Chapter 173: The Express Market—I Want Half the Share! (Request Monthly Votes)

On December 3, Yunsu Express announced: for the North China, East China, and South China regions, the agreement price for parcels under 2. kg dropped from 3 yuan to 2. yuan; the agreement price for e-commerce small parcels under 1 kg dropped from 2. yuan to 2. yuan.

Considering transportation and labor costs, prices in the Northeast, Southwest, and Central China regions will be 0. to 0. yuan higher per parcel.

Compared to the 3–5 yuan minimum rates of the Three Speeds and One Reach, Yunsu's pricing is utterly ruthless!

Su Feng Express's boss, Chen Feilei, cursed Liao Wei as a mad dog!

At this moment, in a private venue in Shanghai.

Four middle-aged men sat together; some smoked cigars, others held Big Red Eagle cigarettes, the room thick with smoke.

"Everyone, speak up—what should we do?" Chen Dejun of STO squinted and asked in a low voice.

"Get a truck and run that idiot over," Yu Weijiao, boss of YTO, suggested viciously.

Yunsu's moves have stolen many customers from YTO; small and medium sellers in Yiwu have swiftly switched their courier to Yunsu.

Large clients who signed bulk warehouse and agreement-price contracts are still watching.

In plain terms, if YTO doesn't lower prices, all its big clients will leave.

Business is about making money—what matters is which courier is cheaper, more punctual, and delivers to the door.

In terms of transit speed, Yunsu has fewer regional hubs, sorting centers, and stations than the Three Speeds and One Reach.

But Yunsu couriers deliver to the door—something the Three Speeds and One Reach can't do.

Add in the lower shipping fees, and customer attrition is only natural.

"Old Yu, I'm not saying it's you, but you're nearly fifty—stop talking about violence. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life sewing?"

Chen Dejun frowned and asked coldly.

"I think Old Yu's idea's good—kill that bastard Liao Wei, and we'll all breathe easier," laughed Lai Haishong of ZTO.

"What other options do we have? Fight him! How long can Liao Wei last with his pitiful strength?" sneered Nie Tengyu of Yunda.

"But he's backed by Senlian Capital—if Chen Yansen goes all out and dumps five or six billion, who can withstand it?"

Chen Dejun sighed and asked softly.

In their eyes, Liao Wei was nothing—but Chen Yansen was different: young, yet holding over ten billion in cash; if he truly fought, even if the Three Speeds and One Reach won, they'd be crippled.

"Fine, I'm going home to sleep—you're not going to reach any conclusion like this."

Nie Tengyu stood up abruptly, preparing to leave.

Sneaky tactics won't work, a price war won't work—what's left to discuss?

Nie Tengyu decided: tomorrow he'd slash prices to match Yunsu's—see who cracks first!

"Mr. Nie, don't rush—sit down, let's talk. Let's agree on a unified pricing strategy and crush Yunsu together—only cooperation brings profit!"

Lai Haishong of ZTO smiled broadly, pulling Nie Tengyu back into his seat.

"Since Liao Wei wants a price war, we'll match him to the end!" After thinking it over, Chen Dejun gritted his teeth and finally declared.

At that moment, a knock came at the door.

The four exchanged glances; Lai Haishong called out, "Come in!"

A young assistant entered, walked straight to Chen Dejun's side, and whispered a few words.

"What? Liao Wei was hit by a car?"

Chen Dejun stared in shock, turning to Yu Weijiao of YTO.

Just three minutes ago, Yu Weijiao had said he wanted to run Liao Wei over.

Nie Tengyu of Yunda and Lai Haishong of ZTO immediately fixed their gazes on Yu Weijiao.

"Fuck! Why are you looking at me? I didn't do it!"

Yu Weijiao snorted and quickly denied it.

He'd only said it earlier because the other three were indecisive.

With his current wealth and status, anything that could be solved with money didn't need violence.

If exposed, he might even end up in prison.

This wasn't the early days of entrepreneurship, when you'd do anything to seize the market.

He now had luxury cars, mansions, and enough savings to last generations—he had no reason to risk himself over Liao Wei.

But the other three stared at Yu Weijiao with clear suspicion—they didn't believe him.

On the other side.

Chen Yansen had just finished dinner when he received a call from Liao Wei's assistant, learning of the accident.

"Is he okay?" Chen Yansen paused, then asked.

