2025-03-03 09:00:37"Some people claiming to be local residents are blocking our heavy vehicles from passing through. Unfortunately, there's only one access road, and all our construction trucks and equipment are stuck on the main road. If we force our way in, they’re threatening to destroy our project."
Celeste narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening. "Can’t you negotiate with them? What the hell is PR and HR even doing?"
"We tried negotiating, even offering compensation, but they have another demand," Billy said, sounding frustrated.
"And what’s that?" Celeste pressed.
"They’ll only let our trucks through if we buy building materials from them. The problem is, they’re trying to monopolize the supply. The prices they’re offering are insane."
"How much are they charging?"
"Five times the normal price, ma’am," Rin added. "My team already checked, and the materials are completely unusable. We tested the durability of the bricks, checked the cement moisture levels,
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