I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Zhang Yangqing finally pointed to the two lone newcomers over there: "Look at those two lads. They may not know all the inside stories, but they at least understand one thing: instead of asking those 'seniors' who might have ulterior motives, it's better to observe coldly and keep your distance."
To reduce the possibility of being taken advantage of, they wear a cold expression, not as a pretense, but to protect themselves, keeping their observations and learning to themselves rather than displaying them on their faces or words.

Upon hearing these words, the crew-cut laborer felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and suddenly everything became clear! His long-standing confusion, fear, and helplessness were instantly replaced by a mix of lingering fear, enlightenment, and gratitude!

He felt as if he had suddenly "gained his wisdom." Many things that he couldn't understand or comprehend before suddenly became clear and connected!

The key to survival has always been right in front of me, but I was blinded by fear!

After realizing what had happened, the crew-cut laborer bowed deeply to Zhang Yangqing, his voice choked with emotion: "Brother! You are truly my second parents! No, even closer than second parents! I was so stupid before, thinking of currying favor with those old foxes!"
If it weren't for you two kind brothers, I probably wouldn't even know how I died! I will never forget your immense kindness! From now on, you two are like my own brothers. If you need my help, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!

He was genuinely grateful and moved to tears.

In such a perilous and unpredictable environment, to encounter such a "senior" who is so sincere and insightful in guiding one through difficulties is simply the luckiest thing ever!

Zhang Yangqing simply waved his hand, his face still displaying the same calm and casual expression. He patted the crew-cut laborer on the shoulder and reminded him in a "sincere" tone:
“You don’t have to believe everything we say. In this place, you have to have your own judgment about everyone and everything. Blindly believing others is sometimes more dangerous than knowing nothing at all. Only what you have observed, thought about, and verified yourself can truly help you survive.”

His "heartfelt" advice, which seemed to be entirely from the other person's perspective, not only did not diminish the crew-cut laborer's trust, but also moved him even more and made him more convinced!

The crew-cut laborer thumped his chest loudly, his face saying, "You don't need to explain, I understand." He continued, "Brother! You can't say that! You've told me these 'industry secrets' and fundamental principles of survival without reservation. This is an immense favor! If I were to doubt you and be suspicious, would I even be human? Would I be an idiot?!"

In his view, it would be too easy for Zhang Yangqing to harm him; he could simply utter a few words of "experience" that violated the rules, and he might die quietly.

The fact that the other party is willing to say these things is itself the greatest proof of their goodwill and strength!

The chairman, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded and admired Zhang Yangqing's "personal charm" and "art of rhetoric" to the point of prostration.

In such a short time, not only did they extract valuable information, but they also successfully created the image of a "deeply unfathomable and kind-hearted senior."

He also gained a loyal, grateful follower who could practically be used as an "informant" and "tool"!
Despite the chairman's constant disdain for Zhang Yangqing's deception, the guy had actually taken it to heart.

Just as the short-haired laborer was filled with gratitude and wished he could tear his heart out to show his loyalty, Zhang Yangqing casually steered the conversation toward himself.

The crew-cut laborer was naturally led into the conversation and asked with concern, "Brothers, you two seem to have extraordinary bearing. Did you come here specifically for some 'heavy work' or 'difficult work' that requires experts like you to handle?"
I've heard that for certain 'special' goods, or goods that need to be loaded onto specific ships, the foreman usually won't entrust them to newcomers like us. Even many experienced workers can't handle them; you have to ask a truly skilled and knowledgeable master craftsman to do it.

His words were tinged with probing and curiosity, but they were also logically sound.

In his eyes, Zhang Yangqing and the chairman were clearly "veteran experts," and their presence here was definitely not for ordinary moving work.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yangqing revealed a profound and unfathomable expression, as if he had been struck by something, but he didn't want to say more.

He glanced at the crew-cut laborer with a hint of caution, his tone carrying a "for your own good" tone: "Some things are better for you the less you know. Curiosity sometimes does more than just kill the cat." This statement, seemingly a refusal to answer, was actually an implicit confirmation of his identity.

The work we do is indeed extraordinary, and it's not something you should be asking about.

The crew-cut laborer immediately understood. Far from being dissatisfied, he wore an "I understand, I understand" expression, straightened his back, and stood at attention with a serious expression, assuring him:

"Understood! Brother! I was too talkative! I shouldn't have asked! Please tell me what you need me to do! Help me move things, keep watch, run errands, anything! I promise I won't ask a single question and I won't mention it to anyone!"

His loyal and obedient demeanor clearly indicated that he already considered himself one of Zhang Yangqing's "own people".

This was exactly the effect Zhang Yangqing wanted: an inside man within the labor force who had some understanding of the management and warehouse operations, and who was grateful to him.

Before long, the foreman, wearing sunglasses and chewing on a straw, stood up from behind the wooden table and called out in a lazy but unquestionable tone, "Stop standing around! Get some work done!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the open space in front of the warehouse.

The laborers, who had been standing or sitting and talking in hushed tones, suddenly stopped moving as if they had received some kind of instruction. They all stood up and gathered around the foreman, but still maintained a certain distance and silence. No one pushed or made a sound.

The steward opened his greasy hardcover notebook, casually scribbled with his worn-out pen, and began assigning tasks.

His method was simple: whoever he pointed to, or whoever he saw, would give a number and a general description of the goods. The laborer who was pointed to would then silently turn around and enter the warehouse, or walk to the designated stacking area next to it, and begin to find and move the corresponding goods.

The whole process was efficient yet stressful; not a single laborer asked about the destination, and no one complained that the goods were too heavy or too strange.

They simply accepted the tasks silently and carried them out quietly.

The crew-cut laborer seemed a little nervous in the crowd. He shuffled over and politely whispered, "Brothers, are you waiting for special jobs? Or should I go first?"

He meant that if Zhang Yangqing and his group needed him to assist them or work with them, he could decline or coordinate his own tasks.

The chairman had the same idea. He originally wanted to take advantage of this ordinary moving task to personally participate in it, observe the stacking of goods inside the warehouse, the specific operational details of the veteran laborers, and even try to figure out the entire process of goods from the warehouse to the loading point and potential inspection links.

This is an excellent opportunity to gather firsthand intelligence.

However, Zhang Yangqing shook his head slightly and said to the crew-cut laborer, "You go first and do your own thing. Don't follow us on our mission; it won't do you any good." (End of Chapter)