He never imagined that on the very first day of Yunsu's price cut, someone had arranged a dump truck for Liao Wei!

He couldn't help wondering—if a truck hit him, could he survive it?

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Liao is still in surgery; details are unclear," the assistant replied.

"I understand. Send me the hospital address."

Chen Yansen said.

Regardless, Liao Wei was injured while working for him—he had to go.

After hanging up, Chen Yansen had Xu Xingxing book a flight, leaving that night for Tangcheng.

Arriving at the hospital, he walked in to find four uniformed Police Inspectors questioning Liao Wei's assistant.

"Mr. Chen!" The assistant spotted Chen Yansen, abandoned the inspectors, and hurried over.

"How's Old Liao?" Chen Yansen asked.

"Just off the operating table—he's still unconscious. Three ribs broken, leg bones shattered, but no vital organs damaged; the rest are minor injuries," the assistant explained slowly.

"I'm Yan Liang from the Tangcheng Police Inspectorate. What's your name?"

A thirty-something inspector, rough-skinned and rugged-looking, stepped forward.

"Chen Yansen, boss of Yunsu Express. Liao Wei works for me."

Chen Yansen gave a brief introduction.

"At 3: 7 p. . today, a Yunsu delivery truck smashed into Su Feng Express's Yiwu station. Tonight, Liao Wei was hit by a truck. Are you running a business—or a gang war?"

Yan Liang suppressed his fury and demanded coldly.

It was the end of 2011—how dare someone pull this under his nose? Did they think he couldn't find out?

A Yunsu truck smashed into Su Feng's station?

Did Liao Wei go that far?

Didn't I tell him to stick to legal methods?

He turned to Liao Wei's assistant, his gaze questioning.

The assistant gave a slight nod, tacitly confirming Yan Liang's claim.

"I need to wait for reports from the Yiwu station and the local Police Inspectorate to know the full situation."

Chen Yansen gave no clear response, only replied softly.

Yan Liang stared hard at Chen Yansen—but his face showed no trace of tension or panic.

Yan Liang then led his team away without another word.

After all, as Chen Yansen said, suspicion alone meant nothing—evidence was required.

"Mr. Chen, you should return to your hotel and rest. I'll stay here—once Mr. Liao wakes, I'll notify you immediately."

The assistant said.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work," Chen Yansen patted the assistant's shoulder and replied.

"I'll see you out," the assistant followed Chen Yansen, walking and phoning at the same time.

At the hospital entrance, a black Mercedes was parked by the roadside.

In the front passenger seat and left rear seat sat two young men in sharp suits, backs straight, eyes alert, scanning the surroundings.

"It's a sensitive time—I hired two bodyguards from a security firm, just in case," Zhai An opened the door, gesturing for Chen Yansen to get in, explaining.

"What's your name?" Chen Yansen asked, smiling, impressed by his thoroughness.

"Boss, I'm Zhai An," Zhai An answered quickly, startled the boss was speaking to him.

"Take care of Old Liao," Chen Yansen said, then got in the car.

Back at the hotel, Chen Yansen soon received Zhai An's investigation report: a Yunsu delivery truck lost control and crashed directly into Su Feng Express's gate.

It happened during peak delivery hours; except for the dispatcher and station manager, all couriers were out—luckily, no one was injured, only property damaged.

Chen Yansen shook his head—this was clearly Liao Wei's retaliation.

The truck just happened to lose control, the station just happened to be empty, and only goods and vehicles were damaged—how many coincidences could there be?

No wonder Inspector Yan Liang immediately suspected him.

Chen Yansen had limited information—he could only make this preliminary judgment.

Early the next morning.

Chen Yansen arrived at the hospital again by car, followed by two bodyguards.

Though he felt he didn't need them—his current strength and reflexes rendered these two useless.

"Mr. Chen, you're here! Mr. Liao's awake!" Zhai An hurried over.

"Take me there," Chen Yansen said.

Zhai An led Chen Yansen forward, stopping before a private room, where two bodyguards stood guard at the door.

Inside, Liao Wei lay weakly on the bed, wearing a hospital gown, his face covered in purple and blue bruises.

Thick bandages wrapped his left leg and waist.

His left leg and waist abdomen were wrapped in thick bandages.

"Boss Chen, sorry to trouble you—making you come all this way." Liao Wei sighed bitterly as Chen Yansen entered.

