I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The sugar is definitely good quality, with no additives and no expiration date, but would Wei Yuntao dare to give it to his son?
Certainly not.

He's not here as a guest.

"Mr. Lu, what we want is not candy."

He was neither humble nor arrogant, looking directly at the other person sitting on the sofa with a resolute and firm gaze.

Lu Xu smiled and didn't press the matter further, giving a signal with his eyes.

"sit."

Wei Yuntao protected his son and didn't move.

"Mr. Wei, don't you want to resolve the issue?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuntao took a deep breath, put his arm around his son, and walked step by step toward the sofa under the watchful eyes of the burly men on both sides.

"Where is Mr. Wei's wife? Is she still working on weekends?"

Lu Xu asked casually.

In negotiations, the first step is to build rapport and create a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.

My lover... is gone.

A hint of sadness flashed across Wei Yuntao's face, but only for a moment. After sitting down, he still held his son's hand. After a brief moment of grief, his eyes were once again filled with determination.

"I'm sorry, I apologize."

Lu Xu immediately apologized.

“Mr. Lu, my promise to my wife is to take good care of our child. I used all my savings to buy a house from your company so that we could have a better environment for our child. I don’t care what kind of place I live, but I can’t let my child down, and I can’t let my child’s mother down.”

Lu Xu nodded, seemingly understanding, and then looked at the other person's strong arms and rough face.

"May I ask, Mr. Wei, what do you do for a living?"

"I am a bricklayer."

Bricklayer.

Commonly known as migrant workers.

They were responsible for tasks like tiling and painting walls.

Lu Xu smiled in surprise, "So we're in the same industry after all."

That's not a problem. Generally speaking, they're all in the construction industry.

Lu Xu seemed to be giving him full respect, but Wei Yuntao did not accept that respect.

He looked at Lu Xu's glasses and the eyes behind them.

"I am different from President Lu."

The supervisor next to him was definitely furious, but Lu Xu didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to make a scene.

“Being a bricklayer is a very hard job. Mr. Wei has to work and take care of his children at the same time. It’s really not easy.”

Lu Xu resonated with the working class and turned his gaze to the little boy, saying, "Your father is a great man."

"My father is the greatest man in the world!"

The little boy shouted firmly.

Lu Xu smiled.

"Mr. Lu, I have only one request. Can you tell me when we will be able to move into our own house?"

Bricklayer.

Raising a child alone.

I also need to save money to buy a house.

Just thinking about it makes me feel breathless.

"Unfinished project" may sound like just two light words, but behind those two words lie countless families in despair and collapse.

no doubt.

This father and son were in a worse situation than Zhang Zhongquan.

At least Zhang Zhongquan has a wife and children, and his partner helps support the family.

If they had a way to make a living, why would honest laborers go out into the streets to hold up banners?

“I completely understand Mr. Wei’s feelings. Those who wear silk robes are not the ones who raise silkworms. Mr. Wei has renovated so many houses, but he doesn’t own a single one.”

Lu Xu stopped, seemingly out of sympathy for the other person's fate.

Although he was already well aware of the developer's ugly face, the project manager's performance from the beginning to the present still gave rise to a wisp of unrealistic fantasy in Wei Yuntao's mind.

Despite being the victim, he set aside his dignity and pleaded, "Mr. Lu, could you please refund my payment for the house?"

Lu Xu looked at him without saying a word.

Wei Yuntao felt uneasy under her gaze, and forced himself to say, "This amount of money is nothing to your company."

Lu Xu didn't get angry, but he also stopped smiling. He said calmly, "When Mr. Wei came in, he should have seen that we have resumed construction. Your house will be handed over to you in the near future. Why do you still want to cancel your purchase?"

"Then please give me a definite answer, Mr. Lu. When is 'nearly in the future'? This year or next year?"

As a father and a worker who had been in the construction industry for over a decade, how could he not understand the ins and outs of it?

Resumption of construction?

Who knows when it will be shut down again?
Moreover, with the situation escalating to this point, with both the homeowner and the developer facing off in court, even if the house is eventually completed smoothly, can the quality be guaranteed?

Have to admit.

Zhang Zhongquan, who was the first to reach shore, was smart enough to get his money back and escape his misery. However, his good fortune does not mean that everyone can be so lucky.

