Indeed, as Brother Cai explained this, the carpenters stopped their discussions.
"Xiaowei, what do we do now?"
Lu Xueyou had run out of options and asked Zhang Xiaowei anxiously in a low voice.
Zhang Xiaowei's face bore a smile, still showing no sign of giving up.
"September is almost here, work another month, and your year is practically over. Right now, you can only wait here for odd jobs, and it's not even certain you'll get paid in these two months."
"I'll say it again, come to me and you'll get three thousand a month, with a guarantee of earning money every month for at least two years."
Confronted with these words, Brother Cai immediately shouted, "Don't worry, I promise you all will earn another two thousand before October."
"Two thousand?" Zhang Xiaowei snorted disdainfully, "Come to me and you could earn at least six thousand!"
"We still have the next year," Brother Cai continued to resist, still shouting.