"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for agreeing to be interviewed. I'm Xiao Ding, a reporter from Chengdu Metropolitan Express."
"As a participant in Green Field Group's mysterious project, could you tell us what kind of project you are building?"
On the Internet, a reporter from Chengdu Metropolitan Express asked while standing in front of a craftsman.
"I said I don't remember, do you believe me?"
The bricklayer looked at the reporter and said with a wry smile.
He actually didn't want to be interviewed, but the offer was too much.
His family was reluctant to spend the money and forced him to come.
Now sitting in the studio facing the camera, he feels like sitting on pins and needles!
When the host heard the craftsman say this, he chuckled and continued asking.
"Mr. Zhang, as far as I know, you all signed a confidentiality agreement when you joined Greenland Group."
"Is this the reason why all of you kept silent about what happened in those few months?"
How can you just forget about something that happened several months ago?
Who would believe such nonsense?
It’s okay if one or two people don’t remember, but how is it possible that more than a thousand people don’t remember?
"We signed a confidentiality agreement, but I won't talk about what happened during that period. I really don't remember it."
"Why don't you believe me? Now all my relatives say I've become ruthless now that I've made money."
"They all blocked my door, asking me to borrow money."
"Oh, I'm getting so fed up!"
The craftsman grabbed his messy hair, feeling distressed.
When he first saw the huge sum of more than two million in the account, he was really happy!
But when I got home, all kinds of troubles came.
All the relatives who usually avoided their house came running over after smelling the foul smell.
Ask him what he did to earn so much money and if he can take them with him next time.
There are also those who ask for money, and if you don't lend it to them, they will call you a heartless person.
"Then, Mr. Zhang, could you please tell me how much money you earned working for Mr. Jiang this time?"
The host, who was eager to watch the fun, immediately asked a sensitive question.
Many netizens must be very curious about how much money so many people earned by working in isolation for several months.
"Forget about that, but I can tell you that I'm among the least profitable."
"The painters, the stone cutters, the carpenters, the hand weavers—they're the ones who earn the most."
"I heard that some of them made nearly 10 million yuan."
The bricklayer looked embarrassed and thought it would be better not to tell him how much he paid.
I don’t know now, those relatives are like debt collectors.
If we knew the exact number, they would all move into his house!
"Oh my god, you make so much money?"
"With so much money, the project you guys did must be really amazing."
"That's the only way to justify your exorbitant salaries. Mr. Zhang, what aspect of the project are you primarily responsible for?"
When the female host heard so much money, she was stunned.
After saying a few words with emotion, he took the opportunity to ask.
"I'm in charge of the foundation... No, why are you asking this again? I really don't know!"
The craftsman spoke anxiously, blurting out the words subconsciously, and he didn't know why he said it.
But halfway through, he got stuck and his mind went blank.
When the female host heard that the craftsman was still trying to cover up, she gave him an expression that said, "I see through you."
"Oh, so you're laying the foundation. Mr. Zhang, could you please tell me how deep it is?"
The depth of the foundation is often related to the height of the building.
President Jiang is willing to pay millions of dollars in salary to more than a thousand people, so the scale of the construction must be quite large.
"I really don't know about this. Why don't you believe it?"
Craftsman Zhang slapped his thigh in pain, speechless.
"Mr. Zhang, if you don't know, you can give me a rough idea."
"For example, is the depth of the foundation as high as our TV station building?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. It's okay as long as you don't tell me the exact number."
The host had no intention of letting Zhang Gongshi go, and continued to guide him to continue speaking in various ways.
This interview also attracted a large number of onlookers.
So many people disappeared for several months, and no news came out.
I have to say that Greenland Group’s confidentiality work is really good.
In just a few months, this group of people all became millionaires.
It's really enviable. What did they do to deserve President Jiang to pay them so much money?
Many people want to listen and see if they can do it too.
"I really can't remember. Can you change the question?"
Craftsman Zhang frowned and said with a headache.
"Okay, let me ask you another question. Where is your workplace, Mr. Zhang?"
Many people have witnessed the scene of thousands of people being sent to Huaxi Village.
There are so many people, and Huaxi Village is so small.
For such a long time, no one has seen these people.
It can be seen that these people either work outside Huaxi or underground.
If Mr. Zhang said it was on Qingyun Mountain, then it can be confirmed that General Jiang’s large-scale project is in the mountain.
"You...I already said I don't know, I don't know, why are you still asking this?"
"From the moment I came out of that ghost cave, I was standing in that broken forest."
"Then someone told me the project was completed, the money had been deposited into the card, and we should go back."
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