"Since you're so dissatisfied with the wages, then you should look for other jobs." Song Zhiyu had no intention of keeping you; she had already done more than enough.
As soon as he finished speaking, the previously noisy crowd immediately fell silent, their faces momentarily stunned, completely dumbfounded.
She was in a hurry to speed up the construction of the hot spring resort, but now that these people are gone, the construction speed will slow down again, and it's uncertain when it will be truly completed.
It would be a terrible loss to delay the construction of the hot spring resort for such a small amount of money.
They just wanted to take advantage of the situation and raise their wages; they didn't expect to ruin their own livelihoods.
But things don't seem to be going the way they expected.
Some were happy while others were sad. The man in black who had been stirring up trouble and trying to provoke conflict between her and the craftsmen breathed a long sigh of relief; the outcome was acceptable.
Any method is acceptable as long as the hot spring resort is destroyed.
The lead craftsman paused, his tone softening slightly, and a hint of apprehension appeared in his voice. "Miss Song, if you fire us, you'll have to find other craftsmen, which will be time-consuming and laborious. Why bother? Besides, the compensation you'll give us won't cost you much money."
Seeing how easily he made it sound, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It turns out that when people are speechless to the extreme, they can actually burst out laughing for no reason.
Song Zhiyu couldn't understand why these people had such strange thought processes. No matter how rich she was, it didn't come from thin air, so why should she let these ungrateful wretches benefit from her?
At least when you throw silver into water, you can make a sound, but when you give silver to these ungrateful wretches, you won't even get a kind word in return.
If that's the case, why should she make things difficult for herself?
Most importantly, the progress of the hot spring resort will not be slowed down even without them.
Seeing that Song Zhiyu smiled and there was no trace of anger on her face, the craftsmen exchanged smiles and continued, "Miss Song, you also think what I said makes sense, right? We don't want to cause trouble, but we have many children at home and are so poor that we can hardly afford to eat. We have no other choice."
Miss Song is kind-hearted; she gave us work so we could support our families, and we are very grateful. Miss Song has already helped us once, so why not go all the way and give us a raise?”
He first explained his family situation to gain sympathy, indicating that his actions were entirely out of necessity and that the fault did not lie entirely with him.
He then flattered Song Zhiyu, forcing her to agree to his request out of politeness.
The man spoke with such self-righteousness, as if Song Zhiyu would commit a heinous crime if she didn't help him.
This elaborate scheme was brilliantly executed, but unfortunately, the wrong person was chosen to use it.
After talking for a long time, seeing that Song Zhiyu was still looking at him expressionlessly without making any statement, the man's face instantly darkened.
"Are you done talking?" Song Zhiyu straightened her expression, casually brushing the dust off her clothes, and suddenly lost her patience.
The man swallowed hard. "I've...I've finished. Miss Song, you're not short of money, so why can't you have some pity on us? A little bit of money from between your fingers would be enough for us ordinary folks to live on for a lifetime."
He felt that this amount of money was insignificant to Song Zhiyu, so why not treat it as charity instead of being so calculating?
"You can pack your things and get out now," Song Zhiyu said casually, straightening her cuffs.
Now, even if these people beg to stay, she won't agree.
Leaving one of them would only make them a troublemaker, and she didn't want to create problems out of nothing.
As for the vacancies for these craftsmen, others will fill them.
"Miss Song, you should think this through. If you drive us away, it won't be so easy to find other skilled craftsmen in the future."
"Then you won't just have to spend ten taels of silver." The man looked indignant. He hadn't gotten the silver and had lost his job. He was so angry that he was panting, and his eyes were filled with malice.
He knew almost all the good craftsmen near Mount Li, and he only needed to give them a word, and they naturally wouldn't dare to help Song Zhiyu.
He wanted to see how Song Zhiyu would find craftsmen to replace them in a short time without them.
"Since Miss Song is unwilling to raise our wages, then we'll quit. We just hope Miss Song won't regret it." With these harsh words, the craftsmen turned and left.
Many people were reluctant to give up this well-paid and good job, and they looked back again and again before leaving, feeling somewhat reluctant.
They suddenly regretted following Qian Dashan in causing trouble; they weren't even sure if they could go back in the future.
But it's too late to regret it now.
*
"Second Miss, this was my mistake that caused such a big incident at the manor. If you hadn't arrived in time, I wouldn't know how to handle it."
The steward was sweating profusely. This whole thing started because of him, but he hadn't handled it properly. Instead, he had to make the Second Miss deal with it herself. It was really inappropriate of him.
"There will be no next time." Song Zhiyu issued her final ultimatum. She could tolerate one mistake, but if she was disappointed two or three times, then there was no need for this person to stay.
"This servant understands." The steward nodded hurriedly, becoming extremely attentive.
"Should we go back to the village to look for the missing craftsmen?" the steward asked casually, suddenly remembering something.
Song Zhiyu gently shook her head. "Don't worry, someone will come to help you soon."
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