Chapter 206: South Yansen, North Dong! Testing Xia Xiangyu's Ability to Handle Pressure

Just as Handsome Dong was delivering a courier package, Chen Yansen was also delivering takeout in Li Zhou.

The winter wind, sharp as a knife, kept pouring in through the gap at his collar.

Kou Zhen and Xia Xiangyu wore long faces, wishing they could yank the zipper of their windbreakers all the way over the backs of their heads, silently lamenting: this job really isn't fit for humans — just one order in and they already felt half-dead.

Pei Yi and Kang Guodong were faring better; back when Kuaipao was first founded, the two of them had worked as delivery couriers around the university district for a stretch.

The four of them rode electric scooters, trailing behind Chen Yansen.

"Next order: Old Dongmen Beef Fried Rice, 3.7 kilometers away, unit price 5.2 yuan."

Chen Yansen glanced at the phone on its mount, committing the order details and navigation route to memory.

Right ahead of him, several staffers from Kuaipao's marketing department held cameras and video cameras, constantly adjusting their shooting angles.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and Kou Zhen couldn't help shivering — but when he saw the lens swing his way, he quickly put on an earnest, hard-working look.

As head of the Rider Department, Xia Xiangyu, while groaning about the hardship, was also pondering: piling the entire 29-minute delivery deadline onto the rider — was that fair?

Why couldn't Kang Guodong's tech department plan more reasonable delivery routes? Why couldn't order assignment and rider dispatch follow a nearest-available principle?

At this moment Xia Xiangyu felt it in his bones — even though Kang Guodong was one of Kuaipao's shareholders, he couldn't help being full of gripes.

He was planning to go cause trouble for the tech department the moment he got back!

After all, the delivery couriers in the Rider Department were, plainly speaking, regular Kuaipao employees too — they signed labor contracts with the same company as those people sitting in offices at headquarters.

The only difference was just how much they earned.

Chen Yansen wove left and right through the streets and alleys, and quickly spotted the Old Dongmen Beef Fried Rice shop sign.

Good lord!

This shop was actually opened right next to a restroom — a middle-aged man with thinning hair, wearing a grease-stained apron, was madly tossing his wok.

Besides Chen Yansen, two other Kuaipao riders sat on their electric scooters, waiting for the restaurant to prepare the food.

Clearly this Old Dongmen Beef Fried Rice was doing pretty brisk business on the platform.

At that moment, Pei Yi and the others also rode up on their electric scooters.

"President Pei? President Kang?"

"Damn! And President Kou and President Xia too!"

The two delivery riders immediately recognized who they were, hurriedly hopped off their scooters, and came over with beaming smiles to say hello.

"How many orders have you delivered today?" Chen Yansen opened his mouth to ask.

"Huh? Brother, are you new? You look familiar — why haven't I seen you at the station?"

The slightly older delivery rider stared at Chen Yansen for a moment, his face full of confusion as he asked.

"This is Kuaipao's big boss, Mr. Chen Yansen." Xia Xiangyu stood to one side and introduced him in a flat tone.

Big boss Chen Yansen?

That billionaire?

The two delivery riders exchanged glances — if these words hadn't come out of Xia Xiangyu's mouth, the two of them would never have believed it in a million years.

This young man in front of them, wearing a helmet and a Kuaipao work uniform, was actually a billionaire boss?

The rider Chen Yansen had addressed froze for a beat, then quickly caught on and answered with a smile: "Boss, I've delivered a total of 39 orders today, earning 218 yuan."

Kuaipao's per-order pay looked low, but once you added the monthly base salary of anywhere from 1,500 to 2,000 yuan, almost every regular rider could pull in over 7,000 yuan a month.

"And it's only three in the afternoon — doesn't that mean you can run 60 to 80 orders in a day!"

Chen Yansen said with a smile.

"Boss, Li Ge is the order king at our station — he's never done fewer than 80 orders in a day."

The other rider said, mustering his courage.

"Then you're better than me — I've only delivered my second order." Chen Yansen teased with a grin.

"Boss, you're the one who makes the big money. I — I only know how to sell my brute strength, how could I compare with you."

Li Zhou gave a shy smile, awkwardly rubbing his hands together.

"Order king or not doesn't matter — earning money is important, but you have to look after your health too. Are you going to the company party tonight?"

Chen Yansen first expressed his concern, then asked.

Kuaipao's annual party was set at a four-star hotel in Luyang District; given the special nature of the takeout industry, only 30% of riders could be arranged to attend.

