The candy is certainly good, no additives, and not expired, but does Wei Yuntao dare to give it to his son?

Definitely not.

He’s not here as a guest.

"Mr. Lu, what we want is not the candy."

He held his ground, looked directly at the person sitting on the sofa, his gaze fearless and resolute.

Lu Xu smiled and no longer insisted, signaling with his eyes.

"Sit."

Wei Yuntao, protecting his son, didn’t move.

"Mr. Wei, don’t you want to solve the problem?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuntao took a deep breath, embraced his son, and under the watchful eyes of the strong men on either side, gradually walked towards the sofa.

"Mr. Wei, where’s your wife? Is she working over the weekend?"

Lu Xu asked casually.

In negotiations, first, it’s necessary to close the distance and establish a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.

"My wife... is no longer here."

A hint of sorrow flashed across Wei Yuntao’s face, but it was only for a moment. After sitting down, he still held his son tightly. After a brief moment of sadness, his eyes were once again replaced by determination.

"I’m sorry, my apologies."

Lu Xu immediately apologized.

"Mr. Lu, my promise to my wife was to take good care of our child. I put all my savings into purchasing a house from your company to give my child a better environment. It doesn’t matter what kind of place I live in, but I can’t let my child down, and I certainly can’t let his mother down."

Lu Xu nodded, seemingly understanding, then looked at his sturdy and powerful arms and his rough face.

"May I ask, what does Mr. Wei do for a living?"

"I am a bricklayer."

Bricklayer.

Commonly known as a migrant worker.

Responsible for tasks like tiling and wall painting.

Lu Xu chuckled in surprise, "Turns out, we’re in the same industry."

Indeed, speaking broadly, both are in the construction industry.

Lu Xu seemed to have given ample respect, but Wei Yuntao did not accept it.

He looked at Lu Xu’s glasses and the eyes behind them.

"I am not the same as Mr. Lu."

The supervisor beside him surely erupted with rage, but without Lu Xu’s response, he dared not act.

"Bricklaying is a very tough job; Mr. Wei works while also taking care of his child, it’s truly not easy."

Lu Xu resonated with the plight of the grassroots workers, his gaze shifted to the young boy, "Your father is a great man."

"My father is the greatest person in the world!"

The young boy declared in a loud, unwavering voice.

Lu Xu laughed.

"Mr. Lu, I have only one request, can you tell me exactly when we can move into our own house?"

Bricklayer.

Raising a child alone.

Saving up to buy a house.

Just thinking about it makes one feel breathless.

"Failed project," sounds like just two little words, but behind those words are countless desperate and shattered families.

Undoubtedly.

This father and son are worse off than Zhang Zhongquan.

Zhang Zhongquan at least still has his wife and child, with a partner helping sustain the family.

If there’s a way out, why would honest workers go to the streets with banners?

"Mr. Wei, I completely understand your feelings. Those extravagantly dressed are not the ones raising silkworms; Mr. Wei, you’ve renovated so many houses, yet not one belongs to you."

Lu Xu paused, seemingly offering sympathy for his fate.

Though he was already well aware of the ugly face of the developer, the manager’s actions from the beginning until now had still inspired a glimmer of illusive hope within Wei Yuntao.

As a victim, he lowered his dignity and pleaded, "Mr. Lu, could you please refund my house deposit?"

Lu Xu looked at him, saying nothing.

Being stared at made Wei Yuntao feel anxious, he braced himself to say, "This little money means absolutely nothing to your company."

Lu Xu didn’t get angry, nor did he smile. He said calmly, "When Mr. Wei came in, he must have seen that we’ve resumed work. Your house will be handed over to you in the near future, why do you want to back out?"

"Then please give me a clear answer, when exactly is ’in the near future’? This year or next year?"

As a father, as a worker immersed in the construction industry for over a decade, how could he not understand the ins and outs?

Resumed work?

Who knows when it might be halted again?

And having reached this point, both owners and developers are suing each other in court; even if the house is completed successfully, can the quality be assured?

It must be admitted.

The first to get out was Zhang Zhongquan who was smart, got his money back, escaped the misery, but just because he was fortunate doesn’t mean everyone can be that fortunate.

As a developer, to compromise once is possible, but to continually compromise? Impossible.

Today Zhang San comes to refund, tomorrow Li Si comes, money is secondary, but as a business, once it loses reputation, how can it walk forward?

"The specific date, I cannot guarantee to Mr. Wei, but we’ll certainly proceed as quickly as possible."

Just as expected.

The unrealistic hope within Wei Yuntao gradually shattered.

Quickly.

Only children would believe such lies.

"Mr. Lu, refund my house deposit, and we will no longer interfere with each other; I will immediately tear down the banner."

He gave up on lucky thinking, firmly insisting on his sole demand.

Lu Xu fell silent.

The supervisor, adept at reading the situation, knew it was his turn, having endured with difficulty.

"Bang!"

He slammed the coffee table, who knows if his hand hurt.

"Ungrateful! ’No interference’ indeed! Mr. Wei, do you really think you’re someone important? What do you amount to? Mr. Lu invited you inside because you brought your son, pitied you, and now you’re slandering him? Want to back out of the house? Fine! Go through the legal process! Oh, right, didn’t you already go to court? Wasn’t there a judgment? What’s this? Not content with the court’s decision? Don’t achieve your goal then drag it out with a tattered cloth, you bunch of troublemakers!"