Rebirth of the world Xiaolong

Chapter 768

Dong Qingyun did not delay and ordered the project manager to call everyone to come for a meeting.

The project manager was frowning and wanted to find an opportunity to ask Dong Qingyun to help say good things, but Jiang Zhihao was standing next to him. He didn't dare to say much, so he could only leave with his head down.

Soon, workers on the construction site came over in groups of three or three.

They looked at Jiang Zhihao and Dong Qingyun standing at the door of the office curiously, and whispered about what had happened.

Dong Qingyun originally wanted to call Jiang Zhihao into the house and wait, but Jiang Zhihao ignored him and didn't speak, and just stood there.

Dong Qingyun could see that Jiang Zhihao was angry. He was no longer the Dong Zong of the past. Strictly speaking, he could only be considered Jiang Zhihao's subordinate. If the boss didn't move, he could only wait by his side.

In my heart, Dong Qingyun had already scolded the project manager and others, and didn't know how these turtles offended people.

Among the workers, the man holding a hard hat in his hand saw Jiang Zhihao and couldn't help but stop.

The person behind him was caught off guard and hit him, and couldn't help but say, "Xiao Li, what are you doing?"

"That person..." The worker looked at Jiang Zhihao, trembling all over. The Chinese cigarette in his mouth had fallen to the ground: "He, who is he?"

"You said you were standing next to Mr. Dong? I don't know, maybe you are an assistant." The coworker replied.

Assistant? But judging from Mr. Dong’s attitude of talking to him, he doesn’t look like an assistant at all, at least he looks on the same level.

And even if he is an assistant, he is Mr. Dong’s assistant. He has told him so much before...

Thinking of what he said before, the worker was suddenly dry and the joy of showing off a pack of Chinese cigarettes just now was gone.

The old guard who had the same reaction as him also looked at Jiang Zhihao with his eyes straightened.

More and more people gathered, but Jiang Zhihao had no intention of speaking. It was not until Li Bing set up the projector and confirmed that everything that could come was coming that Jiang Zhihao went over to connect his mobile phone to the projector.

The first picture is the gate of the construction site.

Jiang Zhihao stood next to the projector's cloth shed, waved his hand slightly, rejected the microphone handed over by Li Bing, and then faced everyone.

His calm face sank at this moment. The speed and strength of his face change made Li Bing next to him feel cold.

In the past, she only thought that this man was very capable, but had a gentle personality. But it was not until this moment that she suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary man.

The momentum of change in an instant made people feel as if they fell into an ice cellar, and their bones were cold, but the surface of their body was as if they were exposed to the scorching sun in the dog days. They couldn't help but sweat all over their body.

The voices that were talking just now disappeared in an instant, and there was silence around them.

Jiang Zhihao's words also came to everyone's ears at this moment: "The next thing I want to say may not be able to hear clearly because of my location. But I will only say this time. If you can't hear clearly, I suggest you

I erect my ears, because the person who made a mistake will not have a second chance to listen. Please look carefully at the pictures played by the projector, and I will explain them one by one. The first picture is the gate of the construction site.

The person in charge of the guard is Jin Xiangmai, a very petty-bourgeois name. Of course, he is also very petty-bourgeois. With a package of soft China, strangers can enter the construction site at will without any identity explanation.

, wear safety protective gear."

Everyone immediately turned to look at the old guard. Jin Xiangmai was shaking all over when she heard it, and the Chinese cigarette in her pocket had been pinched flat.

His lips were trembling, as if he wanted to explain something, but no one cared about his thoughts at this moment.