The remaining riders still had to keep delivering orders to keep the project running normally.

However, whether or not they attended the company party, everyone could take part in the lucky draw and receive a year-end bonus ranging from 3,000 to 10,000 yuan.

"Boss, I — I didn't sign up." Li Zhou scratched his scalp and said with a sheepish chuckle.

Going to the party meant getting a big meal, sure, but the evening's delivery income would likely drop by over 200 yuan.

Li Zhou wasn't willing to waste time he could be earning money!

Chen Yansen said nothing, didn't press the point, then turned his gaze to Kou Zhen and asked: "Did you spot any problems?"

Kou Zhen gave a slight start, looked back and forth between the rider and the restaurant for a moment, and his heart gave a sudden lurch. He said honestly: "This shop's hygiene conditions are a bit of a problem."

"Guodong, add a module for real on-site photos of the storefront to the shop info page as soon as possible — it needs to include the shop sign, the kitchen, and the dining area. Hand this task to the field BD team."

Seeing that Kou Zhen had spotted the issue, Chen Yansen instructed Kang Guodong.

Since this shop had been admitted to the Kuaipao platform, its business license and food hygiene permit were presumably all in order.

He wouldn't take the initiative to propose banning this kind of shop, but he had to show users the most authentic side of the merchant and leave the choice in the users' hands.

"Boss, I'll start the cleanup tomorrow. For merchants like Old Dongmen Fried Rice, I'll raise the review requirements accordingly and guard the first gate for our users."

As head of the Business Development Department, when a problem like this cropped up, it was naturally up to Kou Zhen to step in and handle it.

"The review department serves as the second line of defense — it has to watch not only the completeness of the paperwork, but also verify the authenticity of the photos uploaded by the field sales staff. The penalty mechanism needs to be set up properly."

Chen Yansen gave a small nod and said, pulling Pei Yi and Kou Zhen along.

"Kuaipao orders 78, 79, and 80 are all packed! Come grab them yourselves!"

The boss of the Old Dongmen Fried Rice shouted at the group.

Chen Yansen shook his head with a smile, verified the information, picked up order 80, placed it in the delivery box, said goodbye to Li Zhou, and then left quickly.

Pei Yi and the other three hurriedly followed.

"Li Ge, I think you're a bit silly. The big boss personally asked if you're going to the annual meeting, and you actually said no!"

Another delivery rider scolded him, feeling like iron that couldn't be forged into steel.

In his view, if he were favored by President Chen, there might even be a chance for promotion and a raise.

"Is your brain not working properly? I'm just a delivery rider with no skills at all. Could the big boss really make me a manager? If you want to make money, just work hard!"

Li Zhou patted his colleague's shoulder and laughed at his daydreaming.

"Hehe, what if the boss has a brain glitch?"

The young courier grinned and laughed heartily.

"I think your brain is the one that's glitched. If President Xia hears this, you'll lose your job."

Li Zhou shot the other guy a glare.

In Luzhou, jobs like Kuai Pao are hard to find. Ordinary workers at TCL, Haier Washing Machines, and Gree earn only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan a month after exhausting themselves, and the work isn't as free as Kuai Pao.

On the other side.

When Chen Yansen delivered the meal to the customer, he couldn't help but add a reminder: "Order less from this place in the future; it's not very hygienic."

"Huh!? No way? I eat there often. Oh, you must be from out of town. The Old Dongmen Beef Fried Rice is indeed next to the public toilet, but isn't there a wall separating them? Their fried rice is incredibly fragrant and delicious!"

The customer was stunned at first, then waved his hand, smiling dismissively.

Chen Yansen chuckled helplessly; he had been overthinking it.

He had originally worried the user was being deceived, but it turned out the customer ate there often and acted like a regular.

Pei Yi and the others standing behind couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.

After finishing this order, Chen Yansen took another one for a Kuanwangka milk tea, with the delivery address at the nearby Software Park.

The customer was a young woman; when she came out to pick up the meal, she was holding an Sister Chengzi C2 phone.

"Kuai Pao Delivery, wish you a pleasant meal!"

After saying the standard greeting, Chen Yansen prepared to leave.

"Wait! Why do you look a bit familiar to me!"

The woman looked at him suspiciously, and after staring for a few seconds, her face suddenly lit up with joy as she asked with a smile: "You're Chen Yansen from Sister Chengzi Technology, right?"

