Facing Song Qing's curious gaze, Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

"Any questions?"

What problems can she have, Song Qing immediately waved his hand when he heard it, "No, the big guy just thinks you are a good critic." ”

The corners of Zhao Cheng's mouth twitched, "It's okay." ”

Song Qing stood next to the coffee table and couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the breakfast on the coffee table.

"You're quite down-to-earth, but it's too powerful that you can move a cart of wood in more than an hour."

Zhao Cheng glanced at her after hearing this, and said in a deep voice, "No, it only took twenty minutes." "That's counting the time it takes to tie the timber with rope after loading, otherwise ten minutes is enough.

The time used to be is different now, and now the time is twenty-four hours a day, one hour and sixty minutes, and one minute and sixty seconds.

It was much easier to calculate the time than he had at the time.

Thinking of this, the picture of this morning comes to mind.

The man in his fifties stood in front of the timber truck, looked at the hill-like pile of timber in front of him, and held his mobile phone.

"What, you said the workers weren't coming today, what the hell."

"Didn't I say yesterday that this pile of wood should be loaded as soon as possible, I was in a hurry, but now it's good, I'm really angry."

"Now where am I going to find a temporary worker and do business, you guys are really unkind. I don't know if I'm going to use this batch of wood urgently, but now that I'm here, none of you came, didn't you say it was okay yesterday. ”

Zhao Cheng was originally passing by, but after listening to the man's words, he tilted his head and glanced at the wood piled on the ground and strode towards the middle-aged man.

After the middle-aged man hung up the phone, he raised his eyes and saw Zhao Cheng walking towards him.

The man is tall and long-legged, with a noble and natural appearance, there is no expression on his cold face, and the sharp eyes falling on him make him feel a chill down his spine and a myocardial infarction.

Zhao Cheng walked up to him and then stopped.

"I just heard that you're in a hurry to find someone to move this batch of wood, can I try it?"

The cold voice remembered faintly, not like looking for a job, but like the boss came to inspect.

"Yes, you can." The middle-aged man nodded subconsciously after hearing this.

Zhao Cheng glanced at him and walked over to the pile of wood.

Looking at the wood piled on the ground one by one, most people are afraid that it takes two people to carry one.

Zhao Cheng stood in front of and behind the timber and directly stretched out a hand to clasp a piece of wood, and then in the stunned middle-aged man, Zhao Cheng easily raised one hand and threw it directly into the big truck.

Seeing such a scene, the wood boss's eyes almost didn't fall out.

It was not cotton, but one or two hundred catties, two or three hundred catties of wood, and it was so easy to raise it with one hand.

So repeatedly, a pile of wood was quickly loaded into the car by Zhao Cheng, until the last piece of wood was loaded into the car, and the middle-aged man's jaw had not been closed......

Thinking of this, Zhao Cheng raised his head and glanced at Song Qing and said lightly.

"At first, I was just passing by, but I thought you hadn't eaten yet, so I just moved the cart of wood to buy food for you."

Song Qing felt a little flattered.

After seeing that Zhao Cheng had already sat down, he also sat down opposite him, "Then I'm welcome." ”

This is a big guy moving bricks...... No, it was bought back with the money earned from moving wood, so that's not the point.

The point is that Song Qing suddenly felt that this seemingly simple breakfast had become something she couldn't afford.

Zhao Cheng couldn't help frowning when he saw that she was still stupid, "Why don't you eat it." ”