"There's no one else here—tell me, what actually happened?" Chen Yansen fixed his gaze on Liao Wei.

"Boss, this was truly unexpected! I never ordered anyone to do this."

Liao Wei looked utterly innocent, furious enough to curse.

If he'd really done it, he'd have been willing to suffer a little—his conscience would've eased—but he hadn't done it at all!

Unexpected?

What a coincidence?

Chen Yansen didn't doubt Liao Wei outright; it was just that this incident bore no resemblance to an accident.

"Alright, as long as no one died."

Chen Yansen didn't want to dig deeper—Liao Wei claimed it was an accident, so he'd take it as one.

If the Police Inspector found anything else, Chen Feilei might let Liao Wei off, but he wouldn't.

Chen Yansen valued loyalty above all else when hiring; ability came second.

If Liao Wei had truly retaliated against Supeng Express on his own, his tenure as CEO of Yunsu Express would be over.

After a brief chat, Yan Liang arrived with his team.

No matter how Yan Liang pressed, Liao Wei stuck to his story: the traffic accident in Yiwu was purely accidental.

Yan Liang couldn't get anywhere with Liao Wei, so he shifted to last night's incident.

As expected, the truck driver who hit Liao Wei worked for Supeng Express; the driver claimed his brakes failed and he couldn't stop.

But Yan Liang reviewed the surveillance footage and found the truck had circled near Yunsu's headquarters for over ten hours, lingering at the intersection—its intent was obvious.

Yet when Yan Liang presented the footage, the driver changed his story: he'd been drunk and merely resting nearby.

With no useful information extracted, Yan Liang left, waiting for the investigation results from Yiwu.

"I never thought competition in the express industry could escalate this far. Hire more bodyguards—I'll cover the cost."

Chen Yansen chuckled teasingly.

"Maybe I should move the company headquarters to Shanghai. Staying in Tangcheng, I just can't feel safe."

Liao Wei had nearly lost his life—he couldn't help being terrified.

Supeng's headquarters was right in Tangcheng, too close. Liao Wei felt zero security.

"Fine, we'll talk after you recover." Chen Yansen nodded in agreement.

An hour later, Liao Wei's wife arrived with their child.

Seeing Liao Wei could eat and drink normally, Chen Yansen rose to take his leave and stepped out of the ward.

"Buzz buzz buzz—!" His phone in his pocket rang.

He pulled it out—it was Liu Zhiping from Tencent. After a moment's thought, he pressed answer.

"Hey, Martin, calling to invite me for tea?" Chen Yansen joked half-seriously.

"I heard about Yunsu Express. Chen Jiahai from Quanfeng asked me to mediate—he wants you to raise prices back to 3 yuan. What do you think?"

Liu Zhiping got straight to the point.

"I want half the express market share. If you can convince the 'Three Passes and One Reach' and SF Express to give up their shares, I'll raise the price."

Chen Yansen made no effort to hide his arrogance.

Liu Zhiping knew negotiations were dead. He smiled: "Alright, I understand. Come to Shenzhen sometime—Pony's been talking about you lately."

Tencent had invested tens of millions in Quanfeng earlier this year and was one of its shareholders—that's why Chen Jiahai had turned to Liu Zhiping.

But Liu Zhiping's tone made it clear: he was just going through the motions. Between Quanfeng and Chen Yansen, he clearly favored the latter.

Soon, the "Three Passes and One Reach" received word from Chen Jiahai, who bluntly stated:

No negotiation—just fight!

That damn Chen Yansen said they'd have to give up every single share of the market they held!

In the final month of 2011, the four logistics giants of Tonglu were forced to respond, all announcing price cuts.

On e-commerce platforms, items once priced at 9. yuan for free shipping quickly dropped to 8. yuan, even 7. yuan.

The number of low-tier group-buy items on Pinbei Platform surged by 30%.

Small sellers in Yiwu flooded in, using Yunsu Express's 2. -yuan minimum fee to sell dish sponges, nail clippers, toilet paper, and clotheslines like crazy,

Some individual items hit daily sales of 400, 00 to 500, 00 orders.

Upon learning this, Chen Yansen immediately ordered Zhuang Rui to reduce the exposure weight of low-priced items.

He didn't oppose low-priced goods—but their exposure had to be kept within reasonable limits.

(End of Chapter)