"Also trying hard to impress, but seems a bit unreliable." Zhao Xiangyang complained:
"These people who put up small ads, don't know what's up with them. When we need them to make a contribution, they don't even show up."
"Isn't that better? It means our work is effective, and the leaders of the property management are not stupid, they've noticed."
"True."
The two chatted idly, then suddenly a figure appeared in front of Lin Yi.
"Bro, have some water."
"Hm? How come you're here?"
It was none other than Zhang Wenwen, whom I encountered a few days ago.
"The foreman got me a job handing out flyers, 20 yuan an hour, so I came."
"Foreman?"
"The person who previously asked me to put up small ads, this time he gave me the money first, 200 yuan."
Lin Yi chuckled.
Yu Bo really knows how to deal with people, truly doesn't miss any detail.
"This seems like a legitimate job, go ahead and hand them out. Rest if you get tired."
"Got it, thanks, Bro."
