Chapter 945


    Tommy continued to persuade him with great delight. "From what I heard, this project is a


    restoration project by Grand Asia Empire''s president to restore Tourmaline Estate. She has plenty of


    money and has always paid our wages on time. Come back with me."


    Ben mulled it over. He did not have a single penny with him, nor was he proficient in a particr


    line. Hence, he returned to the construction site with Tommy.


    When Stan and the rest saw him returning, they ridiculed him unceremoniously. "Why did youe


    back? I thought you went out to make big bucks."


    Ben looked at the dirty construction site and asked Stan, "Where’s the project leader?"


    He might be unfit for dirty jobs, but he could try his hand with other jobs.


    Stan eyed him skeptically and looked at Ben''s face that was very different from theirs. Fishermen


    like them had been tanned since childhood, but Ben''s face was fair and wless. He looked way


    better than the young masters in big cities.


    Stan pondered and thought that perhaps Ben was really capable in other aspects, hence he pointed


    out the project leader’s office at the b-type apartment building. He said, "You see that? The


    project leader’s


    office is the second room on the second floor. He’s from our vige too. Why are you looking for


    him?"


    Ben did not answer him, but instead, he turned around and walked toward the b-type apartment


    building.


    The project leader was currently overwrought because the blueprint was smudged by tea, blurring


    several lines.


    When Ben entered, Manager Hanes, the person in charge, was like a drowning man clutching at a


    straw as he asked him, "Do you know how to draw blueprints?"


    Ben mulled it over. "I can try."


    Having seemingly found his savior, Manager Hanes regarded Ben as his distinguished guest and


    pulled him to his seat. "Hurry up and restore the smudged part of the blueprint for me. If you do me


    this favor, I will make sure to treat you well in the future."


    Ben tried his hand at restoring the blueprint for him.


    When Manager Hanes noticed how decent his drawing looked, he rubbed his hands and said with


    delight, "God has heard my prayers and sent me a savior. You may not know this, but this


    Tourmaline Estate project is a construction project supervised by Grand Asia’s president herself-"


    At this point, he nced outside vigntly and whispered, "You don''t know this, but the Grand Asia


    president''s nickname is ''Female Tyrant’. She''s coldblooded and ruthless, biting the heads of anyone


    who makes a mistake. If she finds out that there’s something wrong with the blueprint, we’ll not only


    lose our jobs, but we''ll also bring trouble to our future generations. Even the fishermen I referred to


    for this job will lose their source of ie as well."


    Ben stood up. "The blueprint is fixed. Take a look?"


    Manager Hanes studied the blueprint only to realize that Ben had fixed it wlessly. He showered


    Ben with praises. "You’re really something. Say, why don''t we do this? You''ll stay by my side from


    now on and run some errands for me."


    Ben nodded, saying, "Can you assign me a private dormitory?"


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    Manager Hanes was taken aback. His dark and profound eyes fell on his dashing face. "You''re quite


    fastidious, aren''t you? Okay then, you''ll stay in the staff dormitory from now on."


    Ben said, "Thank you."


    His tone always sounded neither supercilious nor obsequious.


    When Ben walked out of the building, he bumped into Grand Asia''s leadership team that came to


    inspect the construction site.


    Angeline Severe, the president of Grand Asia, looked like an empress surrounded by dashing men


    in uniforms.


    Ben looked at Angeline from a distance. His first impression of her was that this woman’s face was


    heavily painted and cold. It was as if she was suffering from an irregr period cycle. She had put o


    n a straight face-an expressionless iceberg face.


    Manager Hanes walked out at this point and said to Ben, "See that? That woman is Grand Asia’s


    president. Have you heard of Grand Asia Empire? That’s thergestpany in Imperial Capital,


    one that controls the lifeline of all the small and medium-sized enterprises in Imperial Capital."