"Bring me down?" Gao Qiang glanced at the young man and smiled faintly. Kid, you're overthinking this. "Getting hired full-time isn't just about beating me. For example... do you know how to use a shovel?"
Planting trees was hard labor, but it was not merely hard labor. There were plenty of tricks involved.
Put a weightlifting champion to work digging holes, and he might snap the shovel if he was careless. But if he had to dig hole after hole, his consistency might not be all that great. Compared with his output, his results might very well be worse than those of most ordinary people.
Many old farmers were not especially strong, but they knew how to use their waists and shoulders together, and they had mastered the knack of exerting force. If they worked steadily for an entire morning, two young men combined might not accomplish more than they did.
The young man was not very satisfied with Gao Qiang's answer, but he still sat down carelessly and stretched out an arm. "I was just asking. Anyway, you definitely can't beat me."
Kid, who gave you this absurd confidence? Gao Qiang smiled faintly. "Even if you beat me, it wouldn't mean much..."
As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force, intending to teach the young man a lesson—weren't these young people who did not know their limits supposed to have their edges worn down by society?
A certain retired special forces soldier had voluntarily cast himself in the role of "society."
The young man truly had not expected people's hearts to be so sinister. He struggled briefly, but having lost the initiative, he was still decisively pinned down. His face immediately flushed red, and he shouted indignantly, "You ambushed me... Do it again, and I'll definitely beat you!"
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