The base salary for a Meituan rider was 1,400 yuan, which came out to 700 yuan for half a month.
Wang Huiwen acknowledged this, then called over an assistant. After giving a few instructions, he sent them downstairs to handle it.
The registration portal for part-time Meituan riders had only been open for 24 hours, and they already had over 400 sign-ups. At this rate, they could expand to over 10,000 in a month.
'What value did that group of people downstairs have anymore?'
"Fuck! Only 700 yuan? Are they trying to get rid of a beggar?"
"Man, that's just plain dirty!"
"Fine, 700!"
Of the more than thirty delivery riders, half took the money and left. The other half stayed, continuing to cuss them out and running through the entire list of Wang Xin's closest relatives.
It wasn't until the Inspection Institute sent people over that the two sides came to an agreement. Each side took a step back: Meituan added another 100 yuan in compensation, and the riders finally dispersed.
