My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

"I learned it from doing farm work since I was little." Su Ming patted the dust off his hands.

The two continued walking. Yang Tian walked barefoot, but didn't seem uncomfortable at all, her high heels clicking on the ground.

After walking for a few more minutes, we finally arrived at the warehouse.

This is an old three-story factory building with mottled exterior walls and iron bars on the windows. The main door on the first floor is wide open, and the inside is filled with various cardboard boxes and shelves, where several workers in blue overalls are unloading goods.

"We've arrived at the warehouse." Yang Tian pointed to the first floor. "Your office is inside. Go in and find the clerk, Tian Jing. She'll help you with the paperwork."

She paused, then lowered her voice: "By the way, the warehouse team leader is named Wu Yumin. He's not easy to talk to. New employees have a three-month probation period, so try to keep a low profile and get along well with your colleagues. Even if you suffer some losses, just bear with it and get through the probation period first. Otherwise, you could be fired at any time if you make a small mistake."

Su Ming nodded earnestly: "I understand, thank you, Miss Yang."

"Just call me Yang Tian." Yang Tian smiled. "Alright, go in! Do a good job."

"Okay, take care!"

Su Ming watched her figure disappear into the distance before turning around and entering the warehouse.

The warehouse was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the smell of cardboard boxes and plastic. Various materials were piled up in the aisles between the shelves: electronic components, plastic casings, packaging boxes…

Su Ming found the office, where a sign hung on the door: Receiving Team.

Pushing open the door, you enter a small room with several desks. A young woman wearing glasses sits by the window, typing on a computer.

Behind her, several women of similar age were busy processing orders.

"Hello!" Su Ming walked over. "Excuse me, are you Tian Jing? I'm Su Ming, the new warehouse clerk."

The girl looked up, adjusted her glasses, and smiled. "Oh, you're the new guy? HR already put in a good word with you." She stood up, extended her hand, and said, "I'm Tian Jing, warehouse clerk."

Su Ming shook hands with her. Tian Jing looked to be in her early twenties, with a round face, fair skin, two dimples when she smiled, and a slightly plump figure, but she looked good with her plumpness.

"The team leader went out for a smoke, he'll be back in a bit. Please have a seat." Tian Jing poured him a glass of water.

Su Ming had only been sitting down for a few minutes when the door was pushed open.

A man in his thirties walked in. He was of medium height, slightly overweight, and wearing blue overalls with the collar open, revealing a white undershirt underneath. He had dark skin, a pockmarked face, and small eyes that scrutinized people.

"Team leader, this is the new warehouse clerk, Su Ming," Tian Jing stood up and introduced. "Su Ming, this is Team Leader Wu."

Wu Yumin looked Su Ming up and down, his gaze lingering on him for a few seconds, then nodded: "You're here?"

"Hello, Team Leader Wu." Su Ming stood up, his attitude respectful.

"Okay!" Wu Yumin responded, walked behind his desk, sat down, and crossed his legs. "Let's all get to know each other. We're having a group meeting later, so this is a good opportunity for everyone to meet you."

As they were talking, several people came in one after another—two men in their thirties, four young men in their twenties, some of whom were wearing the same blue work clothes as Wu Yumin, probably warehouse managers; and a few young girls in casual clothes, probably clerks responsible for receiving goods or printing orders.

Everyone was present. Wu Yumin tapped the table: "Let's have a short meeting. First, let's discuss this week's delivery plan..."

He went on and on, and Su Ming only half understood what he was saying, but he tried his best to remember every key point.

As the meeting was drawing to a close, Wu Yumin suddenly changed the subject, looking at Su Ming: "Um... new guy, your name is Su Ming, right?"

"Yes, team leader, my name is Su Ming!"

How much do you know about the job of a warehouse clerk?

Su Ming honestly replied, "I don't know much about it yet. Please give me some guidance, team leader."

Wu Yumin's lips curled into a half-smile as he picked up a stack of blank labels from the table and handed them over: "It's okay if you don't understand. Let's start with the basics. Write on these labels now. The first one is a template; just copy it."

The labels are the self-adhesive material labels, which need to be filled with information such as material number, name, specifications, quantity, and date. A stack usually contains about thirty or forty labels.

Su Ming took the pen from the table and began to fill it out.

He wrote very carefully. Back in his hometown, his grandfather taught him calligraphy, saying, "Your handwriting reflects your character; every stroke must be neat and upright." Although he was using a ballpoint pen, he still wrote neatly and powerfully.

One, two, three...

In less than ten minutes, the entire stack of labels was filled out.

Tian Jing, who was organizing documents, glanced at the scene and suddenly exclaimed "Huh?"

