"Attention, attention, quiet down, it's my turn to speak!" Old Xu stood on top of a pillar that was only halfway erected, yelling into the kind of small megaphone street vendors use to sell rat poison.
The people who were busy scrubbing glanced over at him, as the voice from the little megaphone continued, "Tonight's meaty meal is for the subcontractor's crew, and everyone knows why..."
Someone below shouted mischievously, "What if I don't know what to do..."
Old Xu was well-versed in handling such situations and, without changing his expression, retorted smoothly, "Those who don't know should ask around. Today, Da Song from the subcontractor's crew made a suggestion that even Professor Shu praised as good. It saved us a lot of time in construction and spared everyone a lot of effort. As we say, when one man achieves, the whole team is rewarded, so tonight's meaty meal goes to the subcontractor's crew! That's all from me, let's eat..."
