National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 698 - 641 The Great Wall Mason

Chapter 698: Chapter 641 The Great Wall Mason

Changyang City, north.

Maguan Post.

Chen Wanjia stared blankly at the road surface, without thought or desire, motionless and uncommitted, as if he were not in the garb of a construction worker, with a posture of a mighty warrior, and a sign in front of him that read "Expert Bricklayer," people might mistake him for an enlightened monk.

His face was covered with a beard, almost hiding half of his visage, his eyes were tired yet vacant, and his body was lean and thin, not appearing to have much strength at all.

A foreman looking for workers took a liking to his silence and approached, saying, "The pay is 240 for a day’s work, you in or not?"

"Not doing it," Chen Wanjia rejected without a second thought.

The foreman paused in surprise. In his experience, the more savvy workers would often respond with something like, "240 doesn’t sound good, 260 will do." Those who weren’t good with words would usually accept the price, only to be shortchanged by him.

It was his first time encountering a worker who refused work.

The foreman felt inexplicably annoyed, "If you’re not working, what are you squatting here for?"

Chen Wanjia shifted the sign in front of him and said, "Expert work, 500 a day!"

The foreman laughed, "Just because you say you’re an expert doesn’t make it so. How about this, you work a trial first, and if you really do a good job, we’ll discuss further."

"Trial work, no less than 450."

"Who pays that much for trial work? Let’s say 260 for your trial, and that’s as high as we go," the foreman retorted, not intending to pay him 500, just using the pretext of trial work to press the price down first.

Chen Wanjia fixed his gaze on the foreman and countered, "Trial work for one day only, minimum 300. If no issues, then 600 the next day."

The foreman affected a look of struggle and capitulated, "Fine, 300 it is!"

"And 600 for the next day!" Chen Wanjia emphasized.

The foreman reasoned, "You can’t tell much from just one day of trial work..."

"That’s it!" Chen Wanjia insisted adamantly.

The foreman pretended to hesitate again, "Alright, alright, get in the car, I’ll call a couple more guys over."

"If you’re planning to cheat, I won’t let you off," Chen Wanjia warned in a serious tone, his eyes shining with a light as if to change the world!

The foreman was unimpressed; half his job consisted of haggling and arguing.

Along with a few other workers, Chen Wanjia boarded a Wuling Hongguang van that could also carry cargo and headed to the renovation site, a spacious three-bedroom house with a yard and a basement on the first floor.

Seeing this house, Chen Wanjia’s eyes involuntarily brightened.

Although it was a bit off from the house of his dreams, the basement on the first floor was just perfect. Chen Wanjia could already imagine how convenient it would be to bury bodies if he owned such a house.

Once the basement was filled, he could build walls above, burying many more people.

Chen Wanjia had no plans to live long, but if he could fill the basement, he felt he would have made a contribution to the world and truly changed it!

Chen Wanjia worked hard all day, not slacking off at all.

That evening, the foreman, as promised, handed him 300 for the day’s construction work.

Chen Wanjia requested cash, and the foreman thought nothing of it, as most people willing to work these days were of an age that didn’t trust mobile payments. They preferred cash.

Before leaving, Chen Wanjia asked, "My wages are 600 tomorrow, right?"

"Let’s try another day’s work tomorrow, and we’ll talk after that," the foreman smiled genially.

Chen Wanjia’s expression became calm as he inquired, "Didn’t I do well today?"

"You did quite well, but trial work isn’t just about doing well, it’s about both of us being satisfied, right?"

"Then I won’t come tomorrow. Give me 450 for today, plus another 150."

"Do I look like I’m made of money!" the foreman’s tone grew assertive, "If you don’t want to come, just scram, Maguan Post isn’t the place for you to throw a tantrum!"

"We had an agreement. 300 for today’s trial, and 600 for proper work tomorrow."

"Didn’t I already give you the three hundred?"

"I’ll work another day for 600 tomorrow."

"If you come tomorrow, I’ll make it 450, let’s take this step by step, okay?"

"The daily wage starts at 600."

