Making a living in Dongguan, her fiery red lips offer me tenderness.

It was almost 4 p.m. when a girl of about 25 or 26 years old came to the store. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with slightly sallow skin, short hair, round eyes, and a somewhat wide forehead. Her chin was slightly upturned. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either.

When Ding Yang saw that someone had arrived, he came out.

The woman stared at Ding Yang, sized him up, and was stunned. He was practically a male version of the "Cement Beauty."

I suddenly blushed.

"Handsome, are you the owner here?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I want to buy cement. How much is it per ton?"

How many do you need? Will it be delivered to your door?

"3 tons! Delivered to your door."

"Where is it? It's over in Shatou, not far."

"I'll pay 400 per ton, and I'll deliver it to your door, including unloading. But if you want it carried upstairs, you'll have to pay extra."

"How much does it cost per bag to carry it upstairs?"

"One yuan extra per bag of cement per floor. Which floor are you on?"

"567, a total of three floors. My old house originally had four floors, and three more floors were added on top."

"Oh, give me 5 yuan a bag, and I'll carry it upstairs for you. I'll put one ton on each floor."

"OK!"

When do you need it?

"Is today okay?"

"OK!"

"Hey beautiful, did you get here on a motorcycle?"

"Yes!"

"Then I'll follow you on my motorcycle so I know where you are first."

"OK!"

Ding Yang didn't think much of it. He figured he had to do business when it came to him, and this beautiful woman wasn't even haggling over the price. It seemed like his luck had finally turned around.

The woman was riding a women's motorcycle, and Ding Yang was following behind her on his motorcycle, which he had just repaired that morning.

After walking about three or four kilometers, we came to the corner of an alley where two motorcycles stopped.

"Handsome, it's that building inside."

"Holy crap! There's a self-built house in the alley, under renovation, with a lot of scaffolding tied up outside."

"However, there is at least 50 meters between the road and the alley. The alley is so narrow that cars can't get in at all. We have to start unloading the cars outside and then move them over."

The two walked into the alley and arrived at the self-built house.

Ding Yang went upstairs to check, and then came back down.

Damn, that's strange. There are several bags of cement in the room. Why do they want to buy cement from me again? Oh, it's the cement delivery guy.

Even if they need to deliver cement again, it should be done by their old customers, so why would they ask me? And the price I'm asking for isn't cheap either.

I just opened my business, and they're already showing up at my door? What a coincidence! Something's fishy here. Could this be a business deal introduced by Old Li?

Damn it, never mind all that, let's do the business first.

When we got downstairs,

"Handsome, large trucks can't get in inside, so we can only unload the goods outside. How about I give you some more money?"

Ding Yang said, "No need to pay extra, I'll just carry it over for you."

"Miss, I'll go load the goods now, and I'll be back in an hour at most."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you here."

"Thanks!"

Ding Yang rode his motorcycle back, and the woman suddenly smiled. This woman was none other than Xiu Lian's best friend, Chen Jingyi.

Ding Yang returned to the tin shack, pushed the motorcycle inside, then opened his suitcase, found a worn-out piece of clothing, and locked the door.

They then climbed onto a small six-wheeled vehicle and drove to the cement wholesale department of the building materials market.

Then I bought three tons of Runfeng 32.5 cement.

Before long, they arrived at the alley entrance. Ding Yang didn't dump the cement on the ground; instead, he carried it directly from the truck, making it easier to lift onto his shoulder.

Ding Yang opened the car door, got out, and Chen Jingyi walked over.

"Wow, that's pretty fast, handsome!"

Ding Yang thought to himself, "I'm not a fast-track gunman; it takes at least half an hour."

"It wasn't fast, sorry to keep you waiting!"

As he spoke, Ding Yang took off his clothes, revealing a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, T-shaped figure with a muscular build and no excess fat, showing off his eight-pack abs.

Ding Yang changed into a worn-out T-shirt and prepared to start working.

"Handsome guy, are you alone?"

"Um!"

One bag, two bags.

Ding Yang carried two bags of cement at a time.

Damn it, the injury on my shoulder hasn't healed yet, and the cement bag pressing on my shoulder still hurts a bit.

Chen Jingyi was stunned. She had seen many people carrying cement, but she had never seen anyone carry two bags.

Carrying two bags of cement, I walked more than 50 meters through the alley, then went upstairs and carried them all the way to the 7th floor in one go.

I was already drenched in sweat and my legs were aching after just the first trip.

After carrying two bags of cement up to the 7th floor and back, my legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every step was difficult, my knees were stiff and weak, my thighs were sore and trembling, and my knees were shaking when I went downstairs. I was covered in cold sweat and sweat was streaming down my neck. I was panting and my chest felt tight.

"Handsome, why don't you carry one bag at a time? Two bags at once, that's 100 kilograms, how can you handle that?"

"fine!"

Ding Yang gritted his teeth and persevered. In nearly an hour, he had already made seven trips and carried all 14 bags.

Ding Yang was exhausted, drenched in sweat, his legs ached, and he was completely worn out.

I lit a cigarette and sat down on a rock to rest.

At this moment, Chen Jingyi brought over a bottle of water.

Ding Yang took the water,

"Thanks!"

"Handsome, what's your name?"

"My name is Ding Yang, you can call me Xiao Yang."

"oh!"

"How long have you been in Chang'an?"

"It'll only be a few days, not long."

"Why are you doing this at such a young age? It's too hard work. Why don't you go work in a factory?"

"Factory work is not free, the wages are too low, and I'm not used to it."

Do you have a girlfriend?

Ding Yang turned to look at Chen Jingyi.

"Hey beautiful, if I told you I don't have a girlfriend, are you going to introduce me to someone?"

"That's possible!"

"Thanks, but looking like this, even a dog wouldn't want me. What's the point of finding a girlfriend? Wouldn't that just be a disaster?"

Why talk about yourself like that? Earning money through your own labor is nothing to be ashamed of.

"I didn't say that earning money through labor is shameful, I just feel that now is not the right time to be in a relationship."

"Hehe, so what were you doing before?"

"I've only been in Dongguan for a few months. Before that, I worked in a factory in Fenggang as a QC (Quality Control) worker."

Have you ever been in a relationship?

Holy crap, this is getting weirder and weirder. What kind of landlord talks about these things with a laborer?

Ding Yang understood; this was probably a business deal that Xiulian had brought in, perhaps to test him.

Ding Yang wanted to laugh, but decided not to point it out.

"We haven't talked about it."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"Hey beautiful, I'm just a manual laborer, and you're asking me if I've ever been in a relationship? Isn't that a bit of a mood killer?"

Chen Jingyi was a little embarrassed.

"Hey handsome, it's already 6 o'clock. Why don't you go eat first, and then come back to work after you've eaten?"

"No need, I'm not hungry yet. I need to hurry up and finish my work."

"what……"

"Are you planning to finish it tonight?"

"Of course, there are 60 bags in total, and there are still more than 40 bags left. Don't worry, I will definitely finish them before 9 o'clock."

"Dude, 9 pm is really late, are you still working? Don't you ever get any sleep?"

"There's no need to sleep long while alive; you'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die. Why bother sleeping when you have nothing to do? Making money is the only way to go."