"Zhou Qiang." Xu Nianji finished moving a truckload of goods, then walked over to Zhou Qiang, panting, and took a sip of water. He gulped it all down in one go, then sat right next to him and said, "If you can't handle this job, what can you do when you go back?"
"I can do anything!" Zhou Qiang replied offhandedly, thinking to himself that as a grown man, what job couldn't he do?
"Then tell me, what can you do?" Xu Nianji asked.
Zhou Qiang opened his mouth to speak, but after thinking it over, he realized he really couldn't do much of anything.
All these years, he'd done this job, done that job, yet he never stuck with anything for long. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he really didn't know how to do anything.
If there was a fitting job out there, his mom wouldn't have been so desperate to ask his brother-in-law for help.
