The work was extremely arduous. If Lu Yuan hadn't eaten the golden fruit before, he probably wouldn't have been able to carry even a single bucket.
Xiwen and Zhou Tong did not show any particular signs of strain, easily carrying a 100-pound oil drum on their shoulders.
The people nearby looked on with surprise as they watched the three of them work.
"Brother, I didn't realize you were so strong!"
Lu Yuan grinned: "Having survived the apocalypse, you really can't get by without some strength!"
"Wow! Impressive! Really impressive! But you'd better save your energy! Otherwise, a lot of fuel will be delivered later, and you'll be in trouble if you can't catch your breath after that!"
Several porters nearby kindly offered their advice.
"It's okay! The sooner we finish, the sooner we can rest!"
"Come on! Help me put the oil drum on my shoulder!"
Lu Yuan, carrying a bucket of oil on one arm, said something to the workers who were distributing the oil downwards.
The worker above looked completely taken aback.
"Brother, come on! There's never enough work to go around! Even if you want to earn this extra money, you don't have to work this hard!"
"It's alright! While I still have the strength, let's put it up quickly!"
Helpless, the other party could only place another bucket of oil on Lu Yuan's shoulder.
Carrying two barrels of oil, Lu Yuan strode confidently and easily loaded them onto the vehicle.
After a while, Lu Yuan alone was doing the work of four or five other workers, and even the driver who was counting was amazed.
"Wow, he's so young! He's got such a great physique! If this were before the apocalypse, he would be even more amazing! I never would have guessed. He doesn't look like someone who's ever done manual labor, but he's incredibly strong!"
Soon, all the fuel in the truck was unloaded, and everyone finally had a chance to rest.
The fuel truck driver took out a notebook and recorded everyone's workload. He clicked his tongue in surprise when he saw the number after Lu Yuan's name.
"Brother, you're worth five or six people by yourself! Half of this truckload of money is yours!"
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "I just wanted to improve the family's life a bit! Come on! Have a cigarette!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to the people resting nearby.
Having not seen cigarettes for a long time, the crowd was puzzled when they saw Lu Yuan casually take out such precious cigarettes and share them with everyone.
The group sat around the car chatting.
"Hey bro, what did you do before? You don't look like the kind of guy who's done manual labor!"
"Yeah! These cigarettes could have been exchanged for a meal before we entered the Phase III underground fortress!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, brother, you're wasting your talents working here! With your strength, you could do in a sweatshop a month what we do in months!"
"Go away! Don't talk nonsense. Sweatshops are not places for humans! Going there will only leave you with a host of health problems! Only someone with a screw loose would go to a place like that!"
"..."
As everyone chattered, Lu Yuan became interested when he heard them mention sweatshops.
"Oh? Sweatshop? That name sounds like a factory that exploits workers' blood and sweat!"
A middle-aged man next to him grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.
"Young man, a sweatshop is a place that exploits workers' blood and sweat, no, it should be called a place that exploits workers' lives! That place is full of all kinds of radiation and toxic gases! If you go there, don't even think about living a good life after you come back! Just work here peacefully! Although the wages are lower, at least you can survive, right?"
Lu Yuan nodded: "Uncle is right! It's good that you're alive!"
Actually, Lu Yuan wanted to inquire more about the place, but after asking around, he realized that they had only heard rumors about sweatshops. As for where they were, what the environment was like, and what they did there, they knew nothing.
After a busy day, Lu Yuan felt a little tired. Zhou Tong and Xi Wen were not much better off, and they sat down in front of Lu Yuan, dragging their tired bodies.
"Give me a cigarette!"
Lu Yuan smiled and handed over the remaining half pack of cigarettes in his pocket.
The three men sat on an open space outside the factory, smoking and waiting for someone.
"By the way, how did you two do today? How much money did you make?"
As Zhou Tong spoke, he took out his identity token from his pocket.
"I earned over a hundred today! After deducting my basic salary of over thirty, the extra was all earned through hard work and perseverance!"
Xiwen, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, took out his identity card and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"And you?"
Zhou Tong looked at Lu Yuan again.
"Tell me about yourself first!" Lu Yuan wanted to keep Zhou Tong in suspense and see how he was doing today.
The other person grinned and then held up two fingers.
"After deducting my basic salary, I earned over two hundred more! Hehe!"
"Holy crap! Zhou, are you out of your mind? Why are you pushing yourself like this?"
Zhou Tong glanced at Lu Yuan and said, "I call that 'fighting'? Just look at Lu Yuan and you'll know what 'fighting' really means! I just heard about Lu Yuan in our group! This guy doesn't leave anyone any way out! He took on three truckloads all by himself!"
"What?"
Xiwen turned to look at Lu Yuan in shock: "Brother Lu, you didn't really unload three truckloads of fuel in one day, did you?"
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