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"What do you do?"

The foreman sitting behind the desk asked Chen Muze.

"Uncle, I'm looking for a job."

"Are you here looking for a job?"

The foreman was happy and thought that Chen Muze could not carry a bag of cement.

Chen Muze said: "Uncle, although I am thin, I have a strong body."

"Do you have any strength?"

The foreman smiled disdainfully.

"It's true, let me try."

Chen Muze pretended to be anxious to prove it.

"I want to see how strong you are." The foreman stood up and walked out, intending to make Chen Muze, who was overestimating his own abilities, make a fool of himself in public.

Chen Muze followed the foreman out of the work shed area and entered the construction site.

"You stop."

The foreman stopped a worker pushing a cart.

"Boy, if you can push the car to the elevator of the residential building under construction over there, even if you pass the test, I will let you do a small job with a daily wage of two hundred yuan, including food and accommodation!"

Many workers gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Where did the pretty boy come from?"

"With such a small body and a pushcart, a woman may not be able to push it."

"Come on, don't embarrass yourself."

Some workers ridiculed Chen Muze.

Chen Muze ignored these people and looked at the trolley.

The trolley contains six bags of cement, each bag weighing fifty kilograms. Including the weight of the trolley, the total weight is three hundred and dozens of kilograms.

Chen Muze's location was seventy or eighty meters away from the residential building under construction pointed by the foreman.

Pushing a cart weighing more than 300 kilograms has to go 70 to 80 meters, and the construction site is full of potholes. Once the wheels get stuck in a pothole, two or three people have to push the cart.

The workers who were watching firmly believed that it was almost impossible for ordinary people who had never done hard work to push the car by themselves.

Chen Muze stepped forward, grasped the two handles of the trolley with both hands, and then moved forward step by step, slowly and slowly.

The workers were stunned.

Chen Muze pushed the car through the potholes. The car shook but did not stop.

"This kid is amazing!"

One worker couldn't help but admire.

"it is good!"

Someone took the lead in shouting.

The shouts of praise kept coming and going.

Chen Muze pushed the trolley onto the elevator and came to the foreman again.

"I guess I made a mistake."

The foreman smiled and patted Chen Muze on the shoulder, and said to his assistant: "Please arrange a place for him to live and what kind of work he will do every day."

The assistant is the foreman's younger brother, named Tao Dayong.

The foreman is Tao Dazhi, who oversees more than a hundred workers.

Tao Dayong took Chen Muze back to the work shed area.

"Brother, what's your name?"

As Chen Muze spoke, he stuffed a pack of cigarettes into Tao Dayong's hand.

"You are quite sensible, my name is Tao Dazhi, and the foreman is my brother." Tao Dayong, who was in his thirties, smiled and put away his cigarette.

Chen Muze said: "Brother, I want to learn some skills. Just doing manual labor on the construction site is not a long-term solution."

Since you are acting, then act well.

Chen Muche's thoughts.

"The income of bricklayers, fitters, and cement workers is 500 a day. The income is really good. Especially if you operate a tower crane, you can earn 1000 a day. But you need someone to guide you, so you have to understand the construction site first, and then build a good relationship with a certain master. You can work for a while with peace of mind. Small workers, as long as they have a good brain and are willing to work, they will learn skills sooner or later."

"oh oh."

Chen Muze nodded repeatedly.

Tao Dayong brought Chen Muze into a work shed.

There were ten bunk beds in the work shed, several of which were empty.

Tao Dayong said: "You can sleep in that bunk. You don't have to go to work today. You can buy bedding and daily necessities and get used to the environment. The leader of your house will arrange work for you tomorrow. You can just listen to him. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Brother Dayong."

Chen Muze is so humble just to confuse people on the construction site.

Tao Dayong left.

Chen Muze was the only one left in the color-coated steel room.

This seemingly messy dormitory had a mixture of sweat, foot odor, and body odor in the air, which made Chen Muze wrinkle his nose.

Fortunately, he spent half a year in the Tiger Camp and experienced harsher environments.

I originally wanted to go to Lanzhou University, but now I am reduced to a construction site and become a migrant worker.

Plans never catch up with changes.

He sighed secretly, but was not depressed.

As long as he could uproot the Guangming Sect, he would not hesitate to become a beggar, let alone a migrant worker.

in the afternoon.

Chen Muze bought bedding and various daily necessities, and imitated other workers in the dormitory to hang curtains on the bed.

The bed enclosed by a curtain is the only private space for the workers on the construction site.

Chen Muze was busy working until evening, and his coworkers returned to the dormitory one after another.

More than a dozen workers were all disgraced. The first thing they did when they returned to the dormitory was to take out the basin towel from under the bed and wash their hair and face.

"newcomer?"

The man who said this obviously didn't see Chen Muze pushing the cart.

Another man smiled and said: "He's new here. This guy has strong arms and can push a cart weighing more than 300 kilograms with ease."

Some people couldn't help but look at Chen Muze.

Chen Muze said with a smile on his face: "I am young, you are all my brothers, please take care of me in the future."

Sweet-tongued and sensible.

Most people in the dormitory had their first impression of Chen Muze.

"Take the lunch box and follow me to get food."

The crew cut man who was the first to finish washing greeted Chen Muze.

This man has a strong build. After washing his face, he shows a bit of heroism. He has a straight posture and a temperament that is different from other workers.

"Good."

Chen Muze took out his lunch box and followed the crew-cut man in three steps and then two steps.

"Brother, my name is Chen Fei." Chen Muze didn't just choose his name casually. He used Chen Fei's fake identity during various procedures to study at Lanzhou University.

"My surname is Li, and my name is Li Dajun."

The flat-headed man responded to Chen Muze with a smile, very easy-going.

"Dajun, this name is quite impressive. I will call you Brother Dajun from now on." Chen Muze smiled and said, "I feel like Brother Dajun has been a soldier."

Li Dajun's smile froze.

Chen Muze saw that his guess touched Li Dajun's sore spot and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, Brother Dajun... I..."

"You just said something casually, you have nothing to apologize to me for." Li Dajun patted Chen Muze's shoulder rather openly.

Chen Muze concluded from Li Dajun's expression and eyes that this man had a past that he could not bear to look back on.

Work shed area.

Workers who have been busy all day gather at the place where they prepare meals.

There are four windows in the color steel plate house, and there is a long queue in front of the windows.

Chen Muze followed Li Dajun in lining up to get food, joking from time to time.

In the team next to him, several workers who had issues with Li Dajun looked coldly at the newcomer Chen Muze.

After queuing for five or six minutes, it was Chen Muze's turn.

The chef at the window put two spoonfuls of vegetables into Chen Muze's lunch box, and then put two steamed buns into the lunch box.

"Are two steamed buns enough?"

The master asked Chen Muche.

"That's enough, that's enough."

Chen Muche nodded hurriedly.

For him, two steamed buns and two spoons of vegetables are enough to satisfy him, while other workers mostly require three or four steamed buns.

The staple food tube is full.

Mainly so that workers have the strength to work.

Chen Muze was carrying a lunch box and passing by several people queuing on the other side. Someone suddenly stretched out his foot to trip Chen Muze.

This little trick was originally ineffective against Chen Muze.

But in order to confuse everyone and better disguise himself, Chen Muze screamed and fell to the ground. His lunch box was also buckled on the ground. The two steamed buns rolled out a few meters and were covered with dust.