Previously, when Zong Shen came to Boss Bang, a meal for seven or eight people cost less than 10 dinars.
This shows the significance of this money to the ordinary indigenous people.
This move indeed worked wonders, and the laborers immediately became motivated.
Everyone raised their shovels, cheering.
"Long live Lord Bezos!"
"Long live Lord Bezos!"
"Long live!"
...
The cheers woke Zong Shen up.
Wenresa and the others had woken up earlier but didn't actively wake Zong Shen.
Normally, six hours of sleep is more than sufficient for him.
Today, he allowed himself to sleep in a bit.
After stretching lazily, Zong Shen touched his face and rubbed his eyes, quickly waking up.
"Why are they so excited?"
Listening to the cheers, Zong Shen turned his head puzzled and asked.
Next to him, Aisha was holding a magic staff, with a smile on her face enjoying the spectacle.
She recounted the cause and effect of the situation to Zong Shen.
"So, they got a raise."
