"Did you understand what I said that day?" Zhou Mingchen asked.
Zhu Zhao quickly shook his head, "I didn't understand, but there's no need to understand. After all, isn't it true that you businessmen always try to shirk responsibility when something comes up? Everything you say is just an excuse. I'm not that foolish."
"You're not foolish?" Zhou Mingchen laughed twice, stood up, walked over to him, and patted his shoulder. "Tell me, how hard is it to find an experienced and skilled construction worker these days, and how difficult would it be to find a laborer to replace you and your work with concrete?"
Seeing that Zhu Zhao was silent, he continued, "How much does the construction company pay you a month?"
"Three thousand five hundred," Zhu Zhao replied honestly. "And I don't just work with concrete, I do other tasks too..."
"Is that enough for you?"
