Because more than one person had recommended Di Aixin, Feng Jun took a walk around the construction site the next day.
The young man worked hard. He did not look especially sturdy, but he was genuinely strong.
Since everyone said the kid handled things fairly well—though he had the rashness typical of young people, his nature was not bad—Feng Jun felt it was necessary to guide someone like him toward the right path whenever possible.
Young people at this stage had not settled into themselves. Give them a push, and they might take the right road. But cheat them out of three or five thousand, and they might become a textbook case of anti-social or even anti-human behavior.
After making two rounds, he saw Di Aixin sit down for a smoke. He walked over with his hands behind his back. "I heard you think you're pretty strong?"
Di Aixin had not intended to pick a fight with Master Feng. Brother Xu, who had beaten him in a contest of strength, had told him, "That little bit of strength of yours couldn't withstand a single finger from the Master."
But since the Master had spoken, he could not be vague about it. "I probably can't beat you, but I can definitely exchange a few moves with you."
Feng Jun appreciated the young man's drive, but he also needed to let him know there were always greater people and higher heavens. Otherwise, with him hopping around like this, he would always be an unstable factor.
So he held out one index finger. "Come on. I'll give you a chance. With just this one finger, if you can bend me down, I'll double your pay."
Di Aixin truly did not believe it. No matter how strong you were, with one finger, even if