No. 335, Guoding Road, Eleme headquarters.
"As of 7:30 PM, the delivery order count for Xuhui District is 713. Currently, only 29 riders are still online, which is only thirty percent of our workforce in the area."
Wang Yuan, head of the Market Department, reported the numbers, his brow tightly furrowed.
Compared to yesterday's numbers, Eleme's market share in Xuhui District had plummeted by ninety percent, and they had even lost seventy percent of their delivery riders.
The mood in the meeting room instantly became oppressive.
Zhang Xuhao took off his black-rimmed glasses, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. As the smoke filled his lungs, his frayed nerves eased ever so slightly.
He looked to Kang Jia beside him and asked, "You're the head of the logistics department. Nearly all our riders in Xuhui District have jumped ship to Kuai Pao. Tell me, what should we do?"
