"Bro, when does Kuai Pao let you guys off for the holidays?"
Jiang Hao was just about to take off when a Qian Du Delivery rider pulled him aside. The man had a big smile on his face and offered him a Hong Shuangxi cigarette.
As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling man. Although Jiang Hao looked down on the cheap Hong Shuangxi brand, knowing it would be harsh on his throat, he didn't refuse outright. He took it, tucked it behind his ear, and answered, "In our line of work, what holidays?"
"So Chen Yansen is just as much of a bastard as Li Yanhong? He doesn't give you guys a break?" the Qian Du Delivery rider asked, looking surprised.
"Fuck! Who are you talking about? You think you can just bad-mouth my boss?" Jiang Hao's face instantly turned cold. He grabbed his bike lock and demanded loudly.
The Qian Du Delivery rider was dumbfounded. 'Are you fucking crazy? I'm sticking up for you, and you're yelling at me?'
