After attending Marquis Kuren’s funeral, the Lady went to see Hels once more to bid farewell, then she set out to return to Green Field with Li Yu.
During this period, Li Yu also summoned a servant.
In fact, the Prophet of the Double Rest Sect had previously taken an interest in Jacob’s corpse; though all beings are equal, it can’t be denied that there are significant differences between the bodies of different races.
For instance, the lifespan of Half-Beasts is naturally much longer than that of humans, and their strength is also greater, just as Dwarves often possess exceptional mathematical and artistic talents (yet few people wish to reincarnate as Dwarves).
The characteristics of the Wing Tribe are even more distinct, with wings that allow them to fly; in traditional online gaming novels, they are that rare initial hidden race that only the protagonist can encounter by sheer luck.
Moreover, on the Bratis Continent, their numbers are indeed very sparse, and with the successful case of Zhu Zhigang, Li Yu naturally wanted to summon more Wing Tribe servants, perhaps even forming an air force in the future that wouldn’t need planes.
However, Jacob died much earlier than he had anticipated, and at that ti, Li Yu didn’t have a suitable candidate on hand; the few people he had contracts with were not yet at death’s door.
Li Yu couldn’t very well urge soone to reincarnate sooner, and seeking out other dying people without conducting a background check was too risky, so in the end, he had to abandon the thought.
The person that Li Yu brought to life this ti was nad He Chaoyang, a construction worker, or to be precise, a forr construction worker who had later run off with his belongings.
The phrase he often had on his lips was "Civil engineering is a dog’s job."
Actually, before going to the construction site, He Chaoyang was quite interested in civil engineering, probably because he had managed to build replicas of the Forbidden City, the Taj Mahal, and other iconic structures with Lego blocks without any formal instruction when he was very young.
Having tasted the joy of construction early on, He Chaoyang, against the opposition of his family and friends, resolutely switched from computer science to civil engineering in college, intending to make full use of his talent and do sothing big.
After graduating, he joined a certain enterprise with a Chinese-character logo, wasted two years there; his girlfriend couldn’t endure the long-distance relationship where they saw each other only once every three months and broke up with him.
In addition to dealing with all kinds of difficult people on the worksite, He Chaoyang learned to smoke, drink, and gamble due to work pressure, he also began binge eating and drinking, and gained a significant amount of weight.
But the main issue was his confusion, as over the years, the construction industry had been on a downward trend, with construction companies competing like Pinduoduo, each undercutting the other, with bidding prices getting lower and lower.
As profits shrank, quality couldn’t improve, plus with real estate companies pursuit of high turnover and focus on rapid ingress and egress, construction deadlines were increasingly squeezed.
He Chaoyang still rembered his first project, a shopping plaza for a well-known large corporation, which went from contract signing to completion in just six months.
Everyone on the project had signed a "military order", working sixteen hours a day with no public holidays except for a three-day New Year’s break; a vice president committed suicide by jumping off a building, soone was worked into the ICU, and they finally completed the project miraculously just before the deadline stipulated in the contract.
The result was a heavy rainstorm that turned that shopping plaza into a veritable "water curtain cave"; later on, falling glass killed soone, and the project manager was also arrested.
For He Chaoyang, it was a nightmare six months, not only because of the endless overti and complex interpersonal relationships, not just because of his girlfriend’s departure, but more so because it was the shattering of his ideals.
He had taken up this job because he loved the industry with the hopeful expectation of building sothing to be proud of.
But what he ended up building was a pile of shit, and this pile of shit was the result of his endless overti at the expense of his health; here, labor law was a joke.
Furthermore, He Chaoyang had seen project managers who ordinarily held themselves with high esteem, be scolded by clients as if they were grandsons, entirely without dignity, and witnessed subcontractors groveling before the main contractors.
He Chaoyang couldn’t help it any longer and vomited profusely.
He didn’t rember at what point the sparkle in his eyes had disappeared, and he himself had beco dull and sluggish.
He Chaoyang muddled through four years on the construction site until he passed the civil service exam in his hotown and ran off with his belongings.
Perhaps due to the excessive strain on his body over those four years, it wasn’t long before He Chaoyang was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Before his death, he seriously considered whether he should take that project manager, who had been very snobbish and cursed at him the most, with him.
But in the end, he abandoned this sowhat tempting thought because He Chaoyang wasn’t sure if that project manager was not, at the beginning of his career, just like him, full of aspirations and ideals.
Only to be ground down step by step by reality into the current state: a person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, who would say one thing to one person and another to a ghost.
He Chaoyang didn’t even know whom to bla since the whole industry was like this, and it wasn’t just since yesterday.
So, looking around, it seed the only person he could bla was himself, for not sticking with good ol’ computer science, instead jumping into this massive pit to beco the second Tong Xuanye.
Li Yu still rembered the look of regret on He Chaoyang’s face when he talked about this matter, then he repeated once more the phrase he always had on his lips, "Civil engineering is a dog’s job."
Finally, he looked at Li Yu, "Going to work in another world is not a problem, I actually want to experience the culture of another plane, but I only have one condition, don’t make do civil engineering again, even if I have to farm the land, I could be a farr."
"Being a farr in the dieval tis isn’t that easy," Li Yu said.
"So, the farrs there live a harder life than the construction workers here?" He Chaoyang asked.
Li Yu thought for a mont and replied, "Probably not, at least they have weekends off."
He Chaoyang slapped his thigh, "I knew it, damn it."
"I can agree to your condition, but my personal suggestion is that you think it over again because I rember you said you actually like building houses," Li Yu said.
"I’m starting to think that Lego ruined my life," He Chaoyang said seriously.
"Well, there is an opportunity before you now. If you are still willing to work in civil engineering over there, using what you’ve learned, there is a very good chance you could beco a leader in the industry.
"Moreover, you also have the chance to set new rules for it, to turn it into what you envision," Li Yu continued, "At least over there, no matter the industry, weekends off are enforced because this is the most basic tenet."
He Chaoyang’s expression struggled, he did not imdiately refuse Li Yu, but perhaps because civil engineering had hurt him too deeply, he didn’t agree right away either, only signing his na under the new labor contract.
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