Afternoon.
Fang Qingyu walked out of the martial arts school feeling refreshed.
By today, he had finished learning everything the Formal Class could teach.
Only one saber technique remained unmastered.
He could say he had already gained quite a bit of practical experience.
Next, it was time to consider his career options.
With only two Job Panels, it was difficult to support so many skills.
And as for reaching 300 kilograms of strength—
There was still quite a gap to cover.
Attribute Points were also vitally important.
Fang Qingyu drove his car, taking a few Didi fares along the way, and headed to the job market.
He wanted to see what decent work was available from noon until evening.
As it turned out, his educational background became the first hurdle.
There was only one job that required no qualifications and also fit his schedule.
It seemed this was the one.
Fang Qingyu stared fixedly at the recruitment notice.
Urgently hiring construction-material movers
Hours: 14:00–18:00
Job duties: Carrying cement, tiles, and other materials up and down stairs; assisting with sorting and counting materials
Requirements: 18–50 years old, physically fit, able to endure hardship, obedient to arrangements, no experience required
Pay: Paid daily, calculated by floor and weight
Contact: Zhang Shifu 138-XXXX-XXXX (same number on Feixin)
"Hello!?"
"Hello, are you Zhang Shifu?"
"That's me. Are you here to work as a building hauler?"
"Yes. I'm very physically fit, and I can really endure hardship."
Fang Qingyu first painted the other party a rosy picture.
Once he actually started working, he could make that picture a reality.
"All right. Do you have time right now? Come over to Hongquan Community and give it a try first."
Zhang Shifu seemed to be working on something, as his voice was somewhat noisy.
"Sure. I'll be there right away."
Fang Qingyu immediately agreed.
He got into his car and drove toward Hongquan Community.
Even if Zhang Shifu had not said so, he still needed to give it a try first.
Fang Qingyu was not sure whether being a building hauler counted as a profession, or whether it could be activated.
He soon arrived at the community.
Following Zhang Shifu's directions, Fang Qingyu came to the bottom of a building.
"Young man, you're so young. You want to do this kind of work?"
Zhang Shifu looked somewhat old. Seeing Fang Qingyu's muscular physique, he seemed quite pleased.
However, young men of this age
usually could not endure much hardship.
Hauling buildings was not the same as working out.
"Yes. I'm in urgent need of money lately. Don't worry, I've done this before."
Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, Fang Qingyu walked over, picked up a sandbag in each hand, and swung them onto his shoulders without even minding the dirt.
He looked completely at ease.
There was some skill involved in hauling buildings.
But not much.
It mainly depended on physical fitness.
With his current physique, it was impossible for him to fail at this.
"All right, then let's get to work. Three yuan per bag. Take them up to the eighth floor, Room 01."
Being a building hauler was physical labor, not a formal profession.
Seeing that Fang Qingyu could handle it,
Zhang Shifu readily agreed.
"Okay."
After hearing that, Fang Qingyu first placed two sandbags on one shoulder, then said, "Zhang Shifu, help me put two more on."
"Can you handle it, young man? Don't overdo it. There's no need to rush just to make money."
One bag weighed 40 kilograms. Four bags made 160 kilograms.
If anything happened, he could not take responsibility for it.
"Don't worry, I can definitely handle it. If you don't believe me, put them on first and see."
Fang Qingyu smiled as he squatted down and stood back up, looking completely relaxed.
Only then did Zhang Shifu suspiciously place two more bags on his other shoulder.
"Thanks, Zhang Shifu. I'm off."
With that, Fang Qingyu strode toward the stairwell.
He acted as if he could not feel a thing.
"My goodness."
Zhang Shifu wiped the sweat from his brow at the sight.
"We won't run out of work for today, will we?"
By the time the sun had begun to set,
a group of bare-chested men sat beside the steps.
They stared strangely at the young man in the distance.
"You carried 228 bags today. At three yuan per bag, that's 684 yuan total. I'll transfer it to you on WeChat."
"Okay. Thank you, Zhang Shifu."
Fang Qingyu smiled.
"I'm free every day from two in the afternoon until seven in the evening. Call me anytime you have work."
"No problem."
Zhang Shifu agreed readily.
Building haulers did not fear having someone carry too much.
They feared having no one to carry anything at all.
After saying goodbye to his coworkers,
Fang Qingyu drove home to change his clothes.
Aside from watching the road, he also glanced twice at the newly opened page in the diagram.
The mover profession has been detected. Activation in progress (57/100)
He had not expected the profession activated by hauling buildings to be called mover.
But as long as a profession could be activated, it was a good thing.
Moreover, this profession was activating exceptionally quickly.
Another few hours of hauling tomorrow would be enough to activate it.
His luck was pretty good.
He had gained a new profession in just one afternoon.
After returning home and changing his clothes,
Fang Qingyu headed to the Combat Arena, intending to quit his Security Guard profession.
However, Lu Chen still had not returned.
As for Brother Jiao at the bar, Fang Qingyu had no idea where he had gone either.
The two of them seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.
There was nothing he could do. He could only keep working for now.
Brother Jiao had kindly introduced him to this job, and the pay and benefits were considerably better than before.
If he wanted to leave, that was fine, but he should at least tell them in person.
He worked steadily until midnight before clocking out.
Fang Qingyu threw two more punches, then finally left the Combat Arena.
He turned the key and started the car, preparing to head home.
Tomorrow, he still had to look for another evening job.
He lowered the window. The night wind carried scattered threads of rain and brought a touch of coolness.
It was raining again?
Fang Qingyu stopped at a red light and looked at the raindrops, feeling somewhat speechless.
It had only been sunny for a few days.
The raindrops outside grew heavier. Fang Qingyu rolled up the window and glanced at the rearview mirror.
Two headlights were rapidly approaching from behind.
He turned his head. The red light ahead flickered at the empty intersection.
Fang Qingyu was just about to step on the accelerator
when blood-red light suddenly exploded across his retinas. The Alertness Lv.3 icon twitched like a nerve being stabbed by a steel needle.
In the rearview mirror, the front of the black SUV slowly rose.
The danger prickling his back made the world suddenly crystal clear.
Even with the window closed, Fang Qingyu could hear the tires shrieking against the road.
He could even sense the viscous killing intent from the driver's seat behind him.
His fingers instantly popped open the seat-belt buckle.
At the instant the car body shook violently, Fang Qingyu kicked open the driver's-side door.
His core muscles tightened in an instant, and he leaped out of the car.
His right shoulder slammed into the guardrail around the greenery. Through his tumbling field of vision, he saw his newly purchased Song L get rammed two meters sideways.
The rough texture of the asphalt traveled through his palm. Fang Qingyu dropped to one knee and steadied himself.
He had just wanted to see who had done it
when the SUV, seemingly unharmed, reversed, turned around, and charged at him again.
"Fuck!"
Fang Qingyu had no choice but to turn and sprint toward the roadside.
The street was not very wide.
Residential areas lined both sides.
As long as he made it into an alley, no matter what happened, that car would not be able to drive in.
The curtain of rain split the streetlights into tiny mercury-colored patches.
Bang—
The moment he rushed into the alley,
the SUV's front end slammed violently into the entrance.
Just as Fang Qingyu got back to his feet, the person in the driver's seat kicked through the windshield, stepped onto the hood, and looked down at him from above.
The hoarse smoker's voice carried a hint of mockery.
"Pretty good at dodging, aren't you?"
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