billionaire heir

Chapter 632 Debunking
This reporter named Xia Zheteng walked into the building where Bai Hongmao and the others lived. He thought he would walk into a dirty and smelly pigsty, but the scene in front of him completely stunned him: "This, this, this..."

The aisles of this building are clean and tidy, not only is there no peculiar smell, but even the air is filled with the scent of flowers from air fresheners.

There is a wastebasket at the door of the rooms on each floor. Although there are some garbage in the wastebasket, the garbage does not emit any peculiar smell.

It can be seen that the scripture wastebasket is cleaned every day.

"This...is a bit different from what we imagined!" Xia Zheteng's face was a little embarrassed, but he still forced himself to excuse himself, "Maybe I just ran into it today because I just ran into it. We Go inside their dormitory, it must be worse than refugee camps and slums!"

"This kind of unscrupulous company will definitely not give their construction workers any good treatment, I can guarantee it!" Xia Zheteng had just finished the promise, and the door of a dormitory opened.

Bai Hongmao glanced at Xia Zheteng, and looked at Xia Zheteng warily: "Who are you?"

"I'm Xia Zheteng, a reporter from Star Whale News, and I want to interview you." Regardless of whether Bai Hongmao is willing or not, Xia Zheteng rushed into the dormitory and shouted, "Look, everyone, this is the migrant worker dormitory of that unscrupulous company , we can see... can see..."

Xia Zheteng wanted to say some very bad adjectives, but he couldn't come up with the words.

The dormitory he saw was not bad at all, four people shared a room, and it was not the kind of bunk beds, but arranged in parallel.

Except that the room is smaller, the rest is like a hotel, with everything you need.

Refrigerator, air conditioner, TV, computer, bathroom, water heater...

If he didn't know that this is a migrant worker's dormitory, and the decoration is ordinary, Xia Zheteng would really have thought that he had entered a hotel room.

Netizens who watched the live broadcast on the Internet began to post comments one by one: "Fuck! Is this really a dormitory for migrant workers? It's a hundred times better than my university dormitory, okay?"

"It's so sour, this is someone else's dormitory!"

"Mr. Reporter, are you really sure this is a black-hearted, cold-blooded, unscrupulous company?"

Being questioned by netizens, Xia Zheteng blushed and forcibly excused himself: "I think this company is trying to make a show, and I don't believe their TVs work!"

Hearing Xia Zheteng's words, Bai Hongmao sneered and turned on the TV with the remote control without saying anything.

This TV is not only watchable, but the picture is very clear.

Xia Zheteng didn't know what to say immediately, so he deliberately pretended to be thirsty and said to Bai Hongmao: "I'm thirsty, can I go get a bottle of water from your refrigerator?"

Regardless of Bai Hongmao's permission or not, he opened the refrigerator directly, and saw that there was no mineral water in it, but there was beer and various kinds of bread and pastries.

Xia Zheteng originally thought that there would be nothing in the refrigerator, so he opened the refrigerator, wanting to "expose" the hypocrisy of Zhou Han Real Estate Company, but unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face again.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't know if these migrant workers are here to work or to stay in hotels."

"It's really enviable!"

“This company treats you so well!”

Netizens' tone was full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and the screen in the live broadcast room was full of sour smells.

When Xia Zheteng was in a daze, Bai Hongmao closed the refrigerator, and then took out a bottle of mineral water and a bottle of herbal tea from the two boxes on the ground: "Mr. Reporter, drink water or herbal tea? There is no way, there are too many things in the refrigerator , I can’t put it down, such an ordinary thing should not be put in the refrigerator.”

"Haha..." The live broadcast room was full of joyous laughter, Xia Zheteng took a bottle of mineral water, his face was hot: "I didn't expect you to live such a good life, did you buy these things yourself?"

"We bought the food ourselves, and the others are provided by the company." Bai Hongmao said, "Is there a problem?"

"No problem, no problem." Xia Zheteng looked at the dormitory repeatedly, and then asked, "The monthly utility bills and rent for this dormitory should be quite a lot, right?"

"I don't know." Bai Hongmao spread his hands, "The boss rented them all, and the boss paid all the money. How do we know?"

"Haha..." The live broadcast room lit up with joyful laughing expressions and the words "haha" again, and Xia Zheteng felt his face hurt more and more: "The benefits are so good, the wool must come from the sheep, you guys Is your salary not high?"

"Salary?" Bai Hongmao asked rhetorically, "Although the salary is not high, it's just over [-] a month, excluding five social insurances and one housing fund. The salary should be higher than that of you journalists who just goof around all day long, right?"

"What? More than 1 yuan a month, not including five social insurances and one housing fund?"

"Fuck! I'm going to move bricks too!"

"I'm going too, I'm going too! Form a group together!"

The live broadcast room suddenly exploded, and everyone shouted to go to the construction site to move bricks.

Xia Zheteng didn't expect Zhou Haoxuan to offer such a high salary to these hard-working workers. He felt that Zhou Haoxuan must have made some money back, so he continued to ask: "Do you work a lot of hours every day? Do you often work overtime? "

"Eight hours a day." Bai Hongmao said, "From [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am, with a two-hour break in between, eating and sleeping, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, never working overtime."

"Dining... Do you need money?" Xia Zheteng asked cautiously, because he had already anticipated the possible answer.

Since Zhou Haoxuan doesn't need these migrant workers to work overtime, Zhou Haoxuan will definitely not make a fuss about food, after all, he can't spend much money on food.

Sure enough, another worker in the dormitory immediately rushed to answer: "Breakfast and dinner are eaten in the cafeteria downstairs in the dormitory. money."

The netizens were completely numb, and Xia Zheteng couldn't think of any other questions, so he could only ask casually: "Your boss is so generous, do you know why?"

"You still have to ask why? The boss is a good man!" Another worker said, "Our boss once said that those of us who work as coolies can reach the age of 40 at most, and we are prone to premature aging, and we will get sickness and tattoos in our later years, and we don't have regular medical insurance. Social security, so it’s all about exchanging lives for money. If he can’t let us earn enough money for retirement before the age of 40, then he’s a wolf-hearted boss. No matter how much he doesn’t make money, he will never treat us who do hard work badly. .”

(End of this chapter)