From Beggar to Emperor: My Profession Has Its Own Characteristics

"This wooden box contains books, which are quite valuable, so be careful."

"Come with me, we'll take you to the library in the inner courtyard."

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan immediately responded and nodded earnestly to Butler Han.

He walked quickly to the designated wooden crate, but instead of immediately taking action, he first squatted down and carefully checked whether the crate was securely bound before reaching out and steadily lifting it up.

The book box wasn't particularly heavy, but since Butler Han had instructed him to be careful, he naturally needed to be extra cautious.

He adjusted his posture, holding the box steadily in front of his chest, before standing up and looking at Butler Han to indicate that he was ready.

"You seven, pile these wooden boxes up here against the courtyard wall," Butler Han instructed the remaining seven porters, pointing to a relatively open area against the wall inside the side gate.

After saying that, he turned to the two servants behind him and said, "You two just stay here and do as I say."

The two servants immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, Steward Han."

Having given his instructions, Butler Han didn't linger. He turned and walked towards the inner courtyard, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuan quickly picked up his book box and hurried after him.

Today's moving work did not originally include a separate procedure for transporting books to the inner courtyard.

This extra step was specially arranged by Butler Han, who wanted to have a private talk with Zhu Yuan.

While directing the unloading at the dock, he noticed that this young porter was different from others. He was calm and his movements were powerful, unlike ordinary laborers.

He has definitely practiced martial arts, and he likely possesses innate talent for it.

If it were just based on this alone, Butler Han wouldn't have made such a special arrangement.

The key point is that he observed that Zhu Yuan not only did a good job himself while carrying the loads, but also took the initiative to help the other groups of porters, which sped up the overall efficiency. Moreover, he treated the leader, Huang Lin, with respect and courtesy, as if he were treating an elder.

These two factors combined made him want to talk to Zhu Yuan alone.

"What's your name?" Butler Han asked as he walked, his tone calm.

"Zhu Yuan." Zhu Yuan followed half a step behind him, holding the box, and answered clearly.

"You're different from ordinary porters." Butler Han's gaze swept over Zhu Yuan's steady gait and the way he carried the box, and he continued to ask, "Are you practicing martial arts?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan roughly understood that the reason why Butler Han had taken the initiative to contact him was probably because he wanted to know about his situation.

"I am currently practicing martial arts at the Dongyun Martial Arts Academy," Zhu Yuan answered truthfully, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

Upon hearing this, Butler Han nodded slightly, a look of "I knew it" on his face: "Hmm, Dongyun Martial Arts School is not bad."

"How long have you been practicing martial arts?"

"It's been fifty days," Zhu Yuan replied.

This answer further solidified Butler Han's conviction in his judgment.

A porter, without natural talent, could never persist in practicing martial arts while doing hard labor, let alone have such a stable lower body and strength that is clearly superior to that of ordinary people after only fifty days of practice.

"How is your innate talent?" Butler Han continued to ask, his tone now carrying a more formal tone.

"Below average physical constitution," Zhu Yuan said without hiding anything.

Upon hearing this, Butler Han quickly recalled the information he knew about martial artists.

With average to below-average physical constitution, as long as one is willing to work hard, barring any major accidents, becoming a martial artist in the future is a certainty.

Moreover, as far as he knew, about 30% of martial artists with average or below-average physical constitution were able to break through to the Dark Force stage.

Having been asked this question, Butler Han already had a plan in mind.

He suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked directly at Zhu Yuan beside him, a gentle yet slightly scrutinizing smile on his face.

"After you become a martial artist," he said slowly, his voice clear, "would you be interested in becoming a bodyguard in our Situ family?"

As he said this, he looked intently at Zhu Yuan, as if waiting for a serious answer.

"have."

Zhu Yuan met Butler Han's gaze and nodded earnestly.

For him, determining a possible future career path first is also a good option.

"very good."

Butler Han's smile widened, clearly satisfied with Zhu Yuan's straightforward answer.

He nodded, said nothing more, turned around and continued to lead the way, but his steps seemed lighter than before.

When we arrived at the inner courtyard.

Zhu Yuan, who was looking down, heard Butler Han call out.

"Second Miss".

Zhu Yuan was taken aback upon hearing this.

At that time, the second young lady of the Situ family gave him steamed buns to save him. This was the first kindness he received after coming into this world, and the kindness also saved his life.

He was destined to meet the second young lady of the Situ family.

When he agreed to come and help Huang Lin yesterday, a thought flashed through his mind: would he have the chance to see this kind-hearted second young lady again?

If fate allows.

Unexpectedly, it really was fate.

Fate is truly a wonderful thing.

Zhu Yuan now knows that the second young lady of the Situ family is named Situ Susu.

"Butler Han."

Situ Susu nodded, and when her gaze casually swept over Zhu Yuan, who was standing behind Butler Han with his head down, a strange sense of familiarity made her gaze linger on Zhu Yuan for a moment longer.

"what?"

"Second Miss, what's wrong?" Butler Han noticed the subtle change in her expression.

"Have we met somewhere before?" Situ Susu looked at Zhu Yuan and asked directly, her tone tinged with doubt.

According to custom, when the hostess asks a question, you can look up at this point.

Zhu Yuan looked up at Situ Susu.

She was wearing a light green jacket, her hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, and she was holding a scroll in her hand.

She wasn't the kind of woman who would immediately catch your eye with her stunning looks, but she was very clean—clean-looking, with clean skin. Even just standing there, she gave off a clean and tidy feeling, like a tender lotus root that had just been pulled out of the water.

This was Situ Susu's second impression on Zhu Yuan.

As for the first impression, all I could vaguely hear was a gentle voice.

When Zhu Yuan looked at Situ Susu, Situ Susu also looked closely at Zhu Yuan's face.

This was a completely unfamiliar face to her, but a strange sense of familiarity lingered in her mind, a very odd feeling.

It seems like you feel sorry for him?

"About three months ago, Miss Situ, you saved me when I was starving to death," Zhu Yuan said simply, his tone calm but filled with gratitude.

Upon hearing this, Situ Susu immediately recalled it. Her eyes widened slightly, and a look of realization and surprise appeared on her face.

"You're that little beggar!"

She was surprised at first, then her expression became somewhat subtle as she thought of the bun she had taken a bite out of and felt that it was inappropriate to give it away like that.

Looking back now, I think I should have given him a whole bun, since he had already taken a bite out of it...