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The saying goes, "The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high."

Less than three days after the performance appraisal regulations were posted, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology couldn't sit still anymore.

They secretly made three fatal moves in succession.

First, someone from the brickyard came to deliver a message, and the shopkeeper had a forced smile on his face.

"I'm truly sorry, Master Gu, but the imperial court has a full order of bricks and tiles for repairing the palace walls."

"It seems that the materials for Pujitang will have to be delayed by two months."

Then news came from the Gyeonggi Forest Farm.

It is said that the logging order was directly rejected by the Ministry of Works' Construction Department with a vermilion pen.

The reason given was high-sounding: there has been a lot of rain in the forest this year, and the maintenance period has not yet ended, so indiscriminate logging is prohibited.

The most amazing thing is people.

Twenty of the thirty-odd craftsmen conscripted by the Ministry of Works who were originally on the construction site were transferred away overnight.

The message left behind exuded an air of arrogance and conceit.

"The imperial mausoleum's drainage system is critically low, urgent dispatch!"

"Refusing to go will be considered disobeying an imperial order, and will be punished by exile and military service!"

"The Ministry of Works is short-staffed and simply can't keep up with the workload."

When Lu Qinghe climbed the earthen slope of the construction site in the early morning with the roster in hand, his usually gentle face was ashen.

"Boss, those bastards are too ruthless."

"The bricks at the kiln broke, the timber from the forest farm wasn't approved, and most of the craftsmen were forcibly transferred away."

He gritted his teeth, flipped to the latest page of the booklet, and pointed sharply at the numbers on it.

"Including the group that claimed to be sick yesterday, there are now only eleven people left at the 800-acre logistics park construction site!"

Gu Mingyue took the roster, glanced at the pitiful number briefly, then closed the book and handed it back.

She stood on the high earthen slope, looking down at the view.

The 800 acres of flat land were empty, and the white lime markings were broken and intermittent by the wind.

The huge foundation pit was only dug to less than one-tenth of its depth before construction was halted.

The pile of gravel next to it was unloaded the day before yesterday, and there was even a layer of dust on it.

The remaining eleven craftsmen were lying sprawled out under the shed, trying to avoid the sun.

Some were chatting idly with grass roots in their mouths, while others were slowly twisting hemp rope.

Two people even covered their faces with straw hats and started snoring.

They know it perfectly well.

The Ministry of Works has already stated that they intend to drag this project to its knees.

As long as they coast along, how could the Ministry of Works possibly mistreat them?

Hot winds swept in from the shimmering river surface.

It carried the smell of hot, earthy soil.

The wind blew the stray hairs from Gu Mingyue's temples, making them stick to her fair face.

She watched the scene calmly, not angry at all, but instead sneered.

Gu Mingyue reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her voice clear and calm.

"Mr. Lu."

"exist."

"Go and fetch Manager Qian."

Qian Dajiang brought over a hundred of his trusted brothers from the Qinglong Hall to Kyoto with Gu Mingyue.

The original employer said that a waterway terminal would be built to support the logistics park here, and asked him to come and do the waterway planning.

As a result, the site plan was made, but the project progressed very slowly.

Qian Dajiang was also getting anxious.

He had a premonition when his employer called him.

On the construction site, someone got itchy.

Half an hour later.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heavy, hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility of the construction site.

Qian Dajiang led his deputy Niu Jiaojin, along with more than thirty burly Qinglongtang brothers.

They stormed into the construction site with great force.

A group of men stood at the foot of the earthen slope.

They all make a living on the water year-round, and their skin is tanned dark red.

His arms were as thick as a normal person's calves, and his eyes still held the ferocity of someone who had tasted blood from a knife wound.

"Boss!"

Qian Dajiang roared in his hoarse voice, his eyes wide like copper bells.

He swept his gaze fiercely over the eleven lazy craftsmen under the shed.

"Let me see which blind bastard dares to defy my master?!"

The eleven craftsmen who had been snoring under the shed were so frightened that they trembled all over.

Their faces turned deathly pale when they saw the group of menacing "overseers".

Where is that arrogant air he had just displayed?

He scrambled to his feet, brushing the yellow dust off his trousers.

Head down, neck hunched, muttering to himself as he ran toward the foundation pit, pretending to work.

However, the speed at which they worked was still as slow as if they were embroidering.

A shovelful of soil can last for half an incense stick's time.

It's obvious he's a tough nut to crack.

Don't let your arrogance fool you! You think you can kill us?

Gu Mingyue saw through their intentions.

I didn't waste my breath on them at all.

She walked slowly down the slope and stopped in front of Qian Dajiang.

"The Ministry of Works is blocking the materials and craftsmen for our Pujitang, trying to drag this project down."

Qian Dajiang was taken aback at first, then let out a cold laugh.

He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his bulging forearms.

"Damn it, they still dare to play dirty tricks even in the capital?"

"Boss, what do you want us to do? Just say the word, our hands have been idle for too long!"

Gu Mingyue nodded in satisfaction.

He pulled out a red-headed slip bearing the private seal of Pujitang from his wide sleeve and handed it to Qian Dajiang.

The list is densely packed with the quantities and specifications of bricks, timber, and iron parts that the logistics park urgently needs.

"The construction site is short of manpower and materials right now. I'll handle the manpower issue in the city; as for the materials, you and your brothers can run errands for me."

Gu Mingyue's voice was not loud, but her tone was more composed than her age suggested.

"You will personally lead a delegation to negotiate with all private kilns and timber businesses within a 30-mile radius of the capital that are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Works."

"Tell them that the purchase price is a full 20% higher than the Ministry of Works' usual bulk purchase price!"

"Cash settlement, on-the-spot inspection, and payment; absolutely no credit!"

Qian Dajiang took the order and glanced at it, looking quite puzzled.

"Wow... the price is 20% higher?!"

"Master, this order requires a huge quantity of goods, and 20% is no small amount. It will cost us tens of thousands of taels of silver for nothing!"

Gu Mingyue dusted off her sleeves, her tone cold and domineering.

"You think those old foxes in the Ministry of Works can't suppress us at the source?"

"We won't lower the asking price enough, and we won't show our sincerity in offering cash on the table."

"Those merchants who are afraid of offending the government will probably not even be allowed to enter through the main gate."

"A problem that can be solved with money isn't really a problem."

Qian Dajiang frowned and exchanged a glance with the ox behind him.

Niu Jiaojin lowered his voice and said, "Master, don't forget our master's wealth! He's got plenty of money!"

Qian Dajiang's eyes lit up.

The boss is a man of great things, not one to concern himself with trifles!

I shouldn't be so heartbroken over such a small amount of money!

His eyes blazed with fanaticism, and his rough hands shoved the sheet into his chest and patted it down.

"Don't worry, boss! Even if the guy across the street is a living devil, I can still buy his coffin lid!"

Qian Dajiang grinned maliciously.

"Even if we take a step back and assume they're being stubborn and won't sell... well, we bandits have plenty of 'civilized' ways to get them to open for business once we're ashore!"

Gu Mingyue smiled with satisfaction and added a comment as appropriate.

"Remember not to break the law. If all else fails, there are other ways."

Qian Dajiang was very savvy.

He patted his chest and replied, "Understood! It's the rule of Puji Hall to announce the name of Prince Qi when taking action!"

Gu Mingyue: "???"

After saying that, Qian Dajiang waved to his brothers.

The group mounted their horses and rode away.

Gu Mingyue turned to look at Lu Qinghe, who was still feeling sorry for the money.

"Mr. Lu, have someone prepare large red paper immediately and write a notice!"

"What content does the employer want to write?"

Pujitang Logistics Park is hiring citywide!