It wasn't long before the crowd had already arrived at the front gate.
As soon as they reached the first floor, they heard a wave of noisy commotion.
Some staff from the reception hall were outside, dealing with the troublemakers, but to little effect.
"What's up with Zhongming Hall? Paying debts is a matter of course, you owe us construction payments and still want to default. That's not acceptable!"
"Everybody look closely, this is it—the Zhongming Hall of the Provincial City Song Family. These big families just bully us honest folks."
"If we don't get an explanation today, this matter won't be settled."
"That's right, it won't be settled!"
...
Looking in the direction of the voices, leading the pack was a middle-aged man in a jacket, somewhat short with a lean figure, but his eyes shone with shrewdness.
Behind him, there were also quite a number of construction workers in work attire, all told there were at least a dozen.
