From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

"sure."

Zhu Yuan nodded and quickly recounted the events that happened at the alley entrance that night in their entirety.

The more Ma Qiushen listened, the more his brows furrowed, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

According to Zhu Yuan, it was mostly his father who clashed with Li Yinghu in an attempt to help Zhu Yuan, while Zhu Yuan himself made very few moves and spoke, merely responding passively.

After a long time, Ma Qiushen could only think of one possibility.

Looking at Zhu Yuan, he said, "Li Yinghu is most likely afraid of your revenge because you have the talent to become a martial artist."

After expressing this idea, Ma Qiushen felt that his thinking was clear.

Seven days ago, he learned that Zhu Yuan had the talent to become a martial artist, and then this news was passed on to Li Yinghu through the underlings that Li Yinghu had placed by his side.

Finally, Li Yinghu feared Zhu Yuan's revenge after he became a martial artist, which led to his actions two days ago.

After figuring out where Zhu Yuan was likely staying, Li Yinghu sent men to take action against him, hoping to eliminate the potential threat in advance.

"Knowing that I have the talent to become a martial artist, shouldn't he choose to seek my forgiveness?" Zhu Yuan said, speaking with the thoughts of a normal person, his face showing a hint of confusion.

"I knew this guy was petty, but I didn't expect him to be this petty." Ma Qiushen shook his head, a look of disdain on his face.

At this point, he asked Zhu Yuan what he would do next, his tone tinged with curiosity: "If you became a martial artist, what would you do?"

"Since Li Yinghu thinks that way, then I can't let him down," Zhu Yuan replied humorously, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, but no real smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ma Qiushen was taken aback at first, then a hearty smile spread across his face, and he gave Zhu Yuan a thumbs up.

"Hahaha, that's how we martial arts practitioners should be!"

He agreed with Zhu Yuan's approach, not only because it benefited him, but also because he genuinely believed that Zhu Yuan was right and had a clear sense of right and wrong.

"You did very well last time." Ma Qiushen's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Because of what happened on Black Bull Gang's territory, Li Yinghu was also warned, and he definitely won't dare to send anyone to cause trouble on Black Bull Gang's territory again. As for our Water Moon Gang's territory, I will keep an eye on him."

Zhu Yuan fought two opponents single-handedly, injuring both of them.

Ma Qiushen was quite surprised by this.

He hadn't expected Zhu Yuan to be so ruthless and decisive in his attack.

Such a person, once they become a martial artist, will surely achieve even greater things.

"Thank you, Brother Ma," Zhu Yuan said, clasping his hands in thanks.

"It's what I should do. After all, your problems are ultimately my fault." With that, Ma Qiushen returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute, then turned and bid farewell to Zhu Yuan before striding away.

Zhu Yuan watched Ma Qiushen's figure disappear before continuing to the dock to begin his afternoon work.

This time, he didn't tell Lao Ma that he had come to see Ma Qiushen.

This involves something that happened two days ago. I told Lao Ma, and he'll probably be worried, and it might even cause him to be more at odds with his son.

Zhu Yuan stopped transporting goods after making fifty trips this afternoon.

He stood there, his gaze sweeping across the dock, and saw that the porters, who, like him, were paid by the bag, were gradually putting down their carrying poles, packing up their belongings, and preparing to leave.

There were not many goods left, scattered in a few places, seemingly mainly for the porters who were paid by the day.

This was the first time Zhu Yuan had encountered such a situation.

His gaze sharpened, and he immediately understood what this meant.

The port is no longer as busy as before, and signs of the off-season are beginning to appear.

"Zhu Yuan, continue."

Old Ma stood beside the pile of goods, looked at Zhu Yuan who had stopped moving, waved his hand, signaling him not to stop and to continue moving the remaining goods.

His tone was normal, and his face showed no particular expression.

"No, Uncle Ma."

Zhu Yuan shook his head, put the carrying pole down from his shoulder, and held it in his hand.

According to the unwritten rules of the docks, at times like this, Old Ma, as the person who assigns the work, should actually take the initiative to let temporary porters like him, who are paid by the bag, leave, and leave the remaining little work to the porters who are paid by the day.

This is more in line with the interests of the dock.

Old Ma is letting him continue now, which is somewhat of a favor to him.

But if the foreman or other long-term workers see this and feel that Old Ma is biased, Old Ma will likely be reprimanded.

"That's enough for today." Zhu Yuan gave a natural smile and casually offered an excuse, "I happen to have some things to take care of at the Dongyun Martial Arts Academy."

"OK."

Upon hearing this, Old Ma's gaze lingered on Zhu Yuan's face for a moment, as if trying to discern the truth in his words, but in the end he nodded and said nothing more.

He couldn't refuse Zhu Yuan's reason.

What if something really happens to Zhu Yuan at the martial arts school?

Moreover, he could tell that Zhu Yuan was considerate of his situation and didn't want to put him in a difficult position.

He didn't expose it, but simply responded, gave Zhu Yuan the bamboo tally for the day, and then turned to sort out the remaining sacks.

Zhu Yuan put away the bamboo tally and didn't linger any longer. He carried the carrying pole back on his shoulder and immediately went to Manager Wan to settle his wages.

Fifty trips, seventy coins.

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Occupation: Porter

Level: Lv4 (535/1600)

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Inside the small hut, Zhu Yuan, having put down his carrying pole, closed his eyes.

"The upgrade of the porter profession will have to be postponed."

Zhu Yuan closed the ancient books in his mind and couldn't help but think.

As a result, he found it difficult to make 60 trips a day afterward.

There are still fifty trips today, and the number will usually decrease over time.

The excuse he gave to Lao Ma was that something had happened at the Dongyun Martial Arts School.

In fact, he really did have to go to the Dongyun Martial Arts School.

I came back just to put away my tools.

When he arrived at Dongyun Martial Arts School without stopping, it was already getting dark, and there were only a few disciples still practicing in the training ground.

Zhao Tiezhu had just finished his afternoon practice and was wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeve as he packed up his things to go home.

"Tiezhu." Zhu Yuan walked over quickly and called out.

"Zhu Yuan?" Zhao Tiezhu turned around at the sound of the voice, and when he saw Zhu Yuan, his face showed surprise. He looked at the sky, then at Zhu Yuan, "Why are you here? It's time to go back now."

"There's less cargo at the dock," Zhu Yuan explained as he walked up to Zhao Tiezhu. "I'm thinking of doing some odd jobs."

That's right.

He wanted to try his luck as a butcher.

This was an idea he had long ago; he could try it out once there was less cargo at the dock.

"I understand!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiezhu's eyes lit up, and a happy expression immediately appeared on his face. He nodded vigorously, and his voice became loud and clear.

"Let's go back together today! I'll take you to see my father right now!"

"Mm." Zhu Yuan nodded with a smile.

On the way back, the two chatted and laughed.

Zhao Tiezhu seemed particularly excited, constantly telling Zhu Yuan about his father Zhao Dazhu's skillful pig-slaughtering techniques and some interesting stories about the family's butcher shop, his honest face full of smiles.

Zhu Yuan listened while occasionally chiming in, but his mind was more focused on whether he could successfully become a butcher.