Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Longdu, afternoon.

After lunch, the workers at the construction site squatted in twos and threes on the steps, watching videos on their phones to pass the time.

"Hey, have you watched that American guy's live stream lately?"

"I saw it. I couldn't help but see it. Just open any website and it's everywhere."

"What exactly does the US mean by this?"

"Who knew that without issuing any announcements, he just started a live stream and got beaten up by the BOSS on the space base map, and that was the end of it. It's really inexplicable."

"Who can argue with that..."

Almost all players around the world are discussing the live stream hosted by the United States. Besides marveling at how increasingly cunning the map bosses are now, they are also wondering what the United States is trying to achieve.

There was no publicity, no explanation, no purpose, just pure beatings, which left people completely baffled.

"Hey! Stop slacking off, get back to work!" A foreman-like man walked over and urged the workers who were resting to the side.

The man was not tall, but had broad shoulders. He wore a red safety helmet, and his face was rough from being exposed to the wind and sun. His temples were already gray.

He walked a few steps into the group of workers and gently kicked a young worker who was squatting on the ground. "This project is about to be inspected, what are you slacking off for! Hurry up and clean this up, do you even want to go home?"

The workers stood up, put away their phones, dusted themselves off, and grinned, "Hehe, Boss Qi even came to supervise the work himself!"

"Bullshit! When have I ever missed a day?" Boss Qi laughed and cursed.

He glanced around and nodded. The basic facilities in the house were all set up, with only some construction debris piled up, waiting to be cleaned up.

The real foreman came running out. He was in his early forties, surnamed Sun, short and stout, and ran with small, quick steps, the flesh on his face jiggling.

He ran over, bowing and scraping to Boss Qi, then pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to him, saying with a fawning smile, "Yes, yes, Boss Qi cares about the brothers down below the most. These live streams in the US are really popular lately, aren't they? I've got some free time now, so I'm watching them."

General Manager Qi took the cigarette, and Foreman Sun quickly lit it for him.

General Manager Qi patted Foreman Sun on the shoulder, picked up a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Yeah, I've heard about it too. The recent live streams have been quite a stir."

The foreman nodded, leaned closer, and said, "Yeah, they fight every day, but they're getting worse and worse. I don't know what they're doing, letting those map bosses run rampant."

Mr. Qi picked up his cigarette, flicked off the ash, and chuckled dismissively. "Heh, stop worrying about other people's business. How much do they make in one job? Hundreds of thousands, millions? How much do you make? And you're still feeling sorry for them?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "These days, real estate projects are getting harder and harder to manage. If I weren't inexperienced, I'd be willing to go into dangerous areas!"

The foreman chuckled awkwardly, rubbed his hands together, and said, "But Mr. Qi, I heard that this project we're working on seems to be related to these players as well?"

President Qi frowned, glared at him, and his face darkened. "Who told you that?"

The foreman immediately waved his hand, "It's just hearsay, just hearsay! I don't know anything about it!"

General Manager Qi snorted, paused for a moment, and said, "Fine, it's almost time to hand over the project, so I might as well tell you. This project was specifically made for the United Nations players."

The foreman stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "Really? Wasn't it supposed to be some kind of grand project? Turns out it's just for players? Does it really need to be over a hundred stories high?"

"They say it can boost the local economy. We'll just do what they ask..." President Qi exhaled a puff of smoke, his words lacking conviction, as if even he himself didn't quite believe it.

"Alright, let's get back to work! We'll be handing over the project and heading home in a few days! Let's all keep up the good work!"

"Alright! Let's get to work!" the foreman shouted, urging the workers to begin their tasks.

General Manager Qi turned and left, not returning to the makeshift office shed, but instead walking slowly alone in the building.

He arrived at a floor-to-ceiling window. This floor didn't have glass installed yet; only the steel frame was exposed. The wind howled in through the opening, making the hem of his work clothes rustle.

This is Longdu, a southern island nation, where even in the dead of winter, the temperature is over 20 degrees Celsius.

He stood by the window and looked down. The height of five or six hundred meters made his legs feel weak, even though he worked on construction sites all year round. He subconsciously took half a step back and held onto the pillar next to him.

Part of the glass curtain wall outside has been installed, reflecting the afternoon sunlight so bright it's dazzling.

In the distance lies the urban area of ​​Longdu. Although it's called an urban area, it's mostly low-rise mud-brick and tile houses with roofs made of tin sheets and tarpaulins, all in a drab gray color.

In stark contrast to the colossal structure rising from the ground before them, it was as if a giant stood among a group of dwarfs.

President Qi felt a mix of emotions as he recalled his first visit to Longdu for inspection.

After getting off the plane, it took more than three hours of driving to reach this city. Along the way, the roads became narrower and the buildings became shorter.

When the car finally drove into the street, both sides were crowded with barefoot children and men squatting at the door smoking, all staring at the convoy.

He later learned that the place had a long history; it used to be a port, but the waterway was changed, the economy collapsed, and what remained were some dilapidated colonial-era buildings and densely packed slums.

Most locals make a living by doing odd jobs and small businesses; they don't have any decent industries.

Logically speaking, it's impossible for anyone to invest in building a 500-meter-tall building in a place like this.

But in the end, this project actually came to fruition.

During this period, he felt awkward no matter what he thought about, but he couldn't say it and had no one to say it to.

He is the person in charge of this project and the head of the group. Although he has substantial assets, he is still willing to go to the front line to supervise the construction.

Although he was a construction worker, he spoke roughly and had a bad temper, but he always treated the workers below him very well.

He provided ample food allowances, never owed a penny of overtime pay, and even gave out red envelopes during holidays, which made his subordinates willing to work for him.

Therefore, he must not panic. If he panics, his subordinates will be unable to continue working.

Initially, this project was initiated in a very rushed manner.

From receiving the offer, inspecting the site, to finalizing the contract, the entire process took no more than three months.

The people from the client's side were all foreigners, dressed in suits and ties, speaking very politely, and offering ridiculously good terms.

Mr. Qi felt like he'd won the lottery. In all his years in the construction industry, he'd only ever been the one getting pressured to lower prices and delay payments; he'd never been offered money so readily.

At first, we encountered many problems. Working abroad is inherently troublesome, with language barriers, different regulations, and frequent friction with locals.

When the foundation was first laid, nearby residents surrounded the construction site several times, holding up signs to protest, making quite a scene, but all they wanted was some compensation.

However, the client is very powerful and has strong financial backing, so it can be said that they have full support in this regard.