"Bring them to change their clothes."
"Okay, Brother Zhou."
"?" Zhou Yuwen was startled.
Zhao Jun quickly covered his mouth, chuckling awkwardly, "Slipped out. I'm just used to saying it."
The venue was actually almost finished being set up, and the twenty people brought by Liu Shuo had all changed into those dark-colored security uniforms. This part-time job from nine in the morning to four in the afternoon paid a hundred yuan a day, which was considered a high-quality part-time job.
The guys Liu Shuo brought were all muscular types, and they really looked the part in their uniforms. There were other labor companies involved in this job, not just Zhou Yuwen's, but Liu Shuo did do one thing right: besides part-timing, he instilled a kind of belief in his employees, which really set his labor company apart from the others.