"Work for a few days at 450, once we’re familiar with each other, I’ll then pay you 600."

Chen Wanjia’s expression became grave: "You’re lying to me!"

"This isn’t lying, it’s market choice, right. You opted for a trial, so I have the right to decide how much to pay you. It can’t be as much as you demand..." The foreman was both soft and hard, not afraid of how these migrant workers could respond.

If they were tough and rough enough, why would they need to leave their hometowns to work? They could just be a local foreman like him and that would be enough.

Chen Wanjia, as expected, did not continue to argue. He gathered his things, bowed his head, and left.

At night, in the rented farmhouse he was staying in, Chen Wanjia casually gave Shang Geyong some water, and while stroking the back of his head, he muttered, "There are so many swindlers nowadays. When you’re reborn, don’t cheat people anymore. Cheaters have protruding mouths."

"Old folks say, those who cheat will not die a good death. I see that those who did not die a good death are few, while many live more comfortably than me."

"The foreman is inhumane, I have to make sure he doesn’t die a good death today. I’ll use this lime first, and buy some new ones for you later. Ah."

Chen Wanjia patted Shang Geyong, and casually removed the rag stuffed in Shang Geyong’s mouth.

Shang Geyong struggled violently twice and said hastily, "Let me go, I have money saved overseas, I’ll give it all to you."

After speaking, he gasped for breath.

With a hum, Chen Wanjia said, "You haven’t dug up all the gold in your villa for me yet. If you dare to deceive me, I’ll bury you alive, understand?"

"I understand, I understand. Don’t bury me, there should still be gold in my villa, let me think again," Shang Geyong said as he closed his eyes to ponder. He was extremely tired. Ever since he got in the car, Shang Geyong had been tied up by Chen Wanjia. At first, it was just his thumbs that were tied, then he was bound hand and foot, and now he was tied up like a hog, lying on the ground like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

Moreover, he was facing down, his navel pressing against the cold ground, making it very easy to catch a cold in the stomach.

Shang Geyong was in agony, but he continued to hang on.

The only reason Chen Wanjia didn’t kill him was because Shang Geyong claimed he had gold buried in his hometown.

Chen Wanjia believed him. Because if he had money, he felt he would do the same. Chen Wanjia’s dream was to buy a house with a basement and a yard, preferably local so he wouldn’t have to leave. Building one himself was also an option.

By then, if he had a body, he would bury it underground; if he had money, he would bury that as well.

By a twist of fate, Shang Geyong preserved his life. The key was that there was indeed gold buried in the yard of the villa he bought in his hometown. Not only gold, but also vintage wine and Yuan Datou coins.

Shang Geyong, along with Chen Wanjia, went to the villa in his hometown, and after pretended digging for a few days, fortunately unearthed some gold, thus struggling on for a few more days. Then they dug up Yuan Datou coins, vintage wine...

The yard was basically dug up, and what Shang Geyong called more gold was just a pure ruse by then.

Chen Wanjia guessed as much, but he did not kill Shang Geyong directly because he was not ready yet. He hadn’t found a suitable place to bury the body, hadn’t bought suitable lime.

Chen Wanjia was concerned that killing Shang Geyong prematurely would make the corpse smell, which was why he spared his life.

To Chen Wanjia, murder was no problem anymore. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of being caught, with evidence stuffed under the bed. He was acutely aware that if he were to be caught, any explanation would be a waste of time. Moreover, he didn’t like to lie.

Shang Geyong could only keep living by cheating.

Chen Wanjia therefore looked down on Shang Geyong: "People like you never speak a word of truth, killing you wouldn’t be too much."

He felt he was much nobler than Shang Geyong.

"I can get you Bitcoin, stored in a USB drive, and you can travel the world without fear," Shang Geyong gasped, starting his attempt for the day.

Chen Wanjia bent over and stuffed the rag back into Shang Geyong’s mouth, saying, "All these things you’re talking about are meant to deceive, just don’t play with them when you’re down there, you know."

Having just put Shang Geyong back under the bed, there was a knock at the door:

"Hello, is anyone home? I’m here to check the electric meter."