end up here?