After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

Gu Tianyou looked in the direction the leader was pointing and saw a twelve-wheeled truck piled with rice, noodles, instant noodles, fruit, and vegetables.

He frowned. "So many, when will we ever finish moving them all?"

The leader saw his shocked expression and smiled knowingly.

"Young man, you look so fair and delicate, you haven't even swept the floor at home, have you?"

Gu Tianyou looked embarrassed.

"Of course I've done it."

"Since we've done it before, let's move it together."

The leader pointed to a dozen or so strong soldiers not far away.

When Gu Tianyou thought he was the one who had to move so many things, he did feel a sudden dizziness.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw so many people helping him move.

The leader was right. This young master, who had been pampered since childhood, had never swept the floor or washed the dishes. Even when eating an apple, Chen Jie would peel it for him.

"Work hard, and take a break when you're tired." The leader patted Gu Tianyou's shoulder heavily with a meaningful expression.

"Hmm." Gu Tianyou's tone remained indifferent.

Even when facing this military region leader, he remained composed.

Pride is ingrained in his genes and is difficult to change overnight.

"Brothers, unload the goods!" After the leader left, a man in his thirties called to the soldiers who were resting on the ground to start moving things.

Gu Tianyou took his bespoke jacket and searched for a long time before finally finding a place to hang his suit on a metal hook.

When he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the back of the truck, the soldiers standing on the truck saw that he was clean-cut and wearing a white shirt and tie. They assumed he was a local disaster victim and frowned.

"Brother, are you sure you can handle this? You don't look like you've ever done heavy work. This rice isn't light."

A bag of rice weighs approximately 50 kilograms.

People who frequently do physical labor may find it easier to carry heavy loads.

However, it can be very heavy for people who don't usually do physical labor.

"Of course I can, I have muscles."

Gu Tianyou rolled up his sleeves even higher, revealing his relatively well-developed biceps.

However, because he was so pale, the muscles didn't seem very convincing.

"Okay, you try to carry this bag of rice first."

The soldiers couldn't bear to dampen Gu Tianyou's enthusiasm, so they picked up the rice and placed it on Gu Tianyou's shoulders.

"Hold it steady, hold it steady! This rice is very precious. The disaster-stricken people are waiting for it so they can have a hot meal."

When the soldier placed the rice on Gu Tianyou's shoulder, he could clearly feel his body tremble slightly.

That's why he specifically instructed Gu Tianyou.

Gu Tianyou felt a weight on his shoulders. He looked up and glanced at another soldier carrying a bag of rice. He followed his example, steadied the bag of rice, and walked step by step to the designated spot.

When he put the rice into the designated rescue vehicle, he felt a slight soreness in his shoulder.

He was just about to take a break when he saw that the others weren't resting, so he didn't dare to rest either. He could only grit his teeth and continue to return to the truck to unload rice.

Who could imagine that the president of the prestigious Gu Group, a man who has never even washed a bowl or chopsticks, would be carrying rice with a group of soldiers in a muddy place?

After all the rice had been moved, Gu Tianyou felt a burning and soreness in his shoulders.

"Everyone, rest where you are. We'll assign tasks later."

After the middle-aged soldier announced the order, the dozen or so young soldiers returned to their original resting place in a very orderly manner.

Even when they are sitting, they are always neat and tidy.

Gu Tianyou was the only one in the entire venue, unsure of where to go to rest.