I went to the wrong table on a blind date, and I got married to a billionaire CEO

The two of them muttered and walked away. The small restaurant was not big, and the voices could be heard clearly.

We are all poor people, and frugality is the norm here.

Jing Mu asked Gu Beichen to sit down, "Beichen, I'll order two dishes, one for each of us, okay?"

Seeing his embarrassment, Gu Beichen smiled faintly: "I'd better order some, just treat it as my invitation to you."

There isn't even the most basic ordering menu here. You just ask what you want to eat and if it's available, you can only order something else.

"Boss, give us some braised pork, some fish, some green vegetables."

Gu Beichen thought for a while and then said: "Is there any tomato and egg soup? Order one and two bowls of rice."

Jing Mu quickly grabbed him and whispered: "Beichen, after ordering so much, can you finish it? You don't need to order rice. I heard from the workers that as long as you order food, you can eat the rice as you like."

Gu Beichen smiled and said, "I ordered it mainly for you. I'm not very hungry."

When Jing Mu heard this, he immediately said, "Then order one less dish."

The boss's attitude was quite friendly and he said with a smile: "You guys have agreed. You see, I don't have enough manpower when it's dinner time. I'm very busy right now!"

"Just listen to me and hurry up."

"okay!"

Gu Beichen keenly saw that many workers on other simple dining tables basically ordered one dish, just rice, which took a few minutes to make a bowl.

Almost everyone eats three bowls of rice.

Seeing this, Gu Beichen suppressed his anger.

They are all human beings, and some people even deduct the food expenses of migrant workers, and then sit in big hotels to eat and drink.

This matter must be investigated. No matter who is investigated, I will not give him the face of the King of Heaven.

For the first time, Gu Beichen felt how difficult it was for these workers living at the bottom of society.

These people were obviously working hard, but they still had a hard time, and soon three dishes and one soup were served.

This is the first time I have seen such arrogant and sumptuous food in a small restaurant.

A plate of ordinary braised pork made the eyes of the surrounding workers light up.

Seeing the sizzling braised pork, Jing Mu swallowed in dismay.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten such delicious braised pork. Since his mother fell ill, his father was the only one left in the family to farm and raise pigs.

There is a younger brother in high school and a younger sister in junior high school.

He had no choice but to drop out of school and work on the construction site without telling his family.

The worker just now was his fellow villager, and it was he who introduced Jing Mu to work.

"I'm going to make some rice." Jing Mu stood up and walked to a large stainless steel thermal bucket, and brought back two piled bowls of rice.

During the meal, Gu Beichen basically didn't eat much. He was used to meals specially prepared by private chefs, so the food here was simply unpalatable.

Basically, they are heavy in oil and flavor.

This is why the workers only order one dish. On the one hand, it saves money. On the other hand, because of the heavy oil and taste, they can eat two more bowls of rice.

Three dishes and one soup made this man who was a few years younger than him eat with tears in his eyes.

Soon, he adjusted his mood, packed up all the uneaten food, and shamelessly asked for a bowl of rice, saving it for a supper in the evening.

In this way, you can save money on another meal.

Gu Beichen summoned the boss to settle the bill.

"Forty-three yuan in total." The boss had already calculated it.

Anyone who can spend more than 20 yuan here is a big customer.

"How many?"

Gu Beichen looked at him in disbelief. Did he miscalculate?

"Brother, look, braised pork is fifteen yuan, fish is fifteen yuan, vegetables are seven yuan, tomato and egg soup is six yuan, rice is free, a total of forty-three yuan."

Jing Mu thought Gu Beichen was scared. After all, everyone who came here to work had a similar family situation. He only ate 43 yuan for a meal, so he must be very distressed.

He had no idea why Gu Beichen cared so much about money. He just thought, is this so cheap?

It was such a cheap meal of three dishes and one soup, including fish and meat, and the workers only ordered one vegetable. This is what the construction company under their federation of trade unions did!

"Otherwise, I'll pay for it. You just came to the construction site, and you haven't worked yet and have no income..."

Jing Mu dug in his underwear pocket for a long time and took out a few crumpled ten yuan bills.

