Looking at the equipment of these large vehicles in front of him, Lin Ming was ashamed.
He himself did not expect that the other party would be so capable and transport so much equipment. Just relying on these few people in the company to transport the equipment for these few trucks would probably have to be carried until tomorrow morning.
"good."
Xu Weilong nodded and waved to the brothers behind him, leaving one person to watch the car while the others followed.
Lin Ming also stepped forward to help and started the moving project.
In this case, everyone's physical fitness was reflected. Zhou Xiong and others were exhausted and panting after just carrying it once.
The difference is really not that big at all.
"Old Lin, you have good physical fitness."
Xu Weilong was carrying a box on his shoulders and followed Lin Ming, his face not red and out of breath.
He was still talking eloquently at this time, as if he still had extra energy.
This box of equipment weighs at least one hundred and fifty kilograms.
There are indeed not many people who can do what he does.
"It's okay."
Lin Ming walked in front and smiled faintly.
Lin Ming is still very confident about his physical fitness. After all, he now has a super-god-of-war physique.
It can be said that in today's world, it is difficult for anyone to compare.
"How about we give it a try?"
Xu Weilong looked at Lin Ming, the provocation in his eyes was extremely strong.
"Try?"
When Lin Ming heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a strange smile appeared.
"Three two one, start!"
I don't know who shouted, and the speed of the two people increased, and finally they both started running.
More than 150 kilograms of equipment were placed on these two people, as if it weighed nothing.
Zhou Xiong and others from behind looked at the boss, whose mouth was open in shock, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
"You're really not human, you're so perverted."
Zhou Xiong looked at the two figures who quickly disappeared in front of him, with a mixture of envy and helplessness on his face.
If he could have this kind of physical strength, the mother-in-law at home wouldn't be able to become friends with every cucumber proprietress in the market.
"If we find an opportunity, we must learn from Mr. Lin."
Zhou Xiong was heartbroken and regarded this transportation work as exercise, and he was very motivated.
"You guys, please work harder, and we'll start running too."
Zhou Xiong looked at the several employees around him and shouted with high spirits.
"ah?"
"Mr. Zhou, please don't do it."
"These things are very dangerous. If they go off fire, we will all be killed."
Several people shook their heads and refused, with expressions on their faces that were uglier than eating shit.
Zhou Xiong was suddenly stimulated by something. He was like a bitch in heat. It was really hard to understand.
Can Mr. Lin and those soldiers be compared to them?
It can't be compared at all.
"Did you hear what I said? When you do some physical work, you look like you are dying. Do you have to complain like this when you go home and fuck your mother-in-law?"
Zhou Xiong looked at the sad faces of several people, and immediately straightened his face and scolded them sternly.
As several people listened, they felt the urge to kill in their hearts.
Damn it, don't take us with you if you are stimulated.
Zhou Xiong is the top boss of the company. Now that Zhou Xiong is angry, several people dare not disobey, so they can only grit their teeth, hold back their strength, and then speed up their pace.
The few people had just walked halfway when they met Lin Ming and Xu Weilong who had returned.
"Lin, Mr. Lin."
Zhou Xiong was walking at the front. When he saw Lin Ming approaching, he stopped and shouted breathlessly.
Lin Ming looked at the other person, smiled slightly and said: "It seems that your body is a little weak. Go back and make up for it."
"Mr. Lin is joking."
Zhou Xiong smiled awkwardly and was very arrogant in front of the employees. In front of Lin Ming, he really nodded and bowed like a grandson.
"If you are tired, take a break and carry the boxes to the side office of the company."
Lin Ming said a word and then walked away.
Xu Weilong followed behind, and the two of them came quickly and came to the truck containing the equipment again.
"Two boxes this time?"
Lin Ming looked at the other party, smiling with a slightly raised brow, and the provocative meaning in his eyes was equally heavy.
This guy is just a little warrior king, and he dares to challenge himself.
I have to give him some color.
"Okay, no problem."
Xu Weilong smiled softly, and the expression on his face did not change much.
But my heart felt cold.
He knew that he would probably fall here this time.
Two boxes weigh 300 kilograms.
In the army, two soldiers would carry a box like this together.
Now they have to carry two boxes like this alone, and the pressure is completely different.
"Okay, let's take action. Don't waste time. Finish the move as soon as possible."
Lin Ming smiled when he saw the other party's decisive agreement, stretched out his right hand, grabbed a box and put it on his left shoulder. Then he freed his right hand and grabbed the second box again.
With a burst of force from his right hand, the box weighing more than 100 kilograms was buckled up with one hand.
Then put it on the other shoulder.
In this way, Lin Ming had one box on his left and one on his right, carrying a total of three hundred kilograms of weight.
"I'll leave first."
Lin Ming looked at Xu Weilong's confused expression, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and started trotting again.
Carrying more than three hundred kilograms on my body is as if it weighs nothing.
A soldier who was left to guard the place looked at Lin Ming, who was carrying two boxes on his left and right sides and trotting away, with his mouth hanging open.
Such a person, even if placed in their army, is definitely an extremely rare type.
It is impossible for ordinary soldiers to carry more than 300 kilograms and trot all the way.
"What are you still looking at? Give me some help."
Xu Weilong had already carried a box on his shoulders, but he did not have the power of Lin Ming to lift a box weighing more than 100 kilograms with one hand. At this time, he could only shout to this soldier's subordinate.
"Ah? Boss, do you really want to carry two boxes?"
The soldier looked at him in surprise, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"What nonsense? Do you want me to admit that I am not as good as him? Hurry up."
Xu Weilong's face darkened and he scolded him sternly.
The soldier shut his mouth in embarrassment, then used all his strength to move the box and put it on Xu Weilong's shoulder.
"Well..."
As soon as the second box was placed on his shoulders, Xu Weilong couldn't help but groan, and he could clearly feel his body muscles tightening.
"Boss, can this be done?"
The soldier spoke with some worry.
"You are the only one who does a lot of shit. If I can't do it, can you do it?"
Xu Weilong cursed silently and began to move forward with two boxes on his shoulders.