Chapter 373: Chen Yansen: If it were Old Ma, he could deliver one million orders on the last day!

The twenty-seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Longcao Road, Shaxian Snacks.

"One chicken leg rice, one duck leg rice, and two bowls of old duck soup with sand ginseng."

As soon as Chen Yansen entered, he shouted at the boss.

"Alright, two of you sit down, it'll be ready in a moment." The boss, a middle-aged man with thick hair, replied cheerfully.

Song Yuncheng followed behind, her two small legs trembling.

She had delivered thirteen food orders all afternoon, climbed over a thousand steps, and was too tired to speak.

The "five-star hotel" Chen Yansen mentioned turned out to be Shaxian!

She wasn't picky; as soon as the boss brought the chicken leg rice, she immediately began wolfing it down.

"Eat slowly, no one is fighting you for it. If it's not enough, order another one." Chen Yansen looked at Song Yuncheng and teased with a grin.

Song Yuncheng rolled her eyes and stayed silent, took a sip of soup, and then said leisurely, "Just looking at the lowest unit price of six yuan, it seems high, but thinking about having to pick up the order first and then deliver it, a round trip of six or seven kilometers, this amount of money really isn't much."

"Miss, six yuan is not little. Usually it's only four yuan. These two days of the Spring Festival, the company gave us all the delivery fees."

A KuaiPao rider at the next table couldn't help but chime in.

"Delivering food is quite hard work." Song Yuncheng couldn't help but sigh.

"It is indeed tiring, but the income isn't low either. The company also pays social security and buys insurance. Plus the base salary, it's eight or nine thousand a month, much better than working in a factory." This KuaiPao rider said with a smile.

"There are subsidies and bonuses in February; maybe I can make ten thousand yuan this month." Another KuaiPao rider added.

"Not just that. Don't forget, there are also KuaiPao grocery orders. The top rider at our station delivered 87 orders yesterday."

"Only 87 orders? That's not high either. I had 91 orders yesterday."

"Old brother, do you want money or your life?"

"Hehe, good luck. Half the orders were relatively concentrated, so delivering them wasn't tiring."

Several riders chatted idly.

"Several big brothers, I heard the company has an annual meeting tonight. Why didn't you go?" Chen Yansen suddenly asked.

"What kind of question is that? You didn't go either. Attending the annual meeting delays earning money. Anyway, if you don't go, they give two hundred yuan in subsidy. Isn't it better to take the money and buy something delicious for your wife and kids?" A KuaiPao rider replied.

"I also don't know if the big boss will come today. I really want to toast him with a glass of wine." Another rider sighed and said with deep gratitude:

"My wife broke her leg a few months ago. The boss only compensated a few thousand yuan, not even enough for medical expenses. If the company hadn't bought supplementary medical insurance that covers immediate family members, I would have considered selling a kidney."

"Eh? Little brother, has anyone told you that you look a bit like the big boss?" In the corner, a KuaiPao rider stared at Chen Yansen for a long time, then suddenly asked.

"Of course! The station manager hired me just because I look like the big boss."

Chen Yansen took a bite of duck leg and made up a story.

"No way, brother? You look way too much like him?" Another KuaiPao rider looked repeatedly several times and said with a face full of surprise.

"That's right. The colleagues at our station all say so. Do you think I should go find the boss to acknowledge our kinship? What if he really is my long-lost younger brother?"

Chen Yansen continued to talk nonsense, making all the riders in the room burst into laughter.

Song Yuncheng lowered her head, her pretty face turning bright red.

The rider who asked the first question silently opened Weibo, found Chen Yansen's photo, and compared it carefully. The shock in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

This damn guy is the real person!

He put away his phone, slowly moved over to Chen Yansen, and called out softly, "Boss, didn't you go to the annual meeting?"

Chen Yansen smiled. Seeing the other party's tone was so certain, he knew the act couldn't continue, so he simply admitted it openly: "The brothers at the annual meeting have President Pei accompanying them. I came over to accompany you guys."

This statement was extremely sincere, making this rider Xiong Xiaoge's eyes immediately turn red.

"Boss, thank you for raising everyone's salary. Can I treat you to a meal?" The rider Xiong Xiaoge said with an excited expression.

"Then I won't be polite. Boss, add another portion of braised dried tofu." Chen Yansen raised his hand to signal.

"Gao Bo, did you get it wrong? He just looks like the boss, he's not the real boss. Are you really treating?" A colleague nearby pulled Gao Bo's arm and advised.

