432: Chapter 421 Construction Site 432: Chapter 421 Construction Site “Lei Long isn’t dead?” Zhao Yan said incredulously.
“That can’t be possible.
Fierce Tiger held quite a grand funeral that day.
If Lei Long isn’t dead, then who was buried?”
“There’s a unique skill in the theater world,” Song Yun sighed, “called the ‘Human Skin Mask.’ And before Fierce Tiger announced his death, Lei Long had made contact with them.
Now you know the full story.”
“I get it now.” Zhao Yan nodded and went out the door.
Since Song Yun had nothing to do, he casually headed to the construction site of the planned shopping mall.
As soon as he stepped into the site, he saw it was bustling with activity.
Just as Song Yun was about to enter, a man dressed like a worker stopped him and said, “I’m sorry, sir, we’re currently under construction.
No unauthorized personnel allowed.”
Song Yun followed his pointing finger to look at the warning sign, which indeed read ‘No Unauthorized Personnel Allowed.’ But even as an unauthorized person, he should be able to enter, after all, the land was his property.
Song Yun touched the tip of his nose and chuckled, “Sorry, I didn’t know about this rule, but in another sense, I am your boss.”
“Boss?” The worker spoke in a fluent local dialect.
“Our boss here isn’t you.
The boss is beautiful like Ru Hua and is currently reviewing the design plans.”
“Li Shishi is here?” Song Yun inquired.
“Li Shishi?
You mean Boss Li, right?
She came here early.
Boss Li’s figure and face are like that of a fairy from heaven, and she’s so nice to everyone, never puts on airs.” The worker said proudly, as though he was the boss himself.
“Yeah, the Boss Ye you’re talking about works for me.
I’m your behind-the-scenes boss, understand?” Song Yun actually had no prejudice against these construction workers, on the contrary, he had quite a bit of patience for them.
After all, he was living in a building that they had constructed.
It wouldn’t be right to move into a new house and then turn around and scold these honest folks.
“I don’t believe you.
You need to show me some proof, or else I won’t let you in,” the worker said seriously.
Seeing no other option, Song Yun could only helplessly shake his head, then noticed a man in a black suit, a bodyguard, and called out, “You see me standing at the gate and you’re not coming over to greet me?”
The bodyguard came over with a cheerful smile and asked, “Brother Song, is there something you need?”
“Dammit, I don’t even want to go in anymore.
You tell me if there’s anything wrong,” Song Yun slapped the man’s head, annoyed.
“You were just cheerfully watching me make a fool of myself here.
There goes your bonus for this month.”
“Don’t be like that, Brother Song.
I thought you were secretly visiting in plain clothes, I wouldn’t dare to approach.” The man pleaded with a pitiful face, “Brother Song, I have elders above and children below, all depending on my salary.”
“Dammit, just seeing your slick kind irritates me,” Song Yun kicked him.
“Big brother, take a good look.
This man is the bodyguard for Boss Li, and he recognizes me.
Can I go in or not?”
“Um…” The worker hesitated.
“Just let Brother Song in, everything here belongs to him,” the man quickly interjected.
“Oh, so you really are the behind-the-scenes boss.
I’m truly sorry, I had no idea.” The worker finally realized the gravity of whom he had upset.
If he was fired, how would his family survive when they all depended on his wages?
“It’s okay, you were just following the rules.
If we didn’t have people like you, anyone could just walk in.” Song Yun said with a smile, patting the worker on the shoulder.
“But sometimes, you don’t have to be that rigid.
You have to be a bit more flexible, considering not everyone has a good temper.”
“Alright, boss.
I’ll be more ‘flexible’ and not so rigid in the future,” the worker grinned.
Song Yun nodded and said, “Where is Li Shishi now?
Take me to her.”
“The sister-in-law is looking at design plans.
Just now a designer came by, acting all high and mighty and driving a red Porsche, as if he had to show off his wealth to everyone,” the man said.
“Heh, that’s how society is these days; having money is everything.
When you have money someday, you can do the same,” Song Yun chuckled.
“Heh, when I have money I won’t act like some nouveau riche.
I don’t want to look like a money-grubber,” the man laughed.
“If people like him get scammed, they asked for it, strutting around flaunting their wealth.
If not him, then who else deserves to be swindled?”
Chatting with the disciple the entire way, they eventually arrived at a room at the back of the construction area.
As they pushed the door open, they heard a young man flattering inside, “Li Shishi, if you’re free at noon, why don’t we have lunch together?”
“I’m sorry, I have someone bringing me lunch, and I need to review the design plans,” Li Shishi replied without looking up.
“You can go if you don’t have any other business here; you’ve already handed over the blueprints.”
“Don’t be like that.
I came here especially to see you.
If it weren’t for you, I would’ve had someone else deliver the blueprints,” the young man said with a smile, then tried to light up a cigarette from his pocket.
“If you want to smoke, do it outside, not in the room,” Li Shishi lifted her head and said with a cold glance.
The young man awkwardly put the cigarette back in his pocket, and just as he was about to say something, the door opened, and a man entered with a cigarette in his mouth.
Recalling what Li Shishi had just said, the young man pointed at Song Yun’s nose and said, “If you want to smoke, do it outside.”
Li Shishi looked up and smiled upon seeing Song Yun, saying, “It’s fine for him.
He can smoke in the room.”
“Why?” the young man asked, puzzled.
“No reason.
I just like smoking in the room,” Song Yun interjected.
“Shishi, who is this guy?”
“Oh, he’s a designer from Su Nan Pattern Design Company,” Li Shishi said with a smile.
“What brings you to the site today, with nothing better to do?”
“I knew you were here,” Song Yun chuckled, then crushed out his cigarette.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Song Yun.”
The young man looked at Song Yun with disdain, sizing him up and said, “Sorry, I don’t have the habit of shaking hands.”
“Oh, that’s fine then.
I won’t force you,” Song Yun wasn’t going to get upset over such a small matter and laughed.
“Shishi, are you going home for lunch, or are you going to eat with Qingluan?”
“I still need to look at these design plans, so I’ll just have something simple here at noon.”