Regardless of the murmurs from the crowd, Zhao Jun leaned on a measuring pole with one hand and held a marking hammer in the other, simply waiting there for Du Chunjiang to arrive.
Jiang Jinyou stood behind Zhao Jun, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. There were log haulers and skidders, and even the old camp cook had heard the commotion and rushed over to see what was happening.
"What's everyone doing just standing here? Got no work to do?" a voice suddenly boomed from nearby, scolding the crowd.
Du Chunjiang was here!
Despite Du Chunjiang's reprimand, most of the workers didn't budge. They could tell his words were directed at Zhao Jun.
