Rainy Night, New Profession

In the afternoon.

Fang Qingyu walked out of the Martial Hall feeling refreshed.

He had finished covering all the material that the Formal Class could teach.

The only thing left was a saber technique that he hadn't mastered yet.

It could be said to be quite fulfilling.

Next, he needed to consider his career options.

His two profession panels alone were not enough to support all his skills.

And he was still quite a distance away from 300KG of strength.

Attribute points were also extremely crucial.

Fang Qingyu drove his car, picking up a few DiDi rides along the way, and headed to the talent market.

He wanted to see if there were any good jobs available from noon to evening.

However, his educational background became the first hurdle.

He found a job that didn't seem to have any requirements and whose time commitment fit.

This seemed to be the one.

Fang Qingyu stared intently at the job posting.

[Urgent Recruitment: Construction Material Mover

Time: 14:00-18:00

Job Description: Move cement, tiles, and other materials up and down stairs, assist with organizing and inventorying materials

Requirements: 18-50 years old, good physical strength, able to endure hardship, follow instructions, no experience required

Salary: Daily settlement, charged by floor/weight

Contact: Zhang Shifu 138-XXXX-XXXX (Feixin same number)]

"Hello!?"

"Hello, is this Zhang Shifu?"

"Yes, are you here to be a load carrier?"

"Yes, I have great physical strength and can endure hardship."

Fang Qingyu decided to paint a rosy picture for the other party first.

He would make that picture a reality when the actual work began.

"Alright, do you have time now? Come over to Hongquan Community, let's have you try it out first."

Zhang Shifu's voice sounded a bit noisy, as if he was busy with work.

"Sure, I'll be right there."

Fang Qingyu immediately agreed.

He got into his car and drove towards Hongquan Community.

Even if Zhang Shifu hadn't said so, he would have tried it out first.

Fang Qingyu wasn't sure if this load-carrying job counted as a profession and if it could be activated.

He soon arrived at the community.

Following Zhang Shifu's directions, Fang Qingyu arrived at the bottom of a building.

"Young man, you're so young to be doing this kind of work?"

Zhang Shifu looked quite old, but he was quite satisfied looking at Fang Qingyu's muscular physique.

However, young men his age...

Generally couldn't endure much hardship.

Carrying loads up stairs wasn't like working out.

"Yes, I'm in urgent need of money recently. Don't worry, I've done this before."

Seeing that the other party still seemed a bit hesitant, Fang Qingyu walked over, picked up two sandbags with one hand, and without minding the dirt, slung them over his shoulders.

He looked like he was doing it with ease.

This kind of load-carrying work did have a technical aspect to it.

But not much.

It mainly depended on physical fitness.

With his current physique, there was no way he would fail at this.

"Alright, let's get started. Three yuan per bag, going up to 801."

Being a building porter was a physically demanding job, not considered a formal profession.

Seeing that Fang Qingyu was capable, Zhang Shifu readily agreed.

"Okay."

After hearing this, Fang Qingyu first placed two sandbags on one shoulder, then said, "Zhang Shifu, please help me carry two more bags."

"Can you handle it, young man? Don't be reckless. You can't rush earning money."

Each bag weighed 40KG, so four bags were 160KG.

If anything unexpected happened, he couldn't take responsibility.

"Don't worry, I can definitely do it. If you don't believe me, just put them on and try."

Fang Qingyu squatted and stood up with a smile, appearing very relaxed.

Zhang Shifu then suspiciously placed two more bags on his other shoulder.

"Thank you, Zhang Shifu, I'm leaving now."

With that, Fang Qingyu strode towards the stairwell.

As if he felt nothing.

"Good heavens."

Zhang Shifu wiped the sweat from his brow upon seeing this.

"I hope there's enough work today."

As the sun set and dusk arrived.

A group of bare-chested men sat by the steps.

They looked at the young man in the distance with strange expressions.

"You carried 228 bags today. 3 yuan per bag, totaling 684. I'll scan your WeChat."

"Okay, thank you, Zhang Shifu."

Fang Qingyu smiled.

"From now on, I'm free from 2 PM until before 7 PM. Call me anytime you have work."

"No problem."

Zhang Shifu agreed readily.

Building porters don't fear having too much work, they fear having no work at all.

After saying goodbye to his colleagues, Fang Qingyu drove home to change.

Besides watching the road, he also glanced at a newly opened page in his skill book.

[Detected Porter profession, activating... (57/100)]

He hadn't expected the activation name for the building porter profession to be "Porter."

But as long as there was a profession to activate, it was a good thing.

Moreover, this profession was activating very quickly.

He would be able to activate it after a few more hours of carrying tomorrow.

He had good luck.

He gained a new profession in just one afternoon.

After returning home and changing, Fang Qingyu headed to the martial arts gym, intending to resign from his security guard position.

However, Lu Chen still hadn't returned.

At the bar, he didn't know where Brother Jiao had gone either.

The two of them had vanished into thin air.

There was no other way, so he had to continue for now.

This job was a kind offer from Brother Jiao, and the pay was much better than before.

If he wanted to leave, he should at least say it to their face.

He finished his shift at midnight, as usual.

Fang Qingyu then fought two more matches before leaving the gym.

He turned the key to start the car, preparing to go home.

Tomorrow, he would have to look for more evening professions.

He rolled down the car window, and the night breeze, carrying sparse raindrops, brought a hint of coolness.

It's raining again?

Fang Qingyu stopped at the red light, looking at the raindrops, feeling a bit speechless.

The sun had only been out for a few days.

The raindrops outside the window grew larger, and Fang Qingyu closed the window, glancing at the rearview mirror as he did.

Two sets of headlights were rapidly approaching from behind.

Turning his head back, the red light ahead flickered in the empty intersection.

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to step on the accelerator.

Blood-red light spots suddenly exploded on his retina, and the icon for [Vigilance Lv.3] twitched like a nerve being pricked by a steel needle.

In the rearview mirror, the front of the black SUV was slowly lifting.

A sense of danger, like a thorn on his back, made the world suddenly sharp and clear.

Fang Qingyu could hear the screech of tires on the road even with the window closed.

He could even feel the thick, viscous killing intent emanating from the driver's seat of the vehicle behind him.

His fingers flashed, unbuckling the seatbelt.

The instant the car body violently jolted, Fang Qingyu kicked open the driver's side door and jumped out.

His core abdominal muscles tensed instantly, and he leaped out of the car.

His right shoulder slammed heavily onto the guardrail of the green belt. In his rolling vision, his newly bought Song L was pushed sideways by two meters.

The rough texture of the asphalt road met his palms, and Fang Qingyu knelt on one knee, steadying himself.

Just as he was about to get a clear look at who was responsible.

The SUV, as if nothing had happened, reversed, turned around, and charged at him again.

"Damn it!"

Fang Qingyu had no choice but to turn and run quickly towards the side of the road.

This street wasn't very wide.

Both sides were residential areas.

As long as he could get into an alley, no matter what, that car wouldn't be able to follow.

The curtain of rain sliced the streetlights into fragmented mercury spots.

Bang—

The moment he dashed into the alley.

The front of the SUV violently slammed into the mouth of the alley.

Fang Qingyu had just gotten to his feet when the person in the driver's seat kicked open the windshield, stepped onto the hood, and looked down at him.

A hoarse, smoky voice carried a hint of mockery.

"Pretty good at dodging, huh?"