"Zhou Qiang." Xu Nianji had just finished unloading a cart of goods, huffing and puffing as he walked over to Zhou Qiang, took a swig of water, and gulped it all down in one go. He then sat down beside him and said, "If you can't handle this job, what can you do when you go back home?"
"I can do anything!" Zhou Qiang blurted out, confident as any man would be—aren't there plenty of jobs he could handle?
"Then tell me, what can you do?" Xu Nianji asked.
Zhou Qiang opened his mouth to reply, but after thinking it over, he realized that he actually couldn't do much at all.
Over the years, he had tried various jobs, this and that, yet there was nothing he could stick with for long. Thinking it over, it seemed he really didn't have any particular skills.
If there had been suitable jobs, his mother wouldn't be so anxious to find help from his brother-in-law.