As a developer, you can compromise once, but how can you keep compromising?
Today Zhang San comes to return the money, tomorrow Li Si comes to return the money. Money is secondary. As a company, if it loses its reputation, how can it go on in the future?
"I cannot guarantee Mr. Wei a specific date, but we will do our best as soon as possible."

really.

Wei Yuntao's illusions gradually shattered.

ASAP.

Only children would believe such lies.

"Mr. Lu, please refund my purchase money. From now on, we'll keep to ourselves and I'll tear down the banner immediately."

He abandoned any wishful thinking and became resolute in his sole objective.

Lu Xu fell silent.

The supervisor, who was skilled at reading people, knew it was time for him to step in; he was really struggling to hold back.

"Snapped!"

He slammed his hand on the coffee table, seemingly oblivious to the pain in his hand.

"You're asking for it! You think you can just stay out of my way? You, surnamed Wei, really think you're someone important? Who do you think you are? President Lu invited you in because you had your son with you, out of pity, and you've already taken advantage of me? Want to check out? Fine! Go ahead and take legal action! Oh, right, didn't you go to court? Didn't you get a result? What? You don't even accept the court's judgment? You're resorting to this futile attempt to cause trouble when you can't get what you want, you bunch of troublemakers!"

The supervisor was spitting as he spoke, probably because he had been holding back for so long and was now letting out a long, satisfying rant.

"My dad isn't a troublemaker! It's you! You bunch of bastards!"

The little boy shouted at the top of his lungs, trying his best to protect his father with his weak strength.

Are we the bad guys?

The supervisor pointed to himself, his sinister appearance and pointed, monkey-like face making him look exactly like a villain full of evil in movies and TV shows.

"We built so many high-rise buildings in Shacheng. We provided jobs for millions of migrant workers like your father, giving them work, food, and the ability to support their families. The development of this city is inseparable from our company's contributions. But what did your father do? Just because he moved into the house a little later, he sued us. He lost the case, and then he went and put up banners, slandering and defaming us, seriously damaging our company's reputation. You little brat, do you even know what this behavior is? You're a primary school student, haven't you learned this yet? Let me tell you, this is disorderly conduct, it's illegal and criminal. It's a crime that will land you in jail!"

Only eight or nine years old, the supervisor's fierce and menacing appearance terrified the young boy, who looked panicked and trembled.

Wei Yuntao immediately stood up, gripped his son's hand tightly, and stood in front of him, doing everything he could to act as a shelter from the wind and rain.

"Why are you yelling at the child? Slander and defamation? Isn't this a blatant breach of contract? Such a big company, you dare to do it but not admit it?" "Admit it? Admit what?"

The supervisor also stood up, his menacing expression turning menacing. "The court has already ruled. We have no problem with it. If we take to the streets to cause trouble just because the verdict doesn't suit us, how can there be order? Wouldn't society descend into chaos!"

As a bricklayer, eloquence is certainly not Wei Yuntao's forte, but is it because of his poor speaking skills that he is speechless at this moment?
No.

What rendered him speechless was clearly the law that upholds justice and fairness.

“You’re just a bricklayer, and you can plan precisely for each job and estimate when it will be finished. But do you know how much work our projects involve? How many workers need to be scheduled, how many departments need to be coordinated, and how the project schedule can be a little earlier or later? That’s all perfectly reasonable!”

A capable supervisor has a few tricks up his sleeve; he's not just a sycophant. His impassioned speech made Lu Xu nod unconsciously, adjusting his glasses and revealing a satisfied expression.

"You, you all... you're just making excuses!"

Wei Yuntao pointed at a group of scoundrels who distorted the facts, his dark face flushed with anger.

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Who is right and who is wrong is not determined by your opinion or mine; only the court has the final say!"

The court's verdict became the supervisor's trump card, and also an airtight seal, silencing all of Wei Yuntao's grievances.

"Fine, fine! I refuse to believe that you can really cover up everything. I will fight you to the end. If one day isn't enough, I'll fight you for a month. If one month isn't enough, I'll fight you for a year. I will persist until justice comes!"

After saying that, Wei Yuntao took his son's hand and turned to leave.

The supervisor flew into a rage, yelling, "Stop right there!"

The silent, muscular men seemed to be activated, their intentions turning hostile as they surrounded the father and son.

"Mr. Wei."

Lu Xu's words caused the atmosphere to freeze again.

“I greatly admire Mr. Wei’s courage. There are very few people in this world who dare to persist in what they believe is right, regardless of whether it is right or wrong.”

