On the construction site, Zhang Guojun was still tying rebar, seemingly unaffected by the two police officers nearby.
However, the surrounding workers gathered at a distance, pointing and gossiping about him.
"I didn't expect he's Old Zhang's son?"
"Didn't Old Zhang say when he was alive that his son had leukemia, and couldn't be saved? How did he end up at our construction site?"
"Who knows, Old Zhang wanted the money, honestly it had something to do with the site but also didn't."
"Sigh, at that time, there was no choice, the higher-ups transferred to the subcontractor's account, who then paid us in cash—not like now where wages are directly deposited. It would be nice if it could bypass the subcontractor altogether."
"But go through them?"
Someone snickered.
"What are you thinking? If not for the subcontractor, would you even have this job?"
