The smell of concrete mixed with the saltiness of sweat fermented into a thick paste in the heat wave of July afternoon. Yun Daye took off his safety helmet and wiped his face with the towel hanging around his neck. The water droplets hit the dusty work clothes, leaving dark dots, which were evaporated in an instant, leaving only a faint trace.
"Yun Chu, the formwork here has been reinforced. Can you take a look?" A young worker ran over with a flattering smile on his face.
