Murong Dasen couldn't see the person but only heard the voice. From the voice, he knew who it was. Manager Lu, Lu Youda, the project manager of this period, he was usually the biggest official here.
It is said that he is a relative of the boss. He is a local emperor here. It is common for him to deduct money from employees. He has two followers, and he is very arrogant.
"You guys let me go first, I can't retreat now!" Murong Dasen said.
"Oh, you dare ask the manager to make way for you. You don't want to do it anymore, right? Get out of my way..." one of the attendants said angrily.
Murong Dasen said: "It's such a narrow road and I'm carrying something. You guys lean to the side and I'll pass by quickly!"
"Why is he such a slut? I don't understand no matter what. If we take him away, the manager will still have to meet with customers!" said the attendant.
So the two people grabbed the steel pipe and threw it to the side. Murong Dasen's shoulders were already heavy, but they lost his center of gravity and fell down. The steel pipe pressed Murong Dasen's neck, and he struggled on the ground.
And they walked on the steel pipe.
"Ah, ah, you, you..." Murong Dasen screamed from below, and his neck was almost crushed.
After all three of them passed by, Murong Dasen struggled to come out from below, paralyzed from exhaustion and unable to move.
After a while, someone yelled over there: "What's going on? Are you still okay? The steel pipe fell to the ground. If it breaks, can you afford to accompany it? Why don't you pick it up quickly!"
The person waiting for the steel pipe in front shouted loudly.
"Just come!" Murong Dasen took a few deep breaths and put a smile on his face. This matter has passed.
He wouldn't put it on him.
Continue to pick up the steel pipe and walk up.
When he got paid in the evening, he could only get one hundred yuan.
"Why is there only one hundred? Isn't it three hundred?" Murong Dasen said angrily.
The accountant said: "The wear and tear of tools must be included in your money, and you work very quickly, which affects the construction period. The meal you eat is enough for two people. It is already good to give you 100 yuan." , Do you want it? If not, get out!"
The accountant looked at him with a hundred dollars in his hand.
Murong Dasen took the money in his rough hands and turned around to leave.
"Humph, what a shame!" the accountant said.
Originally, he still had two hundred today, but the accountant took one hundred. He often did this kind of thing. A manual job like Murong Dasen's in Kyoto would cost at least four hundred a day, but Murong Dasen could only get one hundred.
The workers here are very mobile every day. No one can work for more than a month.
The construction progress on the ground is very slow. It has been three months since the groundbreaking and only seven or eight floors have been built.
Murong Dasen has been working here for more than a month and has earned several thousand yuan. However, he has no savings now. For him, as long as he has food and shelter and does not starve to death or freeze to death, money is important to him. It didn't mean much to him. He gave all the extra money to the elderly in the welfare home or the children in the foster care center.
He would not give the money directly but buy some things. If he gave the money, it would be good to have half of it in the hands of the child.
The next day, there were many new faces on the construction site. There were all kinds of people, including young people in their twenties and people in their forties.
Murong Dasen was over fifty, but he looked to be in his forties, and no one knew how old he was without his ID card.
Several young people came today. Murong Dasen was too lazy to pay attention to them. He didn't pay attention. How could he not see it with his eyesight
They worked here for several days. They didn't care when Murong Dasen was bullied, and just watched the fun nearby.
Murong Dasen didn't take them seriously and was doing his own thing.
…
They returned to Red Star in the evening and reported today's information to Zhang Feng.
"Brother Feng, this man has been deducted a lot of wages inside, and he does the heaviest work. It's very hard!" said the brother.
Zhang Feng said: "Have you been recognized by him?"
"Probably not. We are just watching him nearby and will not come forward to argue for him!" said the brother.
Zhang Feng still sent someone over a few days ago. If Murong Dasen was unhappy with such an approach, we would have to talk about it later and we couldn't ignore it.
"That's good, just move the bricks there and don't worry about anything else!" Zhang Feng said.
"Yes! But Brother Feng, what if he is beaten or bullied?"
This matter stumped Zhang Feng. If he went to help, would Murong Dasen be angry and say he was nosy? It's not okay if you don't help.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Feng said: "You act according to circumstances!"
"Brother Feng, we don't understand. We just want to handle this better. Why did I bring him here? Working on the construction site is very hard, and he is not young!"
Zhang Feng said: "He likes to keep a low profile and doesn't want others to disturb him!"
"I understand Brother Feng!"
"Go and do it, thank you for your hard work!"
"It's okay, Brother Feng! By the way, Brother Feng... "
"explain!"
"People here often deduct people's wages, and the materials used are all inferior. After it is built, it will be
Big trouble. "
"I know! What else?"
"there is none left!"
…
During lunch, for some unknown reason, Murong Dasen was punched in the face, and then someone put rice on his head. He was so hot that he screamed and was beaten. The people finally couldn't help but tried to persuade him: "It's almost the same." That’s it, don’t hurt anyone!”
"Who do you think you are, dare to speak against me? Are you looking for death?"
This is a contractor. He has never done anything and just hangs around there every day. What is his name, Boss He? He has a fat head and big ears. He has twins in his belly. He wears a safety helmet and looks like that. He was very domineering, and if he acted slowly when doing things, he would be scolded, and his wages would be severely deducted.
They didn't dare to speak anymore, but Boss He stopped beating Murong Dasen.
Boss He said angrily: "You don't have to come tomorrow, get out!"
…
"Brother Feng, he was beaten at noon today!"
Inside the Red Star Club, there were several people standing in front of Zhang Feng. They had just come off the construction site and had not changed their clothes yet. They were very dirty.
"Call someone!" Zhang Feng said angrily.
"yes!"
Zhang Feng led two cars of people there. When he arrived at the construction site, he rushed in and shouted loudly: "Who beat me? Stand up for me, who is it?"
Two cars of more than a dozen people rushed in at once, and everyone at the door was stunned. What happened
"Who, who dares to come here to cause trouble?"
A fat man came over, followed by two people. He whispered to the younger brother behind him: "Tell Manager Zheng that someone is making trouble! Call the brothers."
"Yes!" The little follower ran away.
"You fat pig, you have nothing to do here, get out of here..." The brother standing in front of Zhang Feng pointed at Boss He.
Boss He said: "I remember you, huh, you are bringing people to find a place now, right? You are looking for death..."
Zhang Feng walked up and pulled this brother behind and said, "Come on me later, don't kill anyone!"
"yes!"
"You're the one who hit me, right? Humph..." Zhang Feng pointed at Boss He.
He is not in a hurry, the purpose of coming here is to cause trouble, and he will start after their people arrive.
"Who is your person? I have beaten many people. I even beat your girlfriend, haha... "
Boss He smiled. He was not afraid of these people at all, because this was his territory. He could call dozens of people with one phone call, and there were also many people at the construction site who were his fellow villagers. They were working upstairs, and soon will come down.