Chapter 79: Little Ancestor (Extra for Alliance Leader Jue Ying Xuan Tian) (Fourth Update)

Su Ming pondered for a few seconds, then stepped forward and picked up a rusty bolt weighing over twenty pounds.

“Oh my god, Young Master! What are you doing?!”

The employees who were sorting and transporting trash were all dumbfounded, rushing forward in a panic to ask.

Some were worried that Su Ming might drop it and hurt his foot, so they quickly got ready to take it from him.

“Working.”

Su Ming explained calmly.

“You mustn’t! How can you do this kind of work?!”

“That’s right! What if you get hurt?!”

“Exactly!”

The employees on site were all extremely terrified.

The surrounding employees who were working also stopped and gathered around to persuade him.

Su Ming’s head started to ache from listening to them.

Before long, Hu Jia also rushed over, and when he saw Su Ming holding the bolt, he was nearly scared out of his wits.

“Oh my, Young Master! Why are you carrying things?!”

“None of your business.”

Su Ming replied helplessly.

“Oh, my little ancestor, you mustn’t! What are you guys doing, letting the Young Master do manual labor?!”

Hu Jia was almost in tears.

The employees on site were like 啞巴吃黃連 (a mute eating bitter herbs)—they had suffering but couldn’t express it.

On the other side, Su Yuan accompanied a middle-aged man in a suit downstairs from the second floor, with Zheng San and others following closely behind him.

Su Yuan said with a smile on his face:

“Mr. Chen, don’t worry, the quality of our goods is very good, and we will definitely not mix in other things.”

“Mr. Su, we have heard about your company’s reputation, otherwise we wouldn’t have come all this way.”

Mr. Chen replied very politely.

Su Yuan was about to discuss further with Mr. Chen when he suddenly heard a commotion from the sorting area, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

He was entertaining a client here, but there was a commotion behind him. What kind of situation was this?

So Su Yuan coughed and said apologetically:

“Mr. Chen, I’m really sorry, something came up at the company, I’ll go handle it and be back soon.”

“No problem, please go ahead and busy yourself.”

Mr. Chen replied with a smile.

“Zhang Lan, please take Mr. Chen to tour our company first.”

“Alright!”

At this moment, a woman with long black hair, a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth, and dressed in professional attire immediately responded.

After Secretary Zhang Lan led Mr. Chen away, Su Yuan angrily turned to Zheng San and said:

“Zheng San, what’s going on over there? It’s so noisy.”

“I don’t know.”

Zheng San’s face also darkened, and he secretly cursed the supervisor of the sorting area in his heart. Wasn’t this just pure trouble-making?

“Let’s go, let’s go see!”

Su Yuan walked towards the back door, filled with anger.

“Okay.”

Zheng San quickly followed him.

Soon, Su Yuan and Zheng San arrived at the sorting area, and they immediately saw Su Ming moving things.

Su Yuan was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, rushing towards Su Ming in a hurry.

“Son! What are you doing?!”

“Helping with work.”

Su Ming said to Su Yuan helplessly. He just wanted to move things and do some manual labor, so he could get more effective exercise and it wouldn’t be too boring.

“No, son! You go to the office and enjoy the air conditioning! Look at the reports, if not, playing games is fine too.”

Su Yuan said with a pained heart.

“No, Father, please move aside, don’t stop me!”

Su Ming’s patience also reached its limit, so he said very seriously.

Seeing that Su Ming was a little angry, Su Yuan didn’t dare to forcefully stop him and could only step aside.

Su Ming carried the bolt and walked towards the nearby small manual transport cart, working in a practiced manner.

Su Yuan looked at his son who was working, his heart in a turmoil.

He had a very bad premonition: his son suddenly came to the junkyard with him, and even uncharacteristically started working. Nine times out of ten, he had been stimulated by something again.

At this moment, Hu Jia asked nervously:

“Master, what should we do now?”

Su Yuan also said irritably to Hu Jia and the others:

“What else can we do? You watch him closely for me. If anything happens to my son, I’ll hold you accountable!”

“Yes, yes.”

Hu Jia wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and quickly replied.

“Also, those who should be working, go work. What are you doing standing around here?”

Su Yuan shouted at the bewildered employees nearby.

The employees on site quickly started working, fearing being implicated.

“Boss, Mr. Chen is still waiting over there.”

Zheng San said cautiously.

“Sigh!”

Su Yuan sighed and turned to leave helplessly.

At noon.

Su Ming was covered in sweat from moving things, and his clothes were drenched.

Supervisor Hu Jia followed beside him, holding iced mineral water and soda, waiting. When he saw Su Ming stop, he immediately asked eagerly:

“Young Master, would you like some water?”

Su Ming didn’t refuse, casually picked up the mineral water, and gulped it down. After all, he was here to exercise, not to torture himself.

At this moment, a ringing sound echoed through the junkyard, and everyone working stopped.

Su Ming turned to Hu Jia and asked:

“This bell is for?”

“It’s noon, time for a break and lunch.”

Hu Jia quickly explained with a smile.

“Where do they eat then?”

“There’s a dedicated canteen to the right of the main building, which can accommodate ten thousand people for meals. Of course, Young Master, you don’t have to eat there. You can go back to the office and enjoy the air conditioning, and I’ll have someone bring your meal over.”

“No, I’ll go to the canteen too. It’s livelier to eat with everyone.”

Su Ming rejected Hu Jia’s suggestion and, without waiting for his reaction, followed the crowd towards the canteen.

Hu Jia, with a bitter expression, quickly followed him.

Soon after, Su Ming arrived at the first floor of the canteen, which was extremely lively.

The front part was where food was served, and the back was entirely filled with the simplest long tables and chairs. Moreover, each table and chair was very close together; basically, once you sat down, your back would touch the person sitting behind you.

At this time, almost all the tables and chairs were full, and a glance revealed a dense crowd of people.

“Young Master, over here!”

Hu Jia led Su Ming towards a vacant dining table.

This section of tables was usually reserved for supervisors like Hu Jia, and the surrounding employees would consciously avoid it.

After Su Ming took his seat, a stout man in a white chef’s uniform walked over, carrying steaming hot dishes.

He placed the dishes in front of Su Ming and said fawningly to him:

“Young Master, please try our cooking. If it’s not to your taste, please let us know anytime.”

“Okay.”

Su Ming glanced at the dishes in front of him: a plate of small green vegetables, braised pork cubes, mashed potatoes…

“Then please enjoy your meal.”

The fat chef left with a smile.

Su Ming picked up his chopsticks, ready to eat, when several employees walked past the aisle carrying their work meals.

He glanced at the work meal on their trays; there were only two items.

A lump of yellowish-brown mush, very much like a paste made from refined synthetic material, and a bowl of yellow broth with a little seasoning added.

Su Ming then put down the chopsticks he had picked up, stood up, and looked around the canteen.

He found that everyone was eating the same thing.