Chapter 174: Yuantong Express Sees Resignation Wave; Yunsu Expands at Lightning Speed (Begging for Votes)

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

Five deliverymen sat on their electric scooters at the door, cigarettes between their lips, blowing smoke.

"Shit! Can't keep doing this—every order's been snatched away by Yunsu."

A young man with a buzz cut flicked his cigarette butt more than two meters away, cursing with a helpless look.

"Xiao Li, no offense, but this station isn't run by your family—no point getting worked up."

The slightly older deliveryman said with a teasing smile.

"Brother Lu, we used to clear over ten thousand a month. This month even four thousand's iffy—how are we supposed to keep going? My mortgage alone is seventeen hundred a month."

Xiao Li hopped off the scooter and walked up to Lu Hua to complain.

The other three deliverymen didn't look much better. Yunsu's e-commerce parcels under 1 kg started at just 2.2 yuan.

And there were whispers in the merchant circle that stores on Pinbie that ship with Yunsu get extra traffic for both the shop and the products.

Whether true or not, the 2.2-yuan starting rate and door-to-door delivery alone had already taken forty to fifty percent of the business from Yuantong, Yunda, Shentong, and Zhongtong.

What was left was just contracts that hadn't expired yet.

The "Three Tongs and One Da" were cutting prices while demanding their deliverymen do door-to-door drop-offs, trying to match Yunsu's service and boost brand competitiveness.

This royally pissed off the frontline workers. Per-parcel delivery fee was only eighty cents to one yuan fifty, no social insurance or housing fund, no overtime pay, no bad-weather subsidy. After the pickup fee was lowered, headquarters also slashed the deliverymen's commission rate.

And they still expect the brothers to risk their lives working?

Yeah, right!

Result: in just two days, headquarters raked in several hundred thousand in fines on franchisees, but service didn't improve one bit.

"Can't hack it at Yuantong? Go to Yunsu. A living person can't really be done in by a little pee, can they?"

Lu Hua shot Xiao Li a glance, his tone dismissive.

Deliverymen at franchise points were temps the moment they took off the work uniform—no social insurance or housing fund, not even work injury insurance.

Lu Hua had already looked into it: Yunsu deliverymen got a base pay of 3,000 yuan a month, plus a housing subsidy equal to 20% of monthly salary, and social insurance, housing fund, work injury insurance, and weather subsidies—the whole package.

On top of that, after the new December rules kicked in, overtime came with overtime pay, and holidays were triple.

Working hard for a boss like that was more like it—at least the man treated deliverymen like human beings.

"Jump ship to Yunsu?" Xiao Li froze, then slapped his own forehead and laughed, praising: "Brother Lu's the smart one—wherever there's work, that's where we go!"

That same afternoon, all five Yuantong deliverymen resigned together and joined Yunsu Express.

Similar situations were common. Some franchise outlets just swapped the sign and became Yunsu Express.

Backed by Pinbie, Yunsu was expanding like wildfire across East, South, and North China, with huge batches of new hires every day.

Customer service alone—over three hundred were hired in a single batch to handle inquiries and after-sales issues.

Liao Wei lay in his hospital bed and signed procurement contracts in one go with Dongfeng, Foton, and JAC for over 1,300 light trucks, medium trucks, and heavy-duty high-sided cargo trucks.

In early December, the number of sorting warehouses, transit warehouses, transport dispatch warehouses, and terminal stations surged from 700 to over 900—200 added in just ten-odd days.

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

Another ordinary Sunday.

Chen Yansen drove to the tech park. Just as he stepped into the ground-floor lobby, he got a call from Liao Wei: "Boss, Chen Feilei's been arrested."

"He really did it?"

Chen Yansen stopped walking, moved to the lounge area and sat down, feeling something was off about the whole thing.

"Should be right. The truck driver said Chen Feilei only wanted him to scare me, not actually hit me—he just couldn't brake in time."

Liao Wei explained with a cold laugh.

He trusted the driver's word. Chen Feilei had only paid the driver fifty thousand yuan, and given the driver's monthly income, there was no way he'd take such a huge risk for that little money.

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

"The inspection team checked—said it was natural wear, no tampering."

Liao Wei gave a bitter smile.

If the truck driver had hit the brakes one second later, he'd already be past his seventh-day memorial.

Liao Wei, who'd narrowly escaped death, was still shaken.

"Has the office space in Hu City been finalized?" Chen Yansen had his doubts but didn't dig further, switching topics.

"Zhai An reached out to several leasing consultants for office buildings. Still narrowing it down. Once it's locked in, I'll report to you right away."

Liao Wei hurried to answer.

"Alright, got it." Chen Yansen finished, told Liao Wei to rest up and recover, then hung up.

He walked into the elevator bank and rode straight up to the fifth floor.

He pushed open the office door and went straight to his desk to sit down.

He opened his email. The first flagged-red message was from HR Manager Wang Xueting, with eight resumes attached.

Veterans, with training experience from security companies.

Chen Yansen skimmed through quickly and approved them.

After what happened with Liao Wei, he figured that beyond the park's security, Pinbie and Sister Chengzi Tech also needed their own dedicated security personnel.

With his physique and spiritual power, plus the basic version of divine sense projection, he naturally didn't need such basic protection—but his employees did.

You never knew when some extreme merchant might come cause trouble; a few more security personnel meant that much more safety.

Chen Yansen closed his email, logged into the Pinbie data backend, and checked the recent user growth numbers.

Meanwhile.

Outside the Tang City Patrol Station.

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

With this authorization agreement in hand, he now had full authority to handle the management affairs of Sufeng Express.

"Big brother, don't blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too greedy."

Chen Feikang thought to himself, took out a tissue, and wiped the tear stains from the corner of his eye.

Thinking about how, just now, to coax big brother into signing, he had cried and promised to make Sufeng Express bigger and stronger, and he found it laughable.

Brothers of one heart?

But they had founded Sufeng Express together—why did Chen Feilei get seventy percent of the shares while he himself only had a pitiful twenty percent?

Before making his move, he had made inquiries and learned that Chen Feilei would have to be locked up for at least three to five years, which gave him plenty of room to maneuver.

Meanwhile.

Yu Weijiao learned that last week, four franchise outlets in the Huadong market had switched to Yun Speed upon contract expiry, and he immediately flew into a rage.

Besides that, quite a few old Yuantong employees had either been poached by Yun Speed's HR or had resigned on their own.

But he had no way out either. Yun Speed's strong appeal relied on a no-responsibility base salary of over 3,000 yuan, the five social insurances and one housing fund, a rent subsidy, meal subsidies, and overtime pay.

Yuantong could afford it, but if he raised the couriers' benefits, his own profits would shrink.

Until now, only SF Express, Deppon, and JD. com had paid the five social insurances and one housing fund for their employees; now there was one more—Yun Speed.

"That bastard Liao Wei, that dog Chen Yansen! Wouldn't it be nice to just sit back and make money comfortably? Why the hell do they have to roll like this, handing money out to those couriers!" Yu Weijiao cursed furiously.

If not for Yun Speed stirring things up, even if he cut the commission by another fifty cents, there would still be plenty of people willing to work for him.

(End of chapter)