I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"We must be attentive this time when we resume work. We must strive for excellence in every aspect. We absolutely cannot be perfunctory in order to rush the work. It is better to be slow, but to be meticulous, understand?"

Inside the moving Mercedes-Benz S400, Lu Xu gave instructions to the project supervisor.

The destination of this trip was the second phase of the project next to the train station, which had been stalled for a long time.

The chairman spoke solemnly, and as the person in charge, I dared not take it lightly.

"Mr. Lu, the construction team arrived at the site early this morning, and all kinds of equipment will be on site by noon. I will definitely let the outside world see our Greenland's sincerity in taking responsibility for the owners."

The supervisor, with his sharp features and shrewdness written all over his face, easily discerned the unspoken meaning in President Lu's words.

Lu Xu nodded in satisfaction and looked out the window.

Today is a clear and sunny autumn day.

Before they even reached the construction site, about two streets away, Lu Xu suddenly frowned, a cold, sinister glint flashing in his eyes behind his Montblanc glasses. "Stop the car."

The black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, exuding an aura of wealth and power, came to a stop.

"Oh shit!"

The supervisor also saw the scene outside the window, and his expression changed instantly, transforming from a docile sheep into a ferocious mandrill in the blink of an eye.

He made a move to get out of the car.

"What do you want to do?"

The supervisor was taken aback, then turned around and said, "President Lu, this is damaging our group's reputation. I'll get rid of him."

“We are businessmen, not gangsters, and we have no law enforcement power.”

Lu Xu's words left the supervisor stunned and completely baffled.

"Please invite him to the project site."

After saying that, the Mercedes-Benz S400, which had been parked for a moment, restarted.

roadside.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties was holding up a brightly colored banner that read, "Greenland, give me back my hard-earned money!" He was also accompanied by his son, who looked to be only eight or nine years old.

Greenland Phase II.

Project Department.

Through the office glass, you can see a large portion of the building complex.

Compared to its predecessors who started selling houses after only building one gate, Greenland is actually quite conscientious. At least all the buildings have been topped out, with only the landscaping and doors and windows left to be finished.

Why is the project stopped here when there's not much work left and the main building is already completed?

Because when homeowners buy houses, the payment is not directly deposited into the developer's account. Instead, the money goes into the housing administration bureau's escrow account, and then the housing administration bureau gradually pays the developer according to the project's progress and proportions.

This is the standard procedure.

In other words, once a building is topped out, the developer can receive most of the payment, even if they don't get all the money. This is why so many unfinished buildings are abandoned after the building is topped out.

As for why there are those who simply build a gate, it's an unusual approach.

It just means they're at different skill levels and play different games.

Greenland is a leading company in Shacheng, but compared to giants like Hang Seng Group, it's nothing special.

"That man's name is Wei Yuntao. He bought a small apartment in our building. He was the biggest troublemaker among the owners, causing trouble every now and then and instigating other owners. He only calmed down after the lawsuit ended and dared not have any more violent conflicts with us, but he did raise a banner."

A man wearing a hard hat leaned forward nervously to report to Lu Xu and the supervisor on the sofa.

He was responsible for security and order maintenance at the construction site and sales office.

"Are you fucking stupid! You think you can just let him lift it? Why don't you just tear it up?!"

The supervisor started swearing.

The helmet couldn't hide the sweat dripping from his temples, and the man, knowing he'd messed up, quickly offered a tearful explanation.

“We warned him and chased him away multiple times. He used to hold it up at the entrance, then he moved to the other side of the street. We never expected him to hide so far away to hold it up now…”

Two streets, you might not even be able to see them.

It's really not fair to blame him for his poor work ability.

Driving them away won't solve the problem.

Even if we discover it today and kick people out, won't they just come back three blocks away tomorrow to protest?
So what is the best way to solve this problem?
They are the people who solve the problems that create them.

"waste!"

The supervisor scolded him.

There was a knock on the door.

Several fierce-looking, burly men brought the father and son in.

The supervisor glanced at General Manager Lu beside him, composed himself, and immediately fell silent. Very considerate.

They also brought his banner.

"Mr. Wei, is that right? Please have a seat."

Wei Yuntao had never seen such a scene before. The guys who came to cause trouble and confront him before were all those guys wearing helmets.

But now that fellow is standing there humbly.

Therefore, it's clear that the person sitting on the sofa must be a high-ranking leader.

The one wearing the refined glasses and giving him a friendly smile is probably quite extraordinary.

"What do you want to do?"

Wei Yuntao didn't sit down; he first protected his son.

"This is President Lu. He's in charge of this project. Whatever your needs, President Lu can help you resolve them."

The supervisor said ominously.

"How old is the child this year?"

Lu Xu asked the little boy.

"Nine years old!"

The little boy was fearless and, despite his young age, had great backbone, bravely meeting Lu Xu's gaze.

"Shouldn't a nine-year-old be in elementary school?"

Lu Xu raised his wrist and checked the time. "Shouldn't we be in school at this hour?"

"Mr. Lu, it's the weekend today."

The supervisor sitting next to him whispered a reminder.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Lu Xu smiled apologetically, "People like us usually can't remember dates."

"That's because President Lu is too dedicated; he works even on weekends."

The sharp-tongued, monkey-faced supervisor seized every opportunity to flatter him.

"Little boy, have some candy."

There was a plate of mints on the coffee table. Lu Xu picked up a few and gestured to the little boy.

"I won't eat your food!"

Little bastard!

The supervisor's face darkened.

Lu Xu's smile remained unchanged. "Why? Don't you like sweets?"

"You are all bad people!"

The little boy's eyes were filled with a hatred that shouldn't exist at his age.

Wei Yuntao instinctively pulled his son closer.

Lu Xu put the mints back on the plate. "Children this age should be carefree, studying, learning, and playing. Mr. Wei, you shouldn't involve the child in this."

"You've gone too far!"

Wei Yuntao shielded his son, and it was clear he was nervous, but he remained determined to defend his rights. "When will I be able to get my own house?" he asked.

Lu Xu smiled.

"When the time is right, you will get it. Doesn't Mr. Wei trust the court?"

Wei Yuntao clenched his teeth, trying to hold back, but he couldn't.

"The court and you are all in cahoots!"

"presumptuous!"

The supervisor shouted, "You, surnamed Wei, how dare you! Who do you think you are..."

"I'm talking to Mr. Wei, do you have the right to interrupt?"

The calm tone, devoid of any emotion, immediately silenced the supervisor.

Lu Xu looked at the man who was pretending to be calm.

"The child is homeless on the streets with Mr. Wei; it's not easy for him. Mr. Wei, please give the child a piece of candy." (End of Chapter)