She picked up a label, looked at it, then at Su Ming, her eyes widening in surprise: "Wow, new colleague, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

Her shout drew a crowd of girls from the office.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

"Wow, the handwriting is so beautiful!"

"Even neater than a printed copy!"

"Look at this stroke; it has the beginning, development, transition, and conclusion all perfectly..."

Several girls chattered excitedly, passing the labels around and praising them.

Two male warehouse workers also came over to take a look. One nodded, "It's really well written." The other chimed in, "Much better than our team leader's writing."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Wu Yumin's expression darkened slightly.

He also had beautiful handwriting, considering it the best in the warehouse. He usually appreciated compliments on his handwriting. But now, a new guy, who'd only written a few words, was being praised like this by these women?

Isn't this stealing his thunder?

This made him very unhappy.

Wu Yumin spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, but it silenced the office: "What's the use of having beautiful handwriting?"

He stood up, walked up to Su Ming, and looked down at him: "What the warehouse needs is practical skills. To put it bluntly, a warehouse clerk does odd jobs, so you need to be physically strong."

He paused, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips: "Kid, can you handle hardship?"

Su Ming nodded: "Team leader, I can endure hardship."

"Talk is cheap; you have to take action." Wu Yumin crossed his arms. "Anyone can brag. You say you can endure hardship, so how about this!"

A sinister smile flickered across his lips as he pointed to the floor and said, "Get down and do a hundred push-ups first."

These words caused an uproar in the office.

"One hundred?"

"My God, who could do that?"

"Isn't the team leader making things difficult for them?"

"Exactly, he looks like a complete novice, how could he possibly make a hundred..."

Tian Jing couldn't help but speak up: "Team leader, isn't this a bit inappropriate? He just arrived..."

"What's wrong with it?" Wu Yumin interrupted her. "A warehouse keeper has to move and unload goods. How can he do it without physical strength? I'm testing his physical fitness. It'll be good for him."

He turned to Su Ming, his eyes filled with provocation: "What, you're afraid? Or can't you do it?"

All eyes were on Su Ming.

Some felt sympathy, some were curious, some gloated, and some were waiting to see the show.

Su Ming's face remained expressionless.

He stood up, walked to the open space in the middle of the office, and then fell straight forward!

"Ah!" the girls exclaimed in surprise.

Su Ming's body traced a straight line through the air, and his palms slammed onto the ground with a "thud," firmly supporting him. The entire movement was crisp and clean, as if he had practiced it hundreds of times.

It's the standard "forward lean" posture used in the military. He learned it from a retired cousin in the village.

"Wow!" someone exclaimed. "Is he a soldier?"

"That move was so cool!"

"You can tell they've practiced!"

Wu Yumin's expression darkened further. He had intended to put Su Ming down, but instead, he had only made the kid look good. How could he not be angry?

He scoffed, "What good is a good posture if you can't keep it up? Let's finish a hundred first!"

Su Ming didn't say anything and started doing push-ups.

One, two, three...

He didn't move fast, but his rhythm was steady. With each downward thrust, his chest almost touched the ground; with each upward push, his arms were fully extended. His movements were textbook perfect.

Everyone in the office gathered around to look.

"Ten now...twenty now..."

Some people started counting quietly.

Thirty, forty, fifty...

Su Ming's breathing remained steady, with only a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Sixty, seventy, eighty...

Ninety, one hundred!

"One hundred!" Tian Jing exclaimed in surprise.

Su Ming did not stop.

One hundred and one, one hundred and two...

He continued.

The crowd's expressions changed from surprise to shock, and one by one they began to count.

One hundred and fifty...

One hundred and eighty...

Two hundred!

Su Ming finally stopped, pushed himself up from the ground with both hands, and stood up. He patted the dust off his hands, his face was not red, he was not out of breath, and there was no sweat on his forehead.

The office was completely silent.

Everyone looked at him like he was a monster.

"My God..." a girl murmured, "He made two hundred?"

"And her face didn't even turn red..."

"That's amazing. I doubt anyone in the warehouse can beat him."

The handymen stared wide-eyed.

Warehouse clerk Tian Jing looked at Su Ming with admiration and couldn't help but praise, "Wow, you're amazing!"

As she spoke, she suddenly took a step forward and lifted Su Ming's clothes.

"Feed...what are you doing..." Su Ming was startled and instinctively blocked.

"What are you afraid of? Let me see if you have eight-pack abs." Tian Jing smiled and pushed his hand away, slightly lifting his shirt.

"Wow, he really has eight-pack abs!"

"Wow, there really is one."

Another round of heated discussion ensued at the scene.

Su Ming awkwardly put the clothes down, his cheeks burning. He glanced at Tian Jing somewhat embarrassedly, thinking to himself that this girl looked so refined, yet she dared to make a move on him so directly—you can't judge a book by its cover!