After sending Dazhi away, Cheng Su sat in the chair, pursing her lips in frustration, not for anyone, but for the unappreciative Zhang Jisheng.
She used her connections to arrange a job for him. Fine, she didn’t expect gratitude, she just hoped he would work diligently and not embarrass her. As a man, he should have some responsibility and not rely on Qi Fenglian to endure hardship alongside him every day.
It was all for the sake of Elder Sister. Cheng Su wanted them to live well since she was doing well herself. But this person just can’t appreciate what he has!
Gained experience? Ha!
What experience did he gain? He was just dazzled by the bright lights and nightlife, forgetting the poor days he came from!
"Useless fool who doesn’t know how to treasure things!" Cheng Su cursed, followed by deep self-reproach and guilt.
Had she known it would turn out like this, she wouldn’t have bothered finding that fool a job. At least then, this scandalous incident wouldn’t have happened. Elder Sister is still in the dark for now, but if she finds out, what chaos would ensue?
Old Song walked over, knocked on Cheng Su’s desk, and sat down.
Cheng Su rubbed her cheek and said, "Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"What’s troubling you?" Old Song asked.
"Just felt some people don’t know how to appreciate things. Let’s not talk about it, it will only make me more upset." Cheng Su said. "I just asked Dazhi, and he gave me a conservative estimate that building a three-story building will cost at least fifty to sixty thousand yuan, and this is a low estimate."
Old Song pondered for a moment and said, "Considering the current economic situation, that’s likely. His estimate is on the low side. According to my calculations, it will probably cost around eighty thousand!"
Cheng Su rubbed her temples again.

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