Wu Qingshan looked at everyone with a huff.
The group chuckled; their earlier complaints vanished, replaced by expressions of satisfaction.
Since Wu Qingshan stayed, life indeed became harder, but they had the dignity to be considered people.
Before, when Wu Qingshan wasn't around, even though they worked in security, they were merely slaves to the nobility.
Getting beaten and scolded was common, and even if a few brothers died, no one dared to make a fuss.
Compared to such hardship, they'd prefer to earn less money as long as they could maintain some dignity.
After all, even with the poor conditions at the security office, it was better than working outside, where even a simple meal cost a fortune, but the meals there were at least free.
Wu Qingshan noted the expressions of the group, shook his head helplessly, and looked back at Lin Beichen.
The brothers' lives were indeed tight, and he couldn't just ignore it.
