Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 927 887: This Is Intolerable!

As Lin Yi shouted those words, that guy who'd been holding his head high instantly turned beet red, and after holding it in for a long while still couldn't shout out how long he could hold on.

He knew that if they had to endure 60 hours, then there'd be even more hours waiting for them after that.

Precisely because of this, they all understood in their hearts why Lin Yi was doing this, but he still spoke up indignantly:

"Young Master, even though we can't work 60 hours straight without resting, there's no need to make us work only four hours a day, right?"

As soon as he finished, the others around them all started nodding and chiming in:

"Yeah, yeah, how can you make us work only four hours a day? That definitely won't do. We're not convinced, we don't agree."

"Right, we firmly disagree with working at least eight hours a day."

"Yeah yeah, at least eight hours. Even though we can't work 60 hours in a row, working eight hours a day is totally no problem. Sleeping four hours a day is enough."

"Yeah yeah, the brothers are right. Let's do it like that. If the pay only lets us work four hours a day, then I'll be the first to disagree."

In an instant, the whole scene fell into chaos.

And everything they were shouting left Lin Yi utterly dumbfounded. If not for the ancient-style clothes on this bunch right now, Lin Yi would've suspected they were all lunatics.

Since ancient times it's always been employees complaining that the boss makes them work too long, too much. He'd never heard of employees despising the boss for giving them too little work and too short hours.

This really was a first in the history books.

Right at this moment, Leng Yu, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke up:

"That's right, Young Master Lin, only working four hours a day is indeed a bit short. In our daily labor, we usually work at least six or seven hours a day, basically leaving at sunrise and coming back at sunset.

If you suddenly make them work only four hours, what are they supposed to do with the rest of the time?"

What Leng Yu said was indeed the current situation. This bunch, when they were doing farm work, naturally went at it day and night.

When the sun rose, they went out to work; when the sun set, they came back to rest.

Not just farm work—training was the same.

What notion of "working hours" did they have?

Only a latecomer like Lin Yi had this so‑called sense of time, only he treated time as something important, because he knew it was about human rights. He couldn't just strip others of their rights for no reason.

Of course, he also knew that here and now, this kind of demand wouldn't fly, but he didn't want to waste too much time on this either, so he directly said:

"Enough, what I've said counts, there's no changing it. Since I've said you only work four hours a day, then it must only be four hours a day. If you keep making a fuss like this, I'll just replace you with someone else."

As soon as these words came out, no one dared speak again. The words that had been on their lips were forcibly swallowed back down.

When they looked at Lin Yi, their eyes were full of grievance. If this were in later times, this would absolutely be a heavy-hitting piece of news, guaranteed front-page headline material.

In the time that followed, he didn't waste words; he directly started teaching them on the spot how to use this equipment.

It's just that this time he didn't teach in the residence, since space there was limited.

This time he led everyone to a large open area outside the Border Army. This clearing was huge—almost stretching beyond the horizon. Usually it served as their training ground.

And now, using it for driving practice couldn't be more suitable. There was no need to worry that one stomp on the accelerator would have them driving straight into a wall, since aside from the dense woods in the distance, there was nothing else standing here.

Exactly because of that, when Lin Yi was teaching here, everyone picked it up extremely fast.

He had to admit, ancient people's brains were very sharp, no dumber than people nowadays.

After Lin Yi demonstrated a few times, hand‑in‑hand, those guys actually could get started on their own. They still didn't get the technical stuff, but brute‑force work was no problem.

Just like now—Lin Yi pointed at a tree in front of them about as thick as a bowl and said to the guy sitting in the excavator:

"Come on, dig here for me, and dig this tree out with the roots."

With Lin Yi's order, that massive excavator immediately roared to life.

This was originally a giant excavator designed for the lunar surface. Now, down here on Earth, facing a little tree only as thick as a bowl, it was basically an overwhelming, one‑sided crushing.

That's right—crushing.

They saw that guy drive the excavator right up to the tree, and he had no intention of stopping at all. He just floored the accelerator and charged straight at it.

The next moment, that bowl‑thick tree was directly pinned under the excavator's massive tracks and, with a crack, snapped and toppled.

By the time the excavator rolled past, that tree had already been crushed into several pieces.

Seeing this, Lin Yi couldn't help slapping his forehead:

"Dammit, I told you to dig it out, not ram it down."

However, as Lin Yi spit out his complaints, cheers broke out all around.

"Good! Good! Good! That was way too fierce, he actually crushed the tree flat like that. Awesome, awesome. That was just so satisfying."

"Holy crap, if we drive this thing onto the battlefield and make a lap, wouldn't we just crush those guys into meat paste?"

"I can't take it, I can't take it, I have to go up and touch it.

Gou Dan, hurry and get down, I want to go up and drive it. I want to experience this feeling of ramming a tree down myself, it's too damn爽."

Listening to the nonstop cheering around him, Lin Yi almost rolled his eyes and fainted. Good grief, he'd just praised them for being smart, and now they turned out like this?

He clearly told them to dig out the tree, and they went and rammed it down instead. And that wasn't even the worst of it—they didn't reflect on their mistake at all, and the others were even egging him on and cheering. This was truly unbearable.

[To be continued…]