Liu Yichen led a group of workers striding in from outside the villa, each wearing those grimy clothes, looking every bit like the folks squatting on the roadside waiting for work.
Someone offered a high price for them to clean the courtyard and plant flowers, paying them a good sum. Naturally, each of them was grinning from ear to ear.
From the security room, a young security guard hurriedly rushed out, stopping everyone.
Not just anyone can enter this villa complex. Do you think it's some market fair?
"These are workers I temporarily hired. My wife says the garden isn't pretty and needs a makeover." Liu Yichen walked over, handed the young guard a cigarette, and a faint, hard-to-detect cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "We're both security guards, though we work for different companies, it's all the same."
