"Keeping tight-lipped, huh?" Holding the child, she climbed into the passenger seat, and Wang Hao turned his head to give her an appreciative look.
Not sure if Wang Hao understood car etiquette, although she knew that holding a child in the front passenger seat wasn't safe, but if she sat in the back, it would be like treating Wang Hao as the driver. She didn't think she had the right to do that, so she went straight to the passenger door and got in.
As soon as she boarded, she heard Wang Hao's words and followed with an awkward smile.
"Such a good job, and Master Wang offered it to right away. If I spread the word, God knows how many people would talk behind my back. So, when it's ti to keep my mouth shut, I certainly won't say an extra word," she explained.
This indirectly expressed the benefits of her being tight-lipped.
After hearing this, Wang Hao looked at her more favorably and promptly shared so of the construction site's situation with her in the car. Gong Mingxia listened intently, rembering carefully, thinking to herself that when she got paid, she must buy a box of fine tea to show her appreciation.
In 1997, the Capital still didn't have the Fourth Ring, the Third Ring was partially complete, and as it happened, the construction site she was heading to was right on the under-construction Third Ring. Gong Mingxia wasn't from the Capital, so she wasn't very familiar with the Capital's roads and didn't know where she was; she just followed Wang Hao in the car for about an hour before reaching the destination.
Just as Wang Hao had said, the bridge project would start the following day, so today, the construction site was still bustling. The two-story mobile hos were the sa, the only advantage being that they were located under the partially completed bridge, well-ventilated on all sides, not too hot in the sumr. Both sides were closed off with barriers; everywhere there were piles of dirt, excavators, construction materials, and other debris—it looked very dirty.
Wang Hao knew the person in charge of this site and took her straight to et him.
Deng Guoqiang was wearing a yellow safety helt, speaking with the workers on the site when he saw Wang Hao waving at him and walked over.
After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Hao introduced Tangyuan to him; upon hearing this, Deng Guoqiang furrowed his brows.
"A woman? Old Wang, aren't you putting in a difficult spot? Handling als for thirty or forty people, and you're bringing a child with you. Can you handle it?"
Gong Mingxia imdiately responded, "Could Boss Deng give a chance to try? If I can't do it or do it poorly, you won't even need to tell ; I'll leave on my own."
Deng Guoqiang was in his forties, his skin darkened from the sun and wind, dressed down-to-earth, not looking like a subcontractor at all.
"I'm not as easygoing as Wang Hao. Let's get one thing straight: if you can do the job, you stay; if you can't, don't dawdle, just leave. Alright, we'll do as you said, try for three days and see how the workers react."
Deng Guoqiang didn't object further and found a couple of workers to set up a bunk bed for her in the boardroom where the food was stored.
"You two can stay here for the next few days!"
Wang Hao was the typical 'master leads you to the door, your own practice takes you through.' Having brought Gong Mingxia in and made the introductions, whether she could stay was not sothing for Wang Hao to worry about.
So he nodded at her, "Work hard. I'm going to talk to Brother Deng about so other matters. In three days, I hope to hear good news."
"Thank you, Master Wang, Mr. Deng. How many people are eating tonight? Should I start cooking right away?"
Deng Guoqiang waved his hand, "No need, no need. Start tomorrow morning. We have an uneven number tonight; so are taken care of, so missed out. It's troubleso. You two sort things out. This morning, we've already bought tomorrow's vegetables. Tomorrow you can go out with the driver to purchase the day after tomorrow's. You go familiarize yourself with the kitchen. I won't be accompanying you..."
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