Chen Yansen held his forehead and smiled bitterly; even with his helmet on, he was still recognized.

"That doesn't make sense, why are you delivering food?" the woman asked again.

"The Kuai Pao app is also a product of our company. Thank you for your support of Sister Chengzi Technology and Kuai Pao."

Chen Yansen smiled slightly, speaking words of gratitude.

"President Chen, can I take a photo with you?" the woman pulled on Chen Yansen's arm and pleaded in a coquettish voice.

"Of course."

Chen Yansen readily agreed.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The woman kept pressing the shutter; she said she'd take one photo, but she insisted on pressing the camera button dozens of times in one go.

"Thank you, President Chen. I'll use Kuai Pao Delivery every day from now on. By the way, my dad is also your fan. Can I record a video where you say hello to him?"

After taking the photos, the woman immediately made a new request.

"That won't do!"

Chen Yansen said with a stern face, and before the woman could react, he added: "Unless you buy another Sister Chengzi phone to support me."

The woman frowned, looking troubled: "But my dad and mom both use Sister Chengzi phones."

"I was just joking. Give me the phone."

Chen Yansen said with a smile.

Then, taking the woman's phone, he recorded a few seconds of blessings for her father.

The woman took back her phone and ran into the building, completely satisfied.

Chen Yansen raised his hand to check the time; it was already nearly 4:30, so he called out to Pei Yi and the others and headed toward the hotel.

Back at her workstation, the woman immediately posted the photos she had just taken on Weibo and tagged Chen Yansen's Weibo account.

"Is that Chen Yansen? What does Kuai Pao mean?"

"I know, Kuai Pao is a local delivery platform in Luzhou!"

"A billionaire delivering food?"

In the comments section, some people spoke sarcastically, claiming Chen Yansen was putting on a show, while others praised him for being down-to-earth.

At that moment, someone in the comments section suddenly uploaded a photo of Liu Qiangdong delivering packages in Beijing.

"Damn! Who is imitating whom?"

"I think Liu Qiangdong is imitating Chen Yansen. Yesterday, news of Chen Yansen drinking with Yunsu delivery riders hit the trending search, and today Liu Qiangdong went to deliver packages. How could that be such a coincidence?"

"Brother Dong is truly down-to-earth; it's absolutely not a staged photo. The JD. com package I received at the company this afternoon was delivered by President Liu himself!"

Soon, a netizen from Beijing appeared in the comments section.

One hour later, news of two e-commerce giants, one in the south and one in the north, one delivering food and the other delivering packages, both hit the trending search.

Zhang Jindong of Suning snorted coldly, cursing silently that Liu Qiangdong was truly good at putting on a show.

"No way! How is he so good at marketing?"

Zhang Xuhao, far away in Shanghai, nearly went crazy with rage after seeing the photo of Chen Yansen wearing the delivery rider's uniform.

Last week he had already sent Ele. me's business and financial data to Mama Ali, but it had remained under review the whole time. He was frantic with worry, afraid that Kuaipao would break into Shanghai.

Thinking of this, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ji Gang's number directly.

"President Ji, has Ele. me's financing application been approved?"

Did Zhang Xuhao got straight to the point.

"The process has reached President Ma's desk. As for exactly when it'll be approved, I can't say for sure either. President Zhang, please wait a little longer."

Ji Gang wasn't stringing him along either. Originally, all it took was Cai Xin's nod, but for some unknown reason, Ma Liyun had personally intervened in this investment case, thereby extending the review cycle.

This guy wouldn't be stringing me along, would he?

Did Zhang Xuhao was now full of suspicion toward Ji Gang. A 50-million financing case had no reason to push the process all the way to Ma Liyun. Given Cai Xin's rank, he absolutely had the authority to make the final call.

"Alright, thanks President Ji. Actually, I was just asking."

Did Zhang Xuhao laughed it off with a forced chuckle, saying one thing and meaning another.

Ji Gang smiled, then hung up the phone. In Boss Cai's words, Ele. me's model had a bit of potential and could be invested in, but he wanted to test Did Zhang Xuhao's ability to handle pressure.

If the other party couldn't handle it, Mama Ali's 50 million in funds might just mean getting a larger equity stake.

Just as Chen Yansen was holding a wine glass, toasting with Kuaipao's riders, Liu Qiangdong was also sitting at a Beijing street-side stall, arms around several JD Express couriers, calling them "brothers" with every breath.

(End of chapter)