Sir Ares, Goodnight

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

When Stan and the rest saw him returning, they ridiculed him unceremoniously. "Why did you come 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 flawless. 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 slab-type apartment building. He said, "You see that? The project leader's Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

is the second room on the second floor. He's from our village too.

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leader was currently overwrought because the

the person in charge, was like a drowning man clutching at a straw as he asked him,

over.

and restore the smudged

tried his hand at

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

outside vigilantly 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

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praises. "You're really something. Say, why don't

you assign me a private

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