450: Chapter 45 This life is yours!

The other side only replied with one word.

"Chen Wu has a few leaders under him who like to frequent the 'Golden Splendor' club in the south of the city."

Shen Yan continued speaking, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself.

"He likes to smash other people's venues."

"Then let his men go smash his own venue."

"I need a result."

The other end of the line was silent for a moment.

"Money."

"After the job is done, I'll transfer it to your Switzerland Bank account."

"Good."

The call ended.

The entire process took no more than thirty seconds.

Chen Wu.

A trace of coldness flashed in Shen Yan's eyes.

Did he think that spending a little money and hiring some local thugs could sink my multi-billion project?

Too naive.

The dirty tricks you used to disgust me, I will return a hundredfold.

It's also time for your father, Chen Jianguo, to let those shady account books see some sunlight.

He put away his phone, and the coldness on his face instantly melted away, returning to his usual composed appearance.

He turned around, clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Brothers!"

His voice cut clearly through the noise of the construction site, reaching everyone's ears.

The workers stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"I apologize for the trouble everyone experienced today."

"I, Shen Yan, guarantee here that this will be the last time."

"Tonight, temporarily stop all work on hand."

"I'm treating everyone to dinner!"

One sentence silenced the entire construction site.

Treat them to dinner?

Dozens of burly men—a single meal for them wouldn't be a small expense.

The workers looked at each other, some not daring to believe their ears.

Fang Jian was also stunned for a moment, then immediately understood Shen Yan's intention.

"What are you all standing around for!"

Fang Jian roared.

"Didn't you hear what President Shen said? Hurry up and tidy up, wash your faces, and change into clean clothes!"

"President Shen is treating; whoever dares not go is disrespecting me, Fang Jian!"

A burst of suppressed cheering erupted from the crowd.

"Yes, sir!"

"Thank you, President Shen!"

Shen Yan smiled.

What he wanted was not just the project's progress.

What he wanted was the people's hearts.

Half an hour later.

In the largest private room of a local restaurant in S City called Jufou Lou.

More than ten tables were pushed together, filled with dusty workers.

Most of them were still wearing their blue construction uniforms, and some had only hastily washed their faces, with dust still clinging to their hair.

Facing the exquisite cold dishes and clean tableware before them, everyone seemed a little awkward and uneasy.

They sat upright on their chairs, hands placed on their knees, none daring to pick up their chopsticks first.

The atmosphere in the private room was quiet to the point of being stifling.

Only Fang Jian sat next to Shen Yan, introducing him to a few veteran foremen from the site.

Shen Yan nodded with a smile, memorizing their names one by one.

Dishes were served one after another.

Braised Pork, Soy-Sauce Pork Knuckle, White Cut Chicken, Steamed Fish...

The table was laden, the aroma filling the air.

But still, no one moved.

They just stared eagerly, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down.

Shen Yan stood up.

He personally picked up a bottle of Baijiu and twisted off the cap.

He didn't pour for Fang Jian first, but walked over to the youngest worker furthest from him.

That young man looked barely over twenty, with a hint of youthfulness on his face. Seeing Shen Yan approach, he became so nervous he almost sprang out of his chair.

"Pre... President Shen..."

Shen Yan smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

"What's your name?"

"Wang... Wang Hu."

"Good name."

Shen Yan poured him a full glass of wine, the white liquor almost overflowing.

Then, he returned to his seat and poured himself an equally full glass.

He raised his glass, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Brothers,"

"I, Shen Yan, am younger than many of the masters here."

"Today, I am not your boss, and no one should call me President Shen."

"My name is Shen Yan; you can call me Xiao Shen, or Brother Shen, or Shen Ge."

"This first glass of wine, I toast to all of you."

"I toast to every drop of sweat you've shed on the construction site."

"And I toast to the grievances you've endured these past few days."

"I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"

After speaking, he tilted his head back and downed the entire full glass of high-proof Baijiu in one go.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The pungent liquid slid down his throat, bringing a burning sensation.

Everyone watched, stunned.

They hadn't expected this young boss, who looked refined and drove a luxury car, to be such a hearty drinker.

Wang Hu looked at the glass of wine in front of him, his face turning bright red.

He suddenly stood up and picked up his wine glass.

"Bro... Brother Shen! I... I'll finish mine too!"

He imitated Shen Yan's action, downing the wine in one gulp, choking until he coughed repeatedly and tears sprang to his eyes.

With one person taking the lead, the atmosphere instantly changed.

"President Shen, no, Brother Shen! Well said!"

A dark-skinned veteran foreman stood up.

"We who do manual labor fear being looked down upon the most! Since you respect us, this drink is for you!"

"I toast Brother Shen too!"

"Me too!"

"Bottoms up!"

In an instant, the private room was filled with the clinking sound of colliding glasses.

The stifling atmosphere was completely ignited.

Shen Yan smiled, accepting every toast.

Glass after glass.

He didn't use the airs of a boss to pressure them, but chatted with them like a long-lost friend.

"Master Li, Manager Fang said you are the master craftsman for rebar work here?"

"Ah, what master craftsman? I've just been in this trade long enough that practice makes perfect."

The named Master Li's old face broke into a wide smile.

"Don't be so modest. I looked at the blueprints; the structure of this project is extremely complex. I only feel at ease because we have veteran masters like you overseeing it."

"Don't worry, Brother Shen. With me here, there won't be any mistakes with the rebar!"

"Wang Hu, judging by your accent, are you from the North?" Shen Yan then turned to the young man.

"Hey, Brother Shen, I'm from Heilongjiang Province."

Wang Hu was no longer as nervous and replied loudly.

"Do you have family back home?"

"Just my mom. Her health isn't very good, so I came out to earn money to treat her."

Shen Yan nodded, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it over.

"This is a friend of mine who is a department head at the First People's Hospital here. Take this and find him; tell him I introduced you, and have him arrange a comprehensive check-up for your mother."

Wang Hu froze, looking at the thin card, his hands trembling.

"Brother Shen... This... How can I accept this..."

"Take it."

Shen Yan's tone was not heavy, but it carried an irrefutable force.

"If your mother is healthy, you can work here with peace of mind, right?"

Wang Hu's eyes instantly turned red.

He said nothing, only picked up his wine glass and refilled it for himself again.

"Brother Shen! From this day forward, my life, Wang Hu's life, belongs to you!"