On the phone, Feng Mountain told the other party about the mountain path plan.
The other person was clearly a professional, asking for details about the Melted Snow River Valley's situation, the original color and texture of the rock, the length and width of the mountain path, weather conditions, and a whole series of other questions.
The cost of the call made Feng Mountain wince, but he had no choice but to answer each question one by one.
Seven US Dollars a minute. In just that short time, over a hundred US Dollars were gone.
"Mr. Feng, the project is no problem. When can I get to the Crown Territory?"
"The sooner the better. It would be even better if you could arrive today." Feng Mountain just wanted to get this wretched road fixed as soon as possible.
However, thinking about the lazy work habits of these Old Mei, he was afraid it would take them ten days to half a month to get this road done.
Unfortunately, the reality check came all too quickly.
