"To my brothers at Cloud Speed, let's have a toast!"
Chen Yansen took off his suit jacket, changed into a Cloud Speed Express uniform, and stood in the center of the stage, shouting loudly.
The couriers in the audience were all smiling. They had originally thought a young entrepreneur like Chen Yansen would be just like Ye Yizhi, looking down on them—a bunch of country bumpkins—from the bottom of his heart.
But not only had Chen Yansen changed into the same windbreaker as everyone else, he was also calling them "brothers."
The distance between them closed in an instant!
"Thank you, Boss!"
"Cheers!"
Over a thousand people responded in unison.
Seeing that even the boss had downed his drink, they felt too embarrassed to hold back and tipped their heads back, draining their glasses in one gulp.
"You all got your year-end bonuses, right?"
Chen Yansen wiped the liquor from the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.