"No, boss, give me the payment code and I will scan the code to pay you."

Gu Beichen took out the latest mobile phone independently developed by the group and was about to pay.

The boss looked embarrassed, "We only accept cash here..."

Almost everyone has a mobile phone for the elderly. Where can I find the payment code?

This is the life of the people at the bottom. There is no so-called glamour, there is only life that works very hard.

This made Gu Beichen stunned.

"Wait a minute, I'll change some money for you." Gu Beichen stood up and wanted to leave.

The boss just looked at him with a strange look: "Young man, you must be new here. When everyone is in trouble, you can pay me after you have paid your salary."

Jing Mu took out his change and finally collected forty-three yuan.

"Boss, it's not easy for you either. There are old people and young people. I will pay the money."

Jing Mu couldn't help but put the money on the table, stood up and left.

On the way back, he felt a little depressed.

Gu Beichen could tell that he felt sorry for the money.

"Da Mu, can you tell me about your situation? Maybe I can help you!"

His words caused Jing Mu to ignore him. If he couldn't afford a meal, how could he help him?

"You can't help with my matter, let's go to work."

Gu Beichen was stunned. His construction company has always clearly stipulated that he should work for eight hours a day. He must not work overtime for some reasons. Everything is people-oriented.

"Isn't it lunch break time now?"

Jing Mu said angrily: "You think you're sitting in the office? It's still lunch break. We are a contract company. Take me as an example. I contracted the pile driver. If I finish it one day earlier, I can do it." Get your salary one day early, and then go to the next one. Of course, you can only finish it in advance. If the construction period is delayed, you won't get a penny. "

Jing Mu sighed again. Even though he was a top student at the University of Political Science and Law, he was beaten to pieces by reality.

At first, he wanted to use what he had learned and argue with his arguments. As a result, several big and strong men had a friendly exchange with him for half an hour.

From then on, he didn't dare to say another word.

He is soft-spoken and weak, so how can he be the contractor's opponent?

"Is there still such a thing? Isn't this place built under the title of a construction company affiliated to the Longcheng Federation of Trade Unions? How could you be so arrogant and unreasonable?"

"Shh!" Jing Mu immediately looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them before whispering: "You don't want your life. What did I tell you this morning? When working here, you have to keep your mouth shut. You shouldn't ask questions. Don’t ask if it’s something you shouldn’t, and leave it alone.”

At this moment, large trucks came in and stopped at the construction site to unload.

All kinds of steel, cement and other building materials were unloaded all over the place.

Several strong men got out of the car and met a group of staff wearing red and blue hats.

From a distance, Jing Mu pulled Gu Beichen and said, "Don't go over there yet, wait until they finish handing over before leaving."

"This? What's wrong?"

"If you shouldn't listen, don't listen, you'll get beaten easily."

What? What kind of gangster logic is this? He, the president of the Federation of Trade Unions, can't even go over and listen?

Gu Beichen keenly saw the big man in the lead hand over two bucks and a thick black bag.

If I guessed correctly, it should be a few tens of thousands of dollars.

Seeing this scene, Gu Beichen couldn't suppress his anger, and his face was dark.

How dare you bribe so blatantly?

There is obviously something very fishy about this, and think about the submitted financial statements for the first phase of the World Trade Center Tower.

Comparing the two, Gu Beichen wanted to see how arrogant these people could be!

Are Dong Dachuan and Ren Zhonghui dead?

Or are they all the same?

When Jing Mu turned around, he saw this fair and clean apprentice standing behind him with an angry look on his face.

He was so frightened that he quickly grabbed him and walked out.

Some things, even if you saw them accidentally, are your fault!

"Beichen, I suddenly remembered, don't you want to know about me?"

"Go back to the restaurant and I'll talk to you."

Mr. Gu is more concerned about these people's livelihood issues than Jing Mu's affairs.

If I guess correctly, this batch of building materials must be non-compliant.

When I think about it, the Qinglong Bay project went wrong in the same way.

He was a little scared in his heart, if he hadn't nodded and agreed to the YangTV program team to participate in the filming of this documentary.

Maybe they were kept in the dark.