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Half a gold coin a day, or five silver coins, was the salary Su Mo decided after thinking for a long time.

It is a sky-high price for NPC poor people, but players may dismiss it. After all, players must have at least 100 real coins a day to pay for their labor.

One hundred dollars is at least fifty gold coins.

Su Mo couldn't give these poor people so much money. The values ​​on both sides were not equal. Giving too much would not only do no good but would kill them.

The poor people accepted today's five silver coins in a daze - this was the basic salary. If they performed well, they could receive another payment in the evening.

If you don't do a good job, depending on the situation and your attitude, you may not get extra pay.

Five silver coins is a lot, but no one will be satisfied with five silver coins. Everyone will work very hard to earn all Master Su's gold coins and make him bankrupt.

Therefore, the three hundred overseers sent by Grand Duke Stan have no value in existence.

No one will be lazy, so why should we oversee the work?

"You three hundred people, either work together, or you can go back and report your life to the Grand Duke now." Su Mo said to the three hundred people who held whips in their hands and machetes on their waists.

"This... this is against the rules!" the supervisor yelled.

"Is there anything against the rules? I sent you here to supervise their work. Do you think they still need supervision now?" Su Mo asked impatiently.

What he hates the most is these maggots who are useless only for showing off their power.

"Even if they don't need supervision, we should record their performance and then decide how much to pay!" The supervisor looked red.

No matter how responsible he is, if it is left to them to record, if these workers can earn five more silver coins in addition to the basic five silver coins, then at least four of the five extra silver coins must be handed over to them. "custody".

How could he be so willing to let go of such a huge benefit?

"My people will be responsible for recording, and they are also working, so you and your people can leave." Su Mo said.

"How presumptuous, who gave you the right to drive us away!" The supervisor couldn't believe that Su Mo actually wanted to drive him away.

Deep down in his heart, he felt that he could be an equal to Su Mo, an adventurer, and even felt that Su Mo himself was within the jurisdiction of his whip.

"Bang!" Su Mo picked up a whip from the side and whipped it on the face of the supervisor, causing a bloodstain to appear on his fair face. Then he said coldly: "Despicable thing. Who gave you the authority to question a great Lord."

The head overseer almost went berserk.

He wanted to take 300 minions and chop Su Mo into pieces, but unfortunately, everyone around him was watching the 300 supervisors eagerly, and they were ready to chop them up if they disagreed.

Especially those coolies who were originally numb, but were driven out of their homes by whipping them with whips, and they have long been itching with hatred.

Now that Su Mo is paying them, Su Mo is their living ancestor. As long as Su Mo gives an order, they can eat these supervisors even with his teeth.

"Let's go!" The supervisor cracked his whip fiercely.

"Come back!" Su Mo called to him.

"Humph, if you have anything to say, go back and explain it to the Grand Duke." The supervisor thought that Su Mo wanted to say a few words to give him a chance, so he immediately showed his refusal to accept it.

"You have to apologize to me first. Offending a noble is a capital crime." Su Mo almost laughed.

Damn NPC, I can't touch Archduke Stan, and I can't even touch you minions who bully the weak and fear the strong. I have long wanted to win people's hearts by punishing these overseers.

When the laborers were drafted from their homes and came to Su Mo, most of them had whip marks on their faces, and probably more on their bodies.

It's enough to show how hateful these overseers are.

The supervisor was almost furious. He doubted whether Su Mo wanted to make rice.

"..." Splinter Man Simmons wanted to stand up and say something, but accidentally caught a glimpse of Su Mo's eyes looking at him. His heart suddenly trembled, so he simply pretended to be deaf and mute and remained silent.

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, and the supervisor could only kneel on the ground in humiliation, kowtowing like a lord and admitting his mistake.

"Go away!" Mr. Su obviously had no intention of easing the relationship between the two parties. He drove away the supervisor and his 300 minions. Before they could get far, the coolies in the small square burst into an earth-shaking cheer. Voice.

These coolies, who originally thought there was no way out, looked at Mr. Su with eyes full of gratitude and longing.

Winning people's hearts is actually that simple.

No need for Su Mo to say anything else, these people immediately threw themselves into the construction in full swing.

The rock was exploded and then rolled down to the predetermined position. A group of people rushed up to knock and chisel, and soon the first stone in Stan City was born. Then they pried the stone onto the wooden board and placed rolling logs underneath. They were specially responsible for this. Han pulled the stone to the river bank not far away, pushed it onto the raft that had just been tied up, made sure it was stable, and then went down the river.

On the other side, at the site of Stan City, the coolies were waving shovels and excavating sections.

The brothers of the Scarlet War Flag are also working. In addition to working, they are also responsible for recording work points. Everyone will record the work of their own group.

"Is this necessary? They will definitely stir up trouble after they return." After everyone went to work, Simons, the Splinter, complained next to Su Mo.

"So, I need you to go back." Su Mo said.

"What do you need me to convey to you?" Simmons asked, knowing that this guy would definitely not let him go.

Then Su Mo told Simmons the script. Simmons opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but yelled at Su Mo: "You...you are too shameless."

"Go, go and come back quickly," Su Mo flicked the dust on his sleeves and said gently: "Just one of them can go, and the remaining seventeen can stay and move the rocks."

"Poof!" Splinter Man Simmons spat out a mouthful of old blood and staggered away.

He immediately went back to meet with Grand Duke Stan, and happened to encounter the chief overseer there, accusing Su Mo of being domineering.

"That damn adventurer has been favored by the Grand Duke and has no thought of reward. He has started to use chicken feathers as arrows to show his power everywhere. Look at my face, it was slapped by him. When beating a dog, it depends on the owner. Well, Your Majesty the Grand Duke, wow~wuwuwu~”

Grand Duke Stan stood tall and had a gloomy look on his face.

"You deserve to be beaten to death!" Simmons yelled, and then asked: "What does it mean to use chicken feathers as arrows? Are the appointments of the Grand Duke also chicken feathers?"

"..." Grand Duke Stan touched his nose and felt that this matter might not be as simple as the supervisor said.

"That's not what I meant!" The supervisor was dumbfounded.