Sure enough, as soon as Huang An announced the number of people planned for the first phase of work teams, the two women were stunned.
"15,000 people?"
Zhao Yan's lips were slightly parted, her eyes locked onto Huang An's with a blend of shock, admiration and delight.
She had heard Huang An talk about such matters before and knew what labor exchange for relief meant.
However, she hadn't expected the scale of the labor-for-relief mentioned by her junior brother to be so grand.
While surprised, she was also immensely proud.
After all, the more formidable Huang An appeared, the happier she would be.
Meanwhile, Luo Feiyao, wide-eyed and gaping, looked as if her eyes were about to pop out.
Her mouth was wide open and Huang An, sitting opposite her, could see the tiny, red tongue inside.
Unconsciously, her chopsticks dropped onto the table. Seeing Huang An's expression appeared genuine, she absent-mindedly scratched her head.
She hesitated before asking: