The most important thing is that I can get paid.

"Give me a break. Everyone knows you're only after money. There are other ways to make money. Hitting a young girl is shameful."

Li Jianliang, taking advantage of his larger stature, looked down at him condescendingly: "Uncle Wu, didn't you betray Luo Zhiqing for money back then? Can you say you don't want more money? We're both in the same boat, so why are you lecturing me?"

"Me, me."

"Uncle Wu, you're getting old, so don't meddle in other people's business. Otherwise, I'll think you're just jealous that I'm young and can make money, and that's why you're stopping me."

"You, Li Jianliang, stop talking nonsense. How could I have such thoughts?"

"Then don't stop me."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Uncle Wu could only sigh deeply and step aside.

Li Duofu and two bricklayers walked up to Luo Jingyan: "Luo, don't be afraid, we're here. We'll help you deal with them and see who dares to do anything to you."

They weren't after Luo Jingyan's money; they simply couldn't stand seeing so many grown men bullying a young girl.

Luo Jingyan said, "Uncle Li, you don't need to worry about me. They can't hurt me. This is a grudge between me and them. I don't want you to get involved. Just listen to me and leave it to me."

Once friction arises among these villagers, it's easy for resentment to build up. People from neighboring brigades see each other all the time, and Luo Jingyan doesn't want to implicate the people who work for her.

Most importantly, she was certain that she didn't need anyone else's help.

Li Duofu nodded slightly: "If you need us, just let us know."

"I know, Uncle, thank you."