My Terrible Life in Those Years

In just a few rounds, I forcefully changed the mindset of those migrant workers.

During the brief respite, the migrant worker even brought me a bottle of water.

"This kid is really good; he's a great worker!"

I patted him on the shoulder: "Is that even a question? Look at that, a steely shoulder!"

He stood up again, put his hands on his hips, and exclaimed, "Look at that bronze waist!"

The migrant workers burst into laughter.

The migrant worker who recognized me chuckled, "He's young now, and doesn't have a wife yet. Once he did, would he still be able to say that?"

The migrant workers burst into laughter again!

It's like they think that having a wife has ruined my back!

Fallacious theories!

Then, a round-faced uncle wiped his hands on his clothes, took out a pack of local cigarettes that cost three yuan each from his pocket, and handed it to me.

I was delighted; I knew this was a sign of recognition and acceptance.

I used to smoke when I hung out with Lao Liu, but I don't have that habit.

I took one out, lit it, took a nice puff, and then immediately started coughing.

Holy crap, this smoke is fucking strong!

The migrant workers burst into laughter again. I chuckled along with them.

I looked around. These migrant workers, who had just finished heavy physical labor, were drinking water, smoking, and then bragging and making fun of me, this fake pretty boy.

This is their fun.

To outsiders, shouldn't the workers doing this kind of manual labor look gloomy and exhausted all day long?

However, that's not the case.

After a long day of work, a boast, a joke, or even just a cigarette can make them feel satisfied and relieve a lot of their fatigue.

They didn't have that many ideas, let alone that many ambitions.

All I want is to work hard, earn money, and support my family.

The brothers in the middle are already quite content just being able to brag a little, chat idly, smoke a cigarette, and drink a little wine together.

This isn't my first day working on a construction site.

I understand them, so it's easy for me to get along with them.

"Young man, you work for a big company, what brings you to this kind of job?"

The person who knew me, Zhao San, suddenly asked me.

This time I've learned from experience. For me, this kind of cigarette should be smoked slowly, not in big puffs.

I exhaled a smoke ring: "Hey, if I told you all this, you'd be scared to death!"

Zhao San spat directly.

"Kid, stop talking nonsense. We're not new to big cities; what haven't we seen?"

"Hey, Uncle, don't think I'm bragging when I tell you this!" I'm good at chatting with them.

"Speak, speak, speak quickly!"

"Have you ever ridden in a car that costs over a million?" I asked, looking at their expectant expressions. I started my performance with a question, which easily grabbed their attention.

"No, no, I've only seen it. That car is not something we can ride in. We couldn't afford to pay for it if it got damaged!"

"So, do you know what I did in that car a few days ago, not only because I rode in it?"

I'm being mysterious!

Everyone was intrigued and urged me to tell them quickly.

If I were a storyteller, I would definitely ask for a reward right at this moment. Alas, I am not.

"Do you know who else is in the car?" I continued, setting the trap.

They were shocked: "There's someone else in the car? Who?"

"A woman!" I kept them in suspense, and before they could even start to strangle me, I gave them my answer.

Good heavens, seven or eight heads covered in dust immediately squeezed in.

Their eyes were gleaming green, like vicious wolves!

"and then?"

I slapped my thigh and exclaimed, "Guess what this woman looks like?"

The migrant workers looked at each other, but how could they know what it looked like?

"You guys have seen that Kung Fu Emperor movie, right? The Thirteenth Aunt? She's about as pretty as her!"

"Really? And then what? Hurry up and tell me!"

Everyone was really anxious!

This kid is really good at using words as bait!

"I was quite drunk at the time. So I pretended to be drunk, and then, in the car, I cuddled her and fell asleep!"

Zhao San was stunned. The ash in his hand was longer than the cigarette holder, and he forgot to shake it off.

The others were stunned, their mouths watering.

"Really, really asleep? Jiangwa, you're not lying to us, are you?"

How could this be a lie? It really was true that he cuddled with Aunt Shu and slept in the car.

I smiled and shook my head.

"Damn, kid, how old is that woman? Is she nice-looking?"

I thought about it carefully: "She looked to be in her early twenties or thirties, and her figure was even better than Aunt Thirteen's!"

Zhao San leaned closer and asked, "So, how did you sleep with her? The car was so cramped, there wasn't enough room, was there?"

I smiled mysteriously and said no more.

They were stunned for a moment before they realized, "What does this have to do with you coming here to carry steel pipes?"

Only then did everyone remember where the problem came from.

"Yeah, yeah, what's the big deal?"

"Hey, you guys don't know who this woman is!"

"What is your identity?"

I added mysteriously, "It's from our company..." and then pointed to the sky.

The migrant workers' voices rose in a buzz.

"Nonsense! You're kidding me! You'd dare sleep with your boss??"

"Why the boss? Can't it be the boss's wife?"

Good grief, they started arguing among themselves.

"Hey, Jiang, is she the female boss or the boss's wife?"

"Who cares if she's the female boss or the boss's wife? So why is she making you do all the hard labor?"

"Yes, yes, why? Because you told others about it?"

"Is it because you weren't putting in enough effort in the car? She wasn't satisfied?? Where's your steel waist?? Didn't you use it??"

These guys, upon hearing about luxury cars and beautiful women, all perked up with youthful energy!

I laughed loudly, but kept shaking my head and said nothing more. I couldn't say it, it was unspeakable.

The point is to make them half-believing, half-doubting, so they'll have something to talk about!

I leisurely took a sip of water and stubbed out my nearly finished cigarette on the ground.

I had just worked up a sweat and chatted with them for a while, and I was completely relaxed.

I deliberately revealed a little bit about Aunt Shu's affairs.

After I finished speaking, I felt a little regretful.

It was only then that I realized that I actually had expectations of her, hoping that she would trust me as before and stand up for me, even if it was just a kind gesture.

After everyone rested, we got back to work. Thanks to my help, the scaffolding was erected much faster.

I quickly put on my helmet, draped a shoulder cloth over my shoulders, and prepared to continue carrying the steel pipe.

Then, a bright light flashed before my eyes.

Following the light, I saw a familiar face, holding that professional camera and taking pictures everywhere!

The photo was taken by Miss Panpan at the hospital last time.

Holy crap, what a coincidence!