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"Thank you, Brother Chen! Thank you, Brother Chen, for giving me a meal!"

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

In the sweltering summer heat, the sun has begun to show its power, and the air is filled with a scorching heat.

A new face appeared at the entrance of the huge logistics park that occupies half a hilltop in Jiangjia Village.

Jiang Wei, wearing a slightly ill-fitting gray security uniform and a peaked cap, stood at the entrance where there were no sun umbrellas.

The morning sunlight cast his shadow long and thin.

Sweat was streaming down his face, soaking his collar, and his back was completely drenched, sticking to his body uncomfortably.

Just then, a heavy refrigerated truck loaded with fresh vegetables roared in from a distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.

If it were the old "Jiang elite" who frequented high-end office buildings and looked down on the countryside for being dirty even with a speck of dust.

Let alone getting close, he had already covered his nose and disgustedly stayed a good distance away.

But now Jiang Wei stands upright, like a javelin that has weathered the storms of life.

He watched the roaring truck approach, but instead of dodging it, he quickly ran forward.

The moment the truck came to a complete stop, he suddenly brought his legs together, straightened his body, and shouted loudly at the driver in the cab who was smoking.

"Hello! Sir/Madam! Please show me your access pass!"

His voice, strained and tense, even cracked slightly, but it was still full of energy.

The truck driver was a rough man who drove long distances and had seen all kinds of security guards, some polite and some difficult.

He rolled down the car window, glanced at the young security guard who looked somewhat unfamiliar, flicked his cigarette ash on the ground, and impatiently picked up a notebook from the passenger seat and handed it out.

Jiang Wei was not angry at the other party's attitude. Instead, he bent down slightly, stretched out his hands, and respectfully accepted the oil-stained entry and exit registration book.

He opened the notebook and carefully checked the license plate numbers, cargo lists, and driver information page by page.

After confirming that everything was correct, he handed the notebook back to the driver with both hands.

Then, he took a step back, put his legs together again, and gave the driver a slightly awkward but absolutely standard military salute!

Thank you for your cooperation, and have a safe journey!

The truck driver was taken aback by his actions for a moment, then grinned and politely replied, "Thanks, brother."

Jiang Wei breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the refrigerated truck slowly drive into the park, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

During lunchtime.

Like the other security guards in the logistics park, he carried an aluminum lunchbox and lined up to get his meal.

The meal was simple: a large spoonful of stir-fried cabbage and meat, a steamed bun, and a spoonful of rice.

Jiang Wei didn't sit at the table in the cafeteria. Instead, he joined several old security guards, carrying their lunchboxes, and squatted by the flower bed.

He looked at the oily cabbage and the plump white rice in the lunchbox, and his eyes even reddened a little.

What did he eat while he was inside?

It's stale rice that can never be cooked properly, and a clear soup with only a few vegetable leaves.

He couldn't resist any longer, picked up his chopsticks, and began to wolf down the food.

The wind swept away the remaining clouds, even soaking the soup in the steamed buns, and finally licking the last grain of rice stuck to the side of the lunchbox clean with their tongues.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a word, but his satisfied expression made it seem as if he were eating the finest delicacies.

Not far away, in the monitoring room on the second floor of the logistics park.

Wang Dagou, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth and his legs crossed, was watching the figure wolfing down food by the flowerbed through a high-definition monitor screen.

One of the security guards next to him curled his lip and said in a low voice.

"Brother Gou, look at this kid, he's putting on quite a convincing act."

Wang Dagou didn't say anything, but switched between several surveillance feeds.

The video shows Jiang Wei at work in the morning.

He not only saluted every driver, but during a break, when he saw the workers in the loading and unloading area struggling to push hundreds of kilograms of goods uphill, he even took the initiative to run over and use all his strength to help push the cart.

The stevedore handed him a bottle of water, but he waved it off repeatedly, smiling憨厚ly.

Looking at Jiang Wei on the screen, whose skin was tanned dark and who was drenched in sweat but had a reassuring smile on his face, Wang Dagou couldn't help but shake his head, spit out the toothpick in his mouth, and muttered a sigh.

"Brother Chen's move is truly devastating, it's like killing someone by attacking their spirit..."

"A beating or a few days in jail are just physical pain. But like this, he's been taught from the bottom of his heart how much of a bastard he used to be, and how hard it is to earn this living. This kid... has been completely reformed by Brother Chen."

The days passed by.

For a whole month, whether under the scorching sun or in the midst of a raging storm, Jiang Wei did not take a single day off or utter a single complaint.

The gray security guard uniform, soaked with sweat and then dried, was stained with white salt.

His skin changed from fair to dark, and his hands developed thick calluses from helping people push carts and move things.

But his eyes grew brighter day by day.

Back in the village, he was considered an "elite young master," always looking down on everyone.

Now, when faced with the villagers who once mocked him and whom he even looked down upon, whether it was an uncle driving a tractor or an aunt riding a tricycle, as long as they passed by the entrance of the logistics park...

Jiang Wei would stand at a distance, bow respectfully, and loudly call out "Uncle" or "Aunt".

At first, the villagers were just watching with amusement.

But as time went on, seeing this young man who was always at his post like a nail, the mockery in everyone's eyes gradually turned into recognition.

In the evening, I returned to the dormitory where eight people shared a room.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat and foot odor, but Jiang Wei found it incredibly comforting.

He took off his cheap canvas shoes, which were blistered from standing for too long, and soaked his feet in hot water.

The tingling sensation made him groan with pleasure.

Jiang Wei lay on the creaking hard bed, looking out the small window at the myriad lights of Jiangjia Village, which shone like a starry river.

He touched his rough, calloused hands, and for the first time ever, a genuine, reassuring smile appeared on his lips.

"turn out to be……"

Jiang Wei murmured softly.

"Earning money through your own hard work and sweat, that's when you can sleep soundly at night."