Jiang Siming handed the area over to Xiao Yue and went to the location where Xiao Yue had been doing his task earlier.
There was only a single carrying pole here, which Jiang Siming easily picked up and slung over his back.
He wasn't unfamiliar with carrying loads; he'd done it many tis as a child at ho.
The accompanying PT advised Jiang Siming, "It's best to take off your clothes, or they'll get dirty."
Jiang Siming glanced at the goods and noticed they were indeed filthy. His clothes weren't cheap, and he'd be heartbroken if they got stained.
However, instead of admitting that outright, Jiang Siming jokingly replied to the PT, "What are you trying to say? That my body isn't as valuable as my clothes?"
The PT chuckled awkwardly.
As Jiang Siming spoke, he began taking off his clothes, embodying the very definition of a "true fragrance" mont.
With his shirt off, Jiang Siming revealed a fit, muscular upper body.
The golden ratio of his muscle definition, along with his eight-pack abs and v-line, left the female staff mbers present absolutely srized.
Now everyone seed to understand why Jiang Siming could deliver punches with such imnse force—just looking at his physique, it was clear he radiated raw strength.
"Oh my god, this body is incredible!"
Everyone swore that it was the most aesthetically pleasing physique they had ever seen.
It wasn't like those of many bodybuilders, where the muscles were bulky and overly exaggerated, making them appear intimidating rather than attractive.
Jiang Siming's build was perfectly proportioned, with each muscle appearing condensed and taut, enhancing the natural beauty of his physique without compromising his form.
However, Jiang Siming didn't let them admire for too long. He quickly put on the new vest prepared for him by the production team.
Many of the female staff mbers regretted it instantly. If they'd known, they wouldn't have given Jiang Siming a vest to wear.
Earlier, when Xiao Yue also took off his shirt, their feelings were entirely different—they were relieved the team had prepared a vest for him. If they had to keep looking at Xiao Yue's body for the whole ti... they really wouldn't have been able to handle it.
Fortunately, the vest didn't fully cover Jiang Siming's physique. Its snug fit still allowed glimpses of his muscles beneath, teasing the imagination.
If Jiang Siming knew their thoughts, he'd probably have no idea how to react.
After putting on the vest, Jiang Siming walked over to the goods.
What puzzled him was that he had already seen these items earlier, and there had been the sa amount then.
Two hours had passed, yet the goods hadn't decreased at all. They were exactly the sa as before.
"How many items has Xiao Yue delivered?" Jiang Siming asked the directing team.
"Not a single one. He spent most of the ti trying but couldn't lift even one item."
Jiang Siming gave a helpless look but didn't say much. He hooked two of the heaviest items with the pole, bent down, and stood up in one motion.
Each of these items weighed over 200 pounds, yet Jiang Siming easily lifted them off the ground.
The pole imdiately bent under the weight, showing just how heavy these goods were.
But Jiang Siming carried them effortlessly, holding the pole with one hand while using the other to pull out the address slip. He glanced at it, confird the direction, and set off carrying the goods.
What's more, Jiang Siming moved incredibly fast, striding forward at a pace faster than soone walking empty-handed.
The production team was completely dumbfounded, even suspecting that Jiang Siming might not be a strear but a weightlifting champion instead.
Jiang Siming carried the goods through the streets and alleys of Chongqing, drawing curious stares from passersby. It was rare for them to see such a handso young man doing this kind of work.
Because the caraman was secretly filming, no one realized this was part of a show.
Moreover, Jiang Siming rarely showed his face publicly, and carrying the goods made it even less likely for people to recognize him as "Ming God."
In general society, Jiang Siming's fa wasn't as high as that of traditional celebrities, who frequently appear on TV dramas and movies.
Jiang Siming only existed in the streaming world, and since he seldom showed his face during his streams, very few people recognized him in real life.
"Hey, handso, can I get your WeChat?"
"Cutie, can I have your number?"
"Hey there, got ti? Wanna hang out soti?"
Won kept approaching Jiang Siming to flirt. After all, when you encounter soone even more attractive than a celebrity on the street, who also seems like an ordinary worker, it's easier to muster the courage to talk to them. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
If Jiang Siming were a famous star, fewer won would dare to approach him, as they might feel such a man was out of their league despite his looks.
As more and more won tried to strike up conversations, Jiang Siming had no choice but to buy a mask from a roadside store to avoid their "harassnt."
Jiang Siming had a strong sense of direction. Even in a maze-like city like Chongqing, with its countless twists, turns, and layers, he quickly found the delivery address.
He delivered the two boxes to a seafood restaurant, only to discover that the heavy boxes were packed with frozen shrimp.
"Man, you're strong! Here's eighty yuan, as agreed. I'll throw in a box of smaller shrimp for you, too," the shop owner said, pleased with Jiang Siming's speed.
"Thank you, boss." Jiang Siming pocketed the money and, without refusing, took the extra box of shrimp as well.
"Since we're supposed to earn our own money, I bet they won't provide lunch. I'll hold onto these—if they don't feed us, these shrimp will taste way better than any roadside al." Jiang Siming left the shrimp with the production team before heading back to carry more goods.
The director admired Jiang Siming's sharp intuition. Without being told anything, Jiang Siming seed to predict their plans perfectly.
Even in previous food-related tasks, he had made accurate guesses. His experience in variety shows seed more extensive than many veteran guests.
With his "Variety Show Talent," Jiang Siming's understanding of the format far exceeded theirs.
Jiang Siming continued to shuttle back and forth through Chongqing's streets, carrying large loads of goods each ti. For smaller items, he even tied them up for transport, clearly trying to finish as quickly as possible.
To avoid standing out too much, Jiang Siming deliberately made himself sweat.
Unexpectedly, the sweat soaked his tank top, revealing his physique.
Even with a mask on, he still attracted a lot of attention from won, enduring wave after wave of flirtatious encounters, leaving him helpless.
This ti, he delivered goods to a market stall where Xiao Zhu was selling fish.
Xiao Zhu, wearing a mask and hat, was trying to stay undercover as per the show's rules.
The production team had stipulated that participants couldn't rely on their celebrity status to sell things. If they were recognized, they would lose money.
As a result, Xiao Zhu had to wrap himself up like a mummy.
"Brother Zhu, are you auditioning to be an Eskimo?" Jiang Siming laughed heartily.
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