'Thud, thud--'
Workers dropped to their knees one after another.
They desperately pleaded with Feng Ruyue, using their tears as a tool for coercion.
On the surface, they were begging, but in reality, it was coercion.
Feng Ruyue's face turned completely dark, she stepped back and said, "What are you doing? This has nothing to do with the Feng Family. Why are you asking us for help? We can't solve anything..."
…
"Please, kind madam, help us."
"Yes, help us. We just want to clear up the money, go home and celebrate New Year. Our children are waiting for us. It's really not easy for us."
"The money for a piece of land means nothing to you, but to us, it's life or death. Without this money, we'll starve."
…
Various voices rang out; their state appeared extremely pitiful.
It's as if they were a disadvantaged group, praying for help from the upper class, needing the wealthy to lend a helping hand.
