Chapter 174: The Exodus from Yuantong Express, Yunsu

Two days later, at the Yiwu Trade City Yuantong Express station.

Five couriers sat on their electric scooters at the entrance, smoking Baisha cigarettes, puffing clouds of smoke.

"Fuck! I can't keep doing this—every single order's been stolen by Yunsu."

A young man with a crew cut flicked his cigarette butt over two meters away, muttering helplessly.

"Little Li, I'm not saying this to blame you, but this station isn't your family's business—why the rush?"

An older courier chuckled teasingly.

"Brother Lu, we used to make over ten thousand a month—this month we're barely scraping 4, 00. How are we supposed to keep going? I still have a 1, 00-yuan mortgage payment every month."

Little Li jumped off his scooter and walked up to Lu Hua to complain.

The expressions on the other three couriers' faces were equally grim—Yunsu charged as little as 2. yuan for packages under one kilogram.

Rumors were spreading among merchants that using Yunsu for deliveries through Pianbei would grant extra traffic to their stores and products.

Whether true or not, those two points—the 2. -yuan minimum delivery fee and door-to-door service—had already captured 40 to 50 percent of Yuantong, Yunda, Shentong, and Zhongtong's business.

What remained was merely contracts not yet expired.

The "Three Passes and One Reach" were slashing prices while demanding couriers deliver door-to-door, trying to match Yunsu's service and boost brand competitiveness.

This enraged frontline staff—each delivery paid only 0. to 1. yuan, with no five insurances and one fund, no overtime pay, no weather subsidies, and after pickup fees were cut, headquarters further reduced the couriers' commission.

You still expect us to risk our lives for you?

What kind of nonsense is this!

In just two days, headquarters made hundreds of thousands by fining franchisees—but service improved not one bit.

"If Yuantong can't cut it, just go to Yunsu. Do you think a living man can drown in his own urine?"

Lu Hua glanced at Little Li with disdain.

Couriers at franchise points were temporary workers the moment they took off their uniforms—no five insurances and one fund, not even work injury insurance.

Lu Hua had already checked: Yunsu couriers got a base salary of 3, 00 yuan, plus a 20 percent monthly housing subsidy, and full five insurances and one fund, work injury insurance, and weather subsidies.

Plus, after the new rules took effect in December, overtime paid overtime wages, and holidays paid triple.

You'd actually want to work hard for a boss like that—they at least treat couriers like human beings.

"Switch to Yunsu?" Little Li froze, then slapped his forehead and grinned. "Brother Lu's sharp—where there's work, we go!"

That afternoon, all five Yuantong couriers quit en masse and joined Yunsu Express.

Similar cases were common—some franchise points simply changed their signs and became Yunsu Express overnight.

Backed by Pianbei, Yunsu expanded rapidly across East China, South China, and North China, with large numbers joining daily.

Just in customer service, one batch hired over 300 people to handle inquiries and after-sales issues.

Liao Wei, lying in his hospital bed, signed purchase contracts with Dongfeng, Foton, and Jianghuai auto plants for over 1, 00 light, medium, and heavy-duty high-side trucks.

By early December, the number of sorting warehouses, transfer hubs, transportation dispatch centers, and terminal stations surged from 700 to over 900—200 new ones added in just ten days.

In market share, Yunsu was closing in on the second tier of express delivery; in pickup volume, it was about to catch up with Quanfeng and Tiantian Express.

Another ordinary Sunday.

Chen Yansen drove to the tech park; as soon as he entered the first-floor lobby, he received a call from Liao Wei: "Boss, Chen Feilei's been arrested."

"Was it really him?"

Chen Yansen stopped, sat down in the lounge area, and felt something was off.

"Probably. The truck driver said Chen Feilei only wanted him to scare you—not actually hit you—but he couldn't brake in time."

Liao Wei sneered as he explained.

He believed the driver—Chen Feilei had only paid him 50, 00 yuan; for a truck driver's monthly income, it wasn't worth risking his life for that much.

"Were the brake pads tampered with?" Chen Yansen pressed.

"The police inspector checked—it was natural wear and tear, no tampering."

Liao Wei gave a bitter laugh.

If the driver had pressed the brake just one second later, he'd already be past his seventh day of mourning.

Liao Wei, who had narrowly escaped death, still trembled with fear.

"Has the office building in Shanghai been finalized?" Chen Yansen, though suspicious, dropped the subject and asked instead.

"Zhai An has consulted several office leasing advisors—we're still screening options. I'll report to you immediately once it's settled."

Liao Wei answered quickly.

"Alright, I understand." Chen Yansen told Liao Wei to rest well and hung up.

He walked into the elevator and went straight to the fifth floor.

He pushed open the office door and sat down at his desk.

His first red-flagged email was from HR manager Wang Xueting—attached were eight resumes.

Ex-military personnel with security company training experience.

Chen Yansen skimmed them quickly and approved.

After Liao Wei's incident, he decided that besides park security, Pianbei and Orange Tech needed their own security staff.

With his physical condition, mental strength, and basic spiritual sense projection, he didn't need such basic protection—but his employees did.

Who knew when some extreme merchant might come cause trouble? More security personnel meant more safety.

Chen Yansen closed his email and logged into Pianbei's backend to check recent user growth data.

Meanwhile.

At the Tangcheng Patrol Station entrance.

Chen Feikang, holding the power of attorney signed by Chen Feilei, got into a Mercedes-Benz 350L, satisfied.

With this agreement, he now had full authority to manage Sufeng Express.

"Big brother, don't blame me—blame your own greed."

Chen Feikang thought to himself, wiping away tears with a tissue.

He found it amusing how he'd just cried, promising to grow Sufeng Express into something great, just to get his brother to sign.

Brothers united?

They'd founded Sufeng Express together—why did Chen Feilei get 70 percent of the shares while he got a pitiful 20 percent?

Before acting, he'd researched: Chen Feilei would be locked up for at least three to five years—giving him plenty of room to maneuver.

On the other side.

Yu Weijiao learned that last week, four franchise stations in East China had switched to Yunsu after their contracts expired—he flew into a rage.

Plus, many veteran Yuantong employees had either been poached by Yunsu's HR or quit voluntarily.

But he had no solution—Yunsu's appeal came from its 3, 00-yuan-plus no-strings-attached base salary, five insurances and one fund, housing subsidy, meal allowance, and overtime pay.

Yuntong could afford it—but raising courier pay meant less profit for him.

Previously, only SF Express, Deppon, and JD Logistics provided five insurances and one fund; now Yunsu had joined them.

"That bastard Liao Wei! That dog Chen Yansen! Why can't you just make money in peace? Why force this cutthroat competition and hand out cash to those couriers!" Yu Weijiao raged.

If Yunsu hadn't interfered, even if he cut commissions by another 5 jiao, there'd still be plenty willing to work for him.

(End of Chapter)