"Besides, maybe they've had their nose and mouth reconstructed and can't smell anything, you know?"
"Even if they gave me this place to live for free, I wouldn't stay."
Red Barrel, knowing all too well about coastal villas, knows exactly what they're like. When a typhoon hits, the coastal residents' bureau looks like the end of the world, with windows shaking like crazy. The sunny days by the sea are far from enjoyable; many buyers were simply fooled by developers.
He pointed to a thirty-plus story office building by the sea
"How much explosives would it take to blow that up?"
Dading looked at the office building twice, quickly shaking his head.
"How would I know? I'd need to conduct an on-site inspection, better to get the design drawings, otherwise it's a no-go."
He was a bit confused
"Why do you want to blow up the building? Aren't we handling construction? When did we start doing demolitions?"
"What kind of demolition?"
Red Barrel whispered to Dading
