Su Ming pondered for a few seconds before stepping forward to lift a rusty bolt weighing over twenty pounds.
"My goodness, Young Master! What are you doing?"
The employees sorting and transporting trash were all dumbfounded, anxiously stepping forward to inquire.
Some worried that Su Ming hadn't lifted properly and would crush his own foot, so they quickly prepared to catch it.
"I'm working."
Su Ming explained calmly.
"That won't do, how can you do such work?"
"Right, what if you hurt yourself?"
"Exactly."
...
The employees at the site were all extremely panicked.
The workers around who were busy also stopped one after another, coming over to persuade him.
Su Ming's head began to ache from hearing them.
Not long after, Hu Jia also rushed over in a panic. Seeing Su Ming holding the bolt, he was nearly scared out of his wits.
"Mother of heaven, Young Master! Why have you started lifting things!"
"Don't worry about it."
Su Ming replied reluctantly.
