Inside the motorhome, the construction foreman, Contractor Bao, anxiously ruffled his hair.
Because no one was getting haircuts at this time, his hair, which hadn't been cut for over four months, had already reached his shoulders.
At this moment, Old Bao, with a head of elegant shoulder-length hair, heard the horn outside the motorhome and opened the privacy curtain of the window to look.
All the survivors who had been crowding around outside had dispersed to form a line.
He hurriedly opened the car door and ran outside to check the situation.
In the end, he learned that Hua Mi had arrived.
Contractor Bao breathed a sigh of relief. A man from Xiang City, carrying an engineer shovel, ran over and asked anxiously:
"Boss, we've just been hired as Xiang City's laborers. Shall we start working right now?"
"Clear the road quickly, or who knows how many survivors will get stuck on the road."
