"President Yang, you're finally back."
Upon arriving at the community, as soon as the car stopped and he had just walked into the villa, he saw the living room filled with people.
There were Zhang Han, Zhang Wei, Jiang Yan, Zhang Xiangu, and Wang Xiaoming, as well as some unfamiliar faces, mostly relatives of some residents. Beside Wang Xiaoming sat two strong and serious-looking bodyguards, one on each side. It seemed the arrangements made earlier were effective.
Liu Xiaoyu's efficiency in handling matters was still very high.
Speaking was Zhang Wei's uncle, a man in his thirties wearing a suit.
"What happened?" Yang Jian felt something was off about the atmosphere here.
Zhang Xiangu was covering his bleeding head and said, "What else could it be? The workers have revolted, unwilling to stay and work here anymore. Just before, the contractor took them all away, and I couldn't stop them."
"Uncle Zhang, are you alright?" Yang Jian asked.
