Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,Originally, yesterday's fellow worker, Mr. Wang (the same one who suffered from heatstroke today), brought a bag of walnuts back from his hometown and distributed them to the workers. Apart from Wang Ming, most workers took a few. Zhou Pi was especially ruthless, taking the entire bag away.,Wang Ming didn't seem like someone who liked to dwell on things. If he couldn't figure something out, he simply let it go, muttering to himself in his heart.。