Wei Yuntao stopped and responded with a resounding sentence.

"Justice lies in the heart of the people!"

Lu Xu smiled calmly.

"What I want to discuss with Mr. Wei is not fairness, but the return on investment. Mr. Wei is a bricklayer. Standing on the street all day, he only loses a day's wages, but what about the child? Has Mr. Wei ever thought about the impact of other people's strange looks on a child who is only a few years old? Living in such an environment for a long time will cause irreversible damage to his mind."

“I know that Mr. Wei had no choice but to bring his child along because there was no one else to take care of him. But is Mr. Wei really doing this for the child’s own good? If his classmates knew that he was standing guard on the street with his father holding a banner, he would be ashamed at school and would become a laughing stock and a target of ostracism.”

"Mr. Wei."

"Your beloved is watching over you from the afterlife."

Even the supervisor felt a sudden jolt and glanced warily at President Lu, who was sitting on the sofa with a gentle and composed demeanor.

Wei Yuntao suddenly turned around.

"Shut up!"

"You have no right to mention my lover!"

Lu Xu nodded calmly, without showing any anger or displeasure. "I am not qualified, and I can choose not to mention it, but Mr. Wei cannot choose not to think about it."

"Being ostracized, being looked down upon, and being ridiculed are nothing compared to what might happen if Mr. Wei's stubbornness leads to some unexpected incident..."

Lu Xu's gaze fell on the little boy who was being blocked behind him.

"Then Mr. Wei's lover will probably haunt you even as a ghost."

Even those living at the bottom of society have their own inviolable taboos.

Wei Yuntao, the bricklayer's Achilles' heel, was undoubtedly his son, with whom he depended for survival.

Upon hearing the other party use his son as a threat, his eyes immediately reddened, a surge of passion rushed to his brain, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst forth like a flood, causing his reason to crumble.

"Stop him!"

The supervisor had a bad feeling and shouted urgently, but it was too late.

What do migrant workers have in abundance?
strength!

"despair!"

Losing his mind, Wei Yuntao released his son, stepped onto the coffee table, and pounced on Lu Xu like a tiger released from its cage before the burly men could pounce on him.

Lu Xu seemed stunned by the sudden turn of events and sat motionless on the sofa.

"boom!"

A solid punch landed on the refined-looking Mr. Lu's face, the force of which tilted his head to one side, tilted his glasses, and caused blood to instantly spill from the corner of his mouth.

How do you say that?

A common man's anger can cause blood to spill five steps away.

It's okay to bully honest people, but don't push them too far.

"I told you, you're not allowed to mention my lover!"

Wei Yuntao said every word.

The muscular men, a beat too slow, rushed over, subdued him, and dragged him backward.

Wei Yuntao stared intently at Lu Xu, without struggling, perhaps knowing he had no power to struggle.

Having been punched in full view of everyone, and by a bricklayer no less, Lu Xu put his glasses back on, wiped his mouth, and saw the blood on his fingers. Instead, he gave a strange smile.

"Mr. Lu, are you alright?"

The supervisor rushed over to help him up.

Lu Xu waved his hand, refusing his solicitousness. He pressed his tongue against his cracked lips, seemingly sensing the level of pain, before slowly getting up.

A big shot is a big shot.

Even at this moment, he remained expressionless, neither happy nor angry.

"Dad! Let go of my dad!"

The little boy was also brought under control.

Lu Xu dusted off the corner of his suit jacket and casually approached Wei Yuntao. When they were only a step apart, he stopped and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Tell me, are you asking for trouble?"

"There are security cameras here."

indeed.

Surveillance cameras are mounted on two opposite corners of the ceiling, recording everything that happens in the office from all angles without any blind spots.

"The law can't deal with me, Mr. Bricklayer. Tell me, can it deal with you?"

Their eyes met, and Lu Xu gave the other person a chilling, sinister look before turning his head away.

"Call the police."

"Ah, ah?"

The supervisor was caught off guard.

I said, "Call the police."

"mean!"

Wei Yuntao cursed angrily.

The supervisor snapped out of his daze, hurriedly pulled out his phone with one hand, and pointed at him with the other, yelling, "You're fucking dead!"

"father!"

The little boy being dragged was heartbroken.

Wei Yuntao, whose shoulders were gripped from both sides, tried to turn around.

"Don't be afraid! Remember your father's words!" (End of Chapter)