But the BOSS spoils me too much

When Huo Siye left, Kirs took the documents and sat on the bay window of the room.

This is the construction drawing of the ancient house. To restore the century-old house to its original state within a week, it will not only consume manpower and material resources, but more importantly, find workers and architects who understand old buildings.

The old professor Huo Jia who was the main conductor had already been found, and all that was left was to find such old-school construction workers.

The ancient houses a hundred years ago relied entirely on the wisdom and craftsmanship of the ancestors. It is not the case that the current reinforced concrete piles rely on the exact handcraft splicing. Intact will stand for another hundred years at this time.

"Nameless." Kirs pressed his watch, and then called out Nameless.

Hearing the nameless name, he rushed over immediately.

"Find a few more craftsmen who are proficient in ancient architecture, and we must finish the work within a week." He handed the construction drawing in his hand to Wuming and signaled him to do it.

"Boss, it needs at least 500 people a day to complete the project in a week, because old houses are different from modern buildings and require precise cutting, which may require a very experienced master."

The Huo family's ancient house occupies a very large area.

Even if the entire Huo family moves in, it can accommodate them.

"Moreover, we need a landscaper. There are five or six places in this ancient house, including ponds, creeks, and gardens. One week..." Wuming felt that one week was too rushed.

"Then find [-] workers who will work shifts day and night, and restore the old house to its original state within a week." Kirs said in a firm tone, without any intention of negotiating.

That domineering look, there is a little bit of a dandy look there.

"Let's go to the old house."

"Boss, are you sure you want to go, I'm worried that you will scare those old professors?" Wuming reminded kindly.

Kris jumped down from the bay window, and then stood there with his hands on his hips, the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, his handsome and evil face frowned: "I won't eat them again, so why bother."

"But after all you tied them up before?"

"Then it's okay for me to work as a porter for them now? Huh?" Kirs narrowed her eyes and stared at Wuming, with an unhappy tone.

Nameless pursed her lips and said nothing.

Huo's old house.

Very early on, they have already started working one after another.

All around was fenced off, when kirs got off the off-road vehicle.

When a few old professors who had just woken up early in the morning were going to discuss how to build the ancestral hall with golden nanmu, they suddenly saw a tall man in a black suit getting off a cool off-road vehicle.

When they saw Kris's face clearly, the old professors were instantly scared out of their wits.

"Big devil!" A gray-haired old professor pointed at Kirs angrily and fearfully.

Hearing this, there were a few old professors around, and they lost all the blueprints in their hands in fright.

That appearance cannot be described with fear.

Those frightening old men are enough!

It seems that what Wuming said is really good...

Standing there, Kris saw the old men getting ready to run away in the car, and suddenly he said in a deep voice, "Stop!"

The old professors trembled in fright, and they all stood where they were, looking at Kirs in fear.

Kris stepped forward.

The five old professors held their breath in fright, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Kirs walked up to a professor who was walking like flying with a cane just now and stood still. He was originally very tall, standing there was like sitting on a mountain.

Kirs picked up the hard hat in his hand, and the old professor thought he was going to do something, and his back froze in fright.

"If you dare to do it, the Huo family will not let you go!"

"Do it?"

Kris smiled disapprovingly.

But in the next second, Kirs raised her hand and buckled the helmet on her head, tugging and saying, "I'm here to move wood to learn crafts."

Then he bent over and picked up the drawing that the professor had dropped by his feet, and coolly put it in his hand.

A group of professors: "???"