However, after pouring a truckload of cement and river sand concrete down, the deep pits for the foundation piles were quickly filled, unlike before when they simply couldn't be filled.
"Mr. Wang, we can really start casting the piles now," the contractor personally took charge, busied himself for a while, and upon realizing the issue was resolved, a great joy immediately spread across his face.
Li Qingxuan was at a loss for words, but the facts were right before her eyes, leaving her no choice but to believe.
"It's time to fulfill the promise, Daoist Yi Long," Zhang Xiaomeng said.
Daoist Yi Long clenched his teeth in anger, having come to utterly loathe Zhang Xiaomeng, but the thought of regurgitating his years of ill-gotten gains for the Hope Project was utterly ludicrous.
With great reluctance, Daoist Yi Long took out the check he had just received from Wang Tianshan and returned it to him.
