229: conscience

No, it's not that there aren't many left.

It's just this one.

They had never seen a boss like this.

Such a good boss, using his money to fill this pit, they couldn't bear to.

But if they couldn't bear to, then what about their houses?

So they hesitated.

On one side were their own houses, and on the other was Boss Qian, whose money was being taken.

Conscience and lack thereof, it truly put them in a difficult position.

Qian Ziyong saw their torment and raised his cup, saying, "Dear folks, you don't have to be like this."

"I, Qian Ziyong, already have enough money. It's only right to spend some for Han City."

"I, Qian Ziyong, don't have much of anything else, but I do have a lot of money, so don't feel bad about the money I spend!"

An old man stood up, held his wine glass, and said heavily, "Boss Qian, whose money isn't money?"

"Who would dislike having too much of their own money!"

"Other people's money might not have been obtained legitimately. If given the chance to take their money, I would absolutely not hesitate."

"But Boss Qian, every cent of your money must have been obtained legitimately!"

"If I take your money, wouldn't I be an animal?"

Many homeowners with a conscience agreed with him.

They had been deceived; that developer had run away.

But, just because they were cheated by the developer, they couldn't blame all the rich people in the world, could they?

Money is a good thing.

It can buy many, many good things.

Who doesn't like money?

Qian Ziyong is a good person.

Knowing they were in trouble and homeless, he was willing to take out his own money to help them.

The better Qian Ziyong was, the more uneasy their consciences became about taking his money.

Of course, there were still many people who simply closed their eyes and didn't look at Qian Ziyong.

They just wanted Qian Ziyong to take over this mess and build the houses.

As for whether Qian Ziyong would lose money, they pretended not to know and didn't want to know.

But hearing someone else say that, they felt somewhat ashamed.

Hearing the old man's words, Qian Ziyong stepped forward: "Elder, originally, I was still hesitant about whether to take over the Qinglin Home project, which is a mess."

"But, seeing you, I feel there's nothing to hesitate about!"

"There are still many good people in this world!"

"You don't have to worry about me."

"Doing something for my hometown has always been my wish, so please, elder, give me this opportunity."

"I promise everyone here that if I take over the Qinglin Home project, I will make it the best project in all of Han City, bar none!"

Everyone applauded enthusiastically, looking at Qian Ziyong with admiration and respect.

They could feel Qian Ziyong's sincerity.

He didn't care about gains or losses; he genuinely wanted to help everyone.

A young man who was jealous of Qian Ziyong showing off couldn't help but mutter softly under his breath, "Hypocrite."

Hearing this, a middle-aged man nearby slapped the young man down onto the ground.

The middle-aged man angrily said, "You're the hypocrite!"

"If you can take out money to take over the Qinglin Home project, then we will all respect you!"

"Perhaps many people think Boss Qian is taking over this project for fame!"

"But I think, don't look at what others say, but what others do!"

"If Boss Qian truly takes over the Qinglin Home project and successfully delivers it, if he seeks fame, then he deserves that fame; it would be well-deserved!"

"If you take out hundreds of millions, without expecting anything in return, you can also get this fame!"

"Why don't you take out the money instead of just talking nonsense here?"

The young man was knocked to the ground and felt very uncomfortable. He got up, wanting to hit the middle-aged man.

But when he saw countless terrifying eyes staring at him, he suddenly shivered.

He also knew he had incurred public wrath, so he tucked his tail between his legs and slunk away.

The young man hadn't bought a house in Qinglin Home. He heard there was good food and a big boss treating, so he just tagged along.

He simply didn't know what level of disaster it was for a family when all their money was in a house, and they were burdened with a loan.

And the house was unfinished, and the developer had run away. How much torment a family endured.

Someone who could rescue them from their plight—that feeling is hard to empathize with.

When they heard someone speak ill of Qian Ziyong, they wished they could tear him apart!

"Good job, Daddy!" A little girl clapped for her father.

In her heart, anyone who spoke ill of her big brother was definitely a bad person.

Because her big brother was a good person, and he had even treated her to very delicious hot pot.

Hearing his daughter praise him, the middle-aged man shed tears.

There was nothing he could do to make his daughter proud.

He was just a good-for-nothing...

"Xiaoya, come sit over here, next to your big brother." Qian Ziyong stepped forward and hugged the little girl.

Qian Ziyong said to the middle-aged man, "Zhang Jiade, our Feihuang Supermarket currently has openings. I've been trying to contact you, but I don't have your phone number."

"Come, let's go sit at my table."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man cried tears of joy and nodded repeatedly.

He braced himself and sat next to Qian Ziyong.

Qu Yuanliang was still diligently looking at the documents. Qian Ziyong quietly spoke to Xiaoya: "Xiaoya, where's your mom?"

He had heard before that Xiaoya's mom had returned, and Xiaoya had smiled happily, eagerly sharing the good news with him.

He was also very happy that Xiaoya's mom had returned.

Xiaoya, at her age, needed maternal love the most.

Happy people use their childhood to heal their entire lives; unhappy people spend their entire lives healing their childhood.

Qian Ziyong hoped Xiaoya could have a happy childhood.

When Qian Ziyong asked about her mom, Xiaoya burst into tears.

Qian Ziyong immediately became flustered, constantly trying to comfort her.

From Zhang Jiade's words, Qian Ziyong then learned that her mom had left again.

After the developer ran away, she saw no future, no hope, so she cruelly left once more.

Zhang Jiade drank his wine and said indignantly, "Don't blame her, it's my own incompetence."

"It's my own incompetence..."

Qian Ziyong could feel the helplessness in Zhang Jiade's heart.

He bought an unfinished building, the developer ran away, he was burdened with a loan, and his child still needed money.

Money was needed everywhere.

But now his salary was very low.

Countless pressures weighed on his shoulders.

Qian Ziyong knew Zhang Jiade had already tried very hard.

He still delivered food in heavy snow, fell, and got up to continue delivering.

Who is born liking to deliver food?

Isn't it because they have no money...

"Everything will be fine." Qian Ziyong comforted him, "Our supermarket still needs people. I've already spoken with Manager Li; you can just go directly to the supermarket to work."

"As for the houses in Qinglin Home, since I've taken over, I will do my utmost to give you a satisfactory result!"

"Thank you!" Zhang Jiade knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Qian Ziyong.

Qian Ziyong quickly went to help him up.

"A man's knees are worth gold; what are you doing?"

Zhang Jiade kept thanking him; he didn't know how to thank Qian Ziyong.

He was penniless and truly had nothing to offer.

Any words of thanks seemed pale.

No one could understand his hardships.

A man without money is more shameful than being stripped naked.