While Handsome Dong was delivering packages, Chen Yansen was also in Luzhou, delivering food.
The midwinter wind cut like a knife, relentlessly forcing its way into the gaps of their collars.
Kou Zhen and Xia Xiangyu wore miserable expressions, wishing they could zip their windbreakers all the way up over their heads. 'This is no job for a human being,' they thought. 'We've only made one delivery, and I feel like I'm about to die.'
Pei Yi and Kang Guodong were faring better. They had both worked as couriers in University City for a while during Kuai Pao's early days.
The four of them rode their electric vehicles, following behind Chen Yansen.
"Next order: Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice. Distance: 3.7 kilometers. Pay: 5.2 yuan."
Chen Yansen glanced at the phone on its mount, memorizing the order details and the navigation route.
Directly in front of him, several staff members from Kuai Pao's Market Department held up cameras and video cameras, constantly adjusting their angles.
