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A week later, Zhou Daoqiang felt that his construction site should be as straight as straight and square as square. However, when he walked to the construction site, he found that it was still in a mess. Cement, gravel, sand, and profiles were piled up in random directions. Together with the newly dug soil when digging the wall foundation, the entire construction site looked like it had been bombarded. Zhou Daoqiang walked up to the foreman Li Xiuhai with a smile on his face, but his words were in a complaining tone: "Old Li, why don't you see any work? I've cut my nails twice, and your wall is not as high as your teeth?" Li Xiuhai was squatting on a brick, holding the tail of a cigarette in his hand, squinting, looking ahead blankly, and pursed his lips when Zhou Daoqiang asked. Zhou Daoqiang looked in the direction of Li Xiuhai's mouth. Not far away, a man in his thirties was sitting on a pile of bricks and looking over.
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