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Can't lift it!
Once again, he exerted himself, come on, hey!
He was using all his strength, his face turning red.
Suddenly, a wave of heat surged from his lower back.
Puff!
His expression changed instantly, and Muran stood up.
"Lao Liu, what's wrong with you?" Seeing him acting strangely, a colleague came over to ask.
"Nothing, nothing. I'm just going to the restroom. Could you help me move this item?" He waved his hand while facing his colleague and then hurriedly left, covering his backside.
Uh...
Watching Lao Liu's behavior, the colleague was at a loss for words and couldn't help but mutter.
"A lazy donkey takes too long to relieve itself." After saying that, he prepared to go move the items.
"Hey, this thing is a bit heavy; you'd better call two people for help, haha." Lao Liu suddenly turned back, leaning against the doorframe with a squinting smile.
The colleague felt a cold sweat running down his back, thinking Lao Liu was acting really strange.
"He didn't hear me, right? Whatever."
He looked at the cloth bag on the ground, shook his head, and sighed.
"How heavy can this bag be? It's just laziness; these young people nowadays."
With a sigh, he grabbed the cloth bag and prepared to lift it.
"Hey?!"
He exerted some effort but couldn't lift it. Not believing in defeat, he used both hands to pull it up. After a while, he still couldn't move it at all.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stared in astonishment at the cloth bag on the ground.
"This is unbelievable; how can it be this heavy?! It can't be filled with iron lumps, right? Even iron lumps aren't this heavy."
"I still don't believe I can't handle you."
Thinking this, he picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Lao Zhang Old Wang, there's something too heavy over here in the warehouse; can you help me out?"
Crackle!
A response came from the walkie-talkie: "What’s so heavy that it needs several people to move?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry over; Dog-headed will start rushing us soon."
"Alright, alright, I'm on my way."
Before long, two burly middle-aged men walked in with cigarettes in their mouths.
"What's the deal with moving this stuff? Why do we have to come over?" said the man with a square face as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Why are you smoking again? If Dog-headed sees you, he'll dock your pay."
"Hey! Who cares? I've got a craving for a smoke; am I not allowed to have a couple of puffs? Enough chit-chat, what are we moving? I haven't finished my show yet."
Not wanting to waste time arguing, I pointed to the bag over there. "That one, right there."
Square Face rubbed his hands together and strode over, reaching out to grab it.
"I should warn you, that thing is really heavy."
"Pfft, how heavy can it be? Two or three hundred pounds at most," Square Face scoffed, cigarette dangling from his mouth as he pulled on the bag with all his might.
Huh?!
Using both hands, he strained!
Huh?!
"Damn! Why is it so heavy? It won't budge!" Square Face stood up, astonished.
"I'll give it a try."
Another man rubbed his hands together and stepped forward. After trying himself, he realized this thing was indeed very heavy. He exerted all his strength but could only shift it slightly.
"You two on either side, and I'll be in the middle. On three, we pull together," Square Face instructed.
The group positioned themselves and got ready to lift.
"One, two, three!"
The three of them exerted all their strength, as if they were using every bit of energy they had.
However, the cloth bag only lifted a couple of centimeters off the ground before it fell back down with a thud. If it weren't for the sturdy steel plate inside, it would have surely crumpled.
"What are you doing?"
As they strained with their backs arched, a clear voice interrupted them.
Thud!
The loud noise startled the Flight Attendant who had just entered.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Square Face said, "It's just that this thing is too heavy; we were trying to lift it together."
The Flight Attendant glanced over and realized, "You don't need to lift that. Sister Chen said that the guests should take care of it themselves."
"Take it themselves? Do they have a small crane? By the way, how did this thing even get in here?"
Confused, they looked at each other while the Flight Attendant shrugged, indicating that she didn't know either.
Tap!~
Tap!~
Tap!~
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a young man dressed in a thin leather jacket walked in and glanced at them.
"I'm sorry, I'm here to get my things."
He naturally knew where they were since he had placed them there. He moved a few people aside and reached for the cloth bag.
This scene was met with disdain from the onlookers. They thought to themselves that even with all their strength, they could only lift it slightly off the ground. How could this skinny guy possibly pick it up with one hand? It was ridiculous.
Then, to their astonishment, the cloth bag that had troubled them for half a day was actually lifted with one hand.
One hand... lifted...
"Oh wow!"
"That's incredible!"
Several people exclaimed simultaneously, unable to believe their eyes.
Square Face even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
Watching as the other person tied the bag behind his back, it looked as easy as carrying a rolled-up blanket, leaving them in awe.
"I have to ask, don't you think this thing is heavy?" Square Face couldn't help but inquire.
Ye Mingshang secured the rope and tested it before glancing at him. "Not really, I think it's fine and quite handy. Please step aside; I need to go out."
As Ye Mingshang walked to the door with the ink gun on his back, Square Face couldn't help but call out to him.
"Excuse me, can I ask how much this thing weighs?"
"How much?" Ye Mingshang scratched his head. "Probably over a thousand pounds, but I'm not exactly sure."
Wow!
Over a thousand pounds?!
Something like this weighs over a thousand pounds?
No wonder we couldn't move it.
"Well, you all carry on, I'm leaving first," Ye Mingshang said as he greeted them and walked away.
"Oh... okay, take care."
The few of them exchanged glances, each seeing astonishment in the other's eyes.
"I mean, does that thing really weigh over a thousand pounds?" one person couldn't help but ask.
"Probably, since none of us could lift it, it must be heavy."
"How could he just take it away? It looked like he didn't struggle at all."
Square Face walked to the door, glanced at the figure that had already walked far away, and sighed softly, "A master, among the common people!"
"By the way, what was that thing? It's so heavy?"
"Wait a moment, let me check."
The first person opened the list and finally stopped at one entry.
"I don't know; it says 'antique' on top."
"Wow! What kind of antique is that? It can't be the Ruyi Jingu Bang, right? It's so heavy!"
"Speaking of which, it really does look quite similar."
The Flight Attendant saw them chatting nonsensically and, not wanting to deal with them, just greeted them and walked away.
Over a thousand pounds? That's ridiculous. A bunch of grown men making jokes like this is really childish.
Regardless of what the Flight Attendant was thinking, they continued their discussion.
"Do you think that young man just now could be Sun Wukong?"
"I don't know, maybe he could also be the Six-Eared Macaque."
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(To be continued.)
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