"Are you paying now, or will you pay in a few days?" The young man wiped the rain from his face and, incidentally, his bald head. He'd found it unexpectedly convenient since shaving it.
Mr. Jing hesitated. This was something he needed to discuss back home. Jing Shu sneered from the side. Go on, keep acting, all of you. I'm just waiting to see your true colors.
Director Zhang stopped the young man again. "Don't rush them; let them think about it. Whether they pay now or later, they still have to pay. It's just that if it's delayed... well, let's calculate it based on about two hundred square meters of land."
"We'll definitely need a receipt to prove the payment, right?" Mr. Jing finally asked.
"Of course! You see, the internal documents already state that self-built houses require payment. When the time comes, your records will show the payments for illegal and self-built constructions," the young man said.
