Chapter - 144

What the!

There was another uproar in the crowd.

A minimum wage of thirty thousand just to plant Rhodiola Rosea?

And a raise of fifty thousand or even a hundred thousand after mastering it?

That’s even more profitable than becoming a boss.

We worked our asses off at the chemical plant only to earn up to four thousand per month…

The villagers screamed, “Me! Me!”

Sandra’s family could feel nothing but blind terror.

He wasn’t bluffing when he said last night that he could offer the villagers a job with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of wages!

We really shouldn’t have made fun of him last night.

Zeke nodded. “Good.”

“But on one condition.”

“Rhodiola Rosea needs to be cultivated with a lot of care, so you have to move into the planting area.”

“No problem,” the villagers responded enthusiastically in unison.

“Well then,” Zeke said. “Since there’s no need for your village to exist, we’ll just tear it down.”

It then sunk in for the villagers that this ten billion Love in a Fallen City project was related to him.

Sure enough, he who has wealth speaks louder than others.

However, they became worried that this was a conspiracy to force them to agree to the demolition.

Zeke saw the concerns of the villagers and assured, “Don’t worry, I will not deceive you. We can sign the contract now and I’ll pay you one year’s salary in advance.”

“If you agree, step forward and sign this labour employment contract and demolition contract.”

Upon hearing that, the villagers’ worries vanished. They rushed forward to sign the contracts.

Only a fool would miss the opportunity of becoming a millionaire!

Zeke went through great difficulty to walk out from the crowd.

“Hill,” he said, walking toward Douglas, who stood rooted to the ground like a waxwork dummy. “Are you frozen?”

“No… No…” Douglas came back to his senses, looking horrified.

He couldn’t believe that the cellmate who had spent five years in jail with him was so rich.

He felt lost and didn’t know how to get along with him now.

“That’s good then.” Zeke took the contract that he had long prepared from Xavier’s hands and stuffed it into Douglas’ arms. “Have a look at this contract and sign it if you’re interested.”

“What is this?” Douglas asked curiously.

“From now on, you’ll supervise the villagers’ work with an annual salary of ten million,” Zeke said. “Enough to feed yourself, buy a house, and get yourself a wife.”

Xavier was dumbfounded.

Did the humourless and solemn Great Marshal just crack a joke?

Douglas was more astonished than Xavier.

An annual salary of ten million!

How am I supposed to spend so much money in my entire life?

“Alright, thanks for your fine wine last night. I’m off then. I’ll see you around,” Zeke said.

“Oh right, I have another task for you. Get the villagers to demolish their houses themselves. I’ll subsidize each family with another ten thousand!”

At that, he took the demolition contracts, turned around, and left.

Sandra and Mrs. Hill came up to Douglas cautiously.

“Douglas,” Mrs. Hill whispered. “Why didn’t you tell us your friend is so rich earlier?”

“My friend likes to keep a low-profile. He doesn’t like to show off,” Douglas stated flatly.

Mrs. Hill giggled in embarrassment. “It’s good to keep a low-profile. I like it.”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you say you wanted to introduce your sister to him yesterday…”

“Yeah, invite him to our house for a meal next time, brother,” Sandra pleaded. “I’ll cook.”

Douglas shook his head. “Forget about it. He’s just an ex-convict, he’s not worthy of you.”

“Besides, aren’t you in love with Jayden? Didn’t you say he’s not even worthy to carry Jayden’s sandals?”

Mrs. Hill and Sandra felt their cheeks burn.

Sandra sighed, “It should be the other way round. Jayden isn’t worthy to carry his sandals.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Douglas said monotonously.

“My brother is a giant among men. After he could endure all this humiliation and hardships, his future will be very promising. We are not from the same world.”

Sandra looked disappointed, like a bride deserted at the altar.