Ye Fan stood beside the small path with a darkened face, as the four old fellows led by Zhang Deli were being too thoughtless and too full of themselves. There were four large boxes in total; although they weren't extremely heavy, each weighed around fifty pounds and was about the size of a cubic meter. The four so-called experts didn't lift a finger to help, leaving all the work to the remaining four middle-aged men in their thirties.
By all rights, the four middle-aged men should carry the heavy loads, but the items were heavy and the path difficult to navigate. They should have lent a hand; otherwise it would seriously impact the progress of the expedition. And yet Zhang Deli and the others turned a blind eye.
"Wang, get me a bottle of water," Zhang Deli ordered as he stood on the small path, waving at a middle-aged man nearby. Wang had just put down the box, panting like a dog with his tongue out, resting against a tree.
