"The wages are the easy part. Even having everyone provide their own food won't cost much." Since even the bricks and tiles were ready, Shen Jiayuan didn't say anything more.
'What else could he say?'
'He probably wasn't even worried about getting his hands on glass. The Little Demon was called the Little Demon for a reason—he had the kind of confidence and backing that ordinary people lacked. It was something you just couldn't be envious of.'
'Forget being cousins—even his own brother, Wei An, couldn't hold a candle to the Little Demon in the eyes of their uncle from the He Family, or to Aunt Shen Hui and her husband.'
Shen Weimin didn't know what Shen Jiayuan was thinking, but even if he did, he couldn't be bothered to explain. 'Everyone assumes I have powerful connections,' he thought. 'Why don't they ever stop to think?'
