As soon as Worker Yang finished speaking, the atmosphere on the scene froze instantly, and the air seemed to become sticky.
Mou Xuan did not explode immediately. He just looked at Gongren Yang quietly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through his inner thoughts.
The workers around him also stopped what they were doing, holding their breath, for fear of missing out on what was going to happen next.
"More money?" Mou Xuan repeated the two words. His tone was not emotional, but made people feel inexplicably pressured. "Tell me, why do you want more money?"
Worker Yang rubbed his hands, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, "This... this project is larger than previously expected, and... and now prices are rising sharply, our... our wages are really not enough to support our family..."
Mou Xuan sneered in his heart. This poor excuse could only fool a ghost!
He knew that Mr. Yang was trying to take advantage of the situation. How could prices rise so quickly in the three months before the end of the world!
This is clearly an attempt to blackmail him.
"Worker Yang," said Mou Xuan in a deep and powerful voice, "It is clearly written in the contract that the wages are what they are. Now that the project is nearing completion, you want to temporarily increase the price. Isn't that a bit too much?"
When worker Yang saw that Mou Xuan was not going to give in, his face turned ugly: "Boss Mou, if you say so, then we have no choice. Brothers, stop what you are doing! We won't do this job without money!"
The workers around looked at each other in bewilderment. Although they also felt that what Yang did was not very fair, many of them began to waver at the thought of getting more money.
"Quitting?" Mou Xuan sneered, "Are you sure? These are the last three months before the end of the world. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to find such a good job in the future."
Worker Yang stiffened his neck, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water: "Boss Mou, please don't scare us. There are job openings everywhere now, are we still afraid of not being able to find a job?"
Mou Xuan didn't say anything else. He just silently took out a photo from his pocket and placed it in front of Worker Yang.
The photo shows a dilapidated house surrounded by zombies, and several ragged people are desperately calling for help.
"Look at what this is?" Mou Xuan's voice was as cold as if it came from hell. "This is the world three months from now. By then, what use will money be?"
Worker Yang's face turned pale instantly. He pointed at the photo and trembled, unable to speak.
The workers around were all terrified, and only then did they realize that the end of the world was really coming...
"I'll give you one more chance," Mou Xuan's voice sounded like a judgment, "Start working now and I'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise..." Mou Xuan didn't finish his words, but just gave Worker Yang a meaningful look.
The veins on Mou Xuan's forehead throbbed slightly. The countdown to the end of the world was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head. Every second of delay made him feel uneasy.
He seemed to see that the safe house had not yet been completed and the zombies had already broken in, and all his efforts had been wasted. The feeling of despair almost suffocated him.
The group of people before him, especially Worker Yang, were like a group of buzzing flies, disrupting his plans and hindering his steps.
Worker Yang had a hint of pride on his face. He was sure that Mou Xuan would compromise in order to speed up the work. After all, these days, money makes the world go round, not to mention this last golden time before the end of the world.
He had even begun to think about where to go to have fun after getting this unexpected fortune.
"Haha, Mr. Mou, don't scare us. Not everyone can do this job..." Worker Yang pretended to dust himself off, looking like he had Mou Xuan in his hands.
However, Mou Xuan's next move was completely beyond his expectations.
"Master Yang," Mou Xuan said in a terrifyingly calm tone, as if the anger just now was just an illusion, "Since you don't want to do it, then leave. I'll call and find another construction team to come over."
"What?!" Worker Yang's eyes almost popped out of his head. He thought he had heard wrongly. "You...what did you say? Find another construction team? This...this is too late!"
The workers around also cast puzzled glances at him. It seemed that something was wrong with the direction of the plot.
What about the bargaining and nagging?
How did you suddenly become the “next one”?
Mou Xuan took out his cell phone and pretended to dial a number, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Too late? Master Yang, you underestimate my ability."
"No, no, no! Mr. Mou, please wait a moment!" Worker Yang was sweating profusely. He grabbed Mou Xuan's hand and said, "Let's talk nicely, let's talk nicely..."
Mou Xuan looked at him with a half-smile and slowly put down his phone: "Master Yang, do you know how to talk nicely now?"
"I..." Worker Yang's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.
"I'll give you the last ten seconds to think about it," Mou Xuan said in a cold tone, his eyes sweeping across all the workers present, "Keep working, and I won't hold you accountable for the past. If you don't want to..." He paused, his eyes fell on a truck slowly approaching in the distance, "Then..."
"Ten, nine, eight..." Mou Xuan began the countdown, and every number was like a hammer hitting Gongren Yang's heart.
The workers around him also stared at Yang nervously, fearing that he would really do something stupid and miss this last chance before the end of the world.
"Seven, six, five..." The truck was getting closer and closer, and several strong figures could be vaguely seen on the truck. It was obvious that they were not good people.
Worker Yang knew in his heart that Mou Xuan was not joking.
"Four, three, two..." Worker Yang's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on the ground with a plop: "Boss Mou! I was wrong! I'll do it! I'll do it now!"
Seeing this, the workers around also expressed their willingness to continue working.
Are you kidding? Now is not the time to throw a tantrum. What’s the use of asking for money when your life is gone?
Mou Xuan then put away his phone with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Everyone get up and hurry up to work!"
With this little episode, the workers' work efficiency has been significantly improved.
Mou Xuan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was well prepared and contacted another construction team in advance, which shocked worker Yang.
Time passed by minute by minute, and under the leadership of Mou Xuan, the safe house was finally built successfully.
Looking at the indestructible fortress in front of him, Mou Xuan's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.
"Boss Mou is awesome!"
“This safe house is so cool!”
"Now I am not afraid of the end of the world!"
The workers around were all amazed and cheering, the atmosphere reached a climax.
At this moment, Mou Xuan's cell phone rang. He answered the call and his face instantly became solemn.
"What did you say? A group of suspicious people appeared in the town market?" Mou Xuan's voice was low and powerful. "How many people are there? What are their characteristics?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was intermittent, but it was enough for Mou Xuan to smell a hint of danger.
He hung up the phone and looked into the distance.
"It seems that the peaceful days are coming to an end..." Mou Xuan muttered to himself, holding the walkie-talkie tightly in his hand, "Everyone pay attention, be vigilant!"
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