"Are you guys stupid? You can't even recognize the boss." Gao Bo, with a dark face, was speechless at these colleagues.

Reminded by him, the other several people immediately took out their phones, their eyes darting back and forth between Chen Yansen's face and the screens.

In no time, a unified greeting rang out in the room: "Happy New Year, Boss!"

"Everyone, sit down and chat! No need to be too restrained." Chen Yansen waved his hand and said.

After speaking, he looked at the rider who said his wife broke her leg and asked, "You earn seven or eight thousand yuan a month. Why do you still want to sell a kidney?"

"Last National Day, I went back to my hometown and bought a house. All my savings were used for the down payment. The house hasn't been delivered yet, and even if I wanted to sell it, it wouldn't be easy to get rid of." The rider let out a dry laugh and answered awkwardly.

"Didn't the company's legal department step in?" Chen Yansen asked again.

"They did. Later, that bastard boss compensated more than sixty thousand." The rider confessed honestly.

"That's good. The company employs over a hundred legal advisors. Of course, they must serve the brothers. Is there any difficulty?"

Chen Yansen asked softly.

"No." The rider shook his head. He couldn't bear to trouble the big boss.

If the other party is polite and one takes it seriously, then one is truly shameless.

Chen Yansen saw the other party's concern and immediately patted his shoulder, saying, "Tell me."

"Although my wife's leg injury has healed, she can't do heavy work now." The rider Xiong Xiaoge stammered.

"Can you type on a computer?" Chen Yansen thought for a moment and asked.

"Yes." The rider Xiong Xiaoge nodded quickly and replied.

"Leave me your phone number. Later, I'll arrange for her to join the customer service department at the Pinlue Shangcheng." Chen Yansen made the arrangement immediately.

"Boss, do you need to go to Xucheng?" The rider Xiong Xiaoge asked in pursuit.

"Online customer service. Work from home." Chen Yansen explained simply.

"I don't even know how to thank you." The rider Xiong Xiaoge bowed repeatedly.

"Just work hard and take good care of your family." Chen Yansen said with a smile.

At this moment, the delivery rider named Gao Bo approached, holding a plate of braised dried tofu and carrying two bottles of beer.

"Boss, I toast you. May your wealth roll in, may you get handsomer by the day, marry seven wives, and have eight children."

"General Manager Chen, Happy New Year!"

"Boss, I'll finish mine; you drink as you please!"

A total of five KuaiPao rider young men came up in turn to offer toasts, and Chen Yansen accepted them all.

In the blink of an eye, the two bottles of beer were empty.

"A red envelope for each of you. I also wish everyone an early house purchase and an early marriage with children."

Chen Yansen pulled out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket and stuffed them one by one into the hands of the few men.

Ten minutes later, he and Song Yuncheng left the Shaxian Snacks shop.

As soon as they stepped out, he returned the electric scooter to the accompanying staff member, while he himself got into a Mercedes-Benz S600L and headed toward the hotel hosting the annual meeting.

At 11:30 that night, a photo of Chen Yansen, wearing an orange windbreaker, eating duck leg rice with the rider young men at Shaxian Snacks, quickly shot to the top of the trending searches.

"Did Shaxian Snacks hire a spokesperson?"

"@Chen Yansen General Manager Chen, how much did Shaxian pay? I, Lanzhou Ramen, will offer double!"

"Braised Chicken with Rice is willing to offer triple!"

"Got it, General Manager Chen also loves duck leg rice!" "Who knows which Shaxian branch General Manager Chen had dinner at? I'll go check it out tomorrow!"

The comment section was extremely lively.

Appearing on the trending searches twice in one day, the popularity of Chen Yansen and KuaiPao remained firmly in the top ten.

News reports about Liu Qiangdong delivering packages followed closely, hanging below General Manager Chen's trending search.

The next morning, Chen Yansen took a vehicle back to Xu City, while Song Yuncheng drove alone back to Luzhou for the New Year.

"Little Li, I forgot to tell you: starting in February, the base salary will be adjusted to sixteen thousand."

On the way back, Chen Yansen said casually.

"Thank you, Boss." Little Li's face lit up with joy; he instantly felt that the past half-year hadn't been in vain.

A base salary of sixteen thousand, a housing subsidy of three thousand two, plus transportation subsidies, meal allowances, quarterly bonuses, and various other benefits meant a pre-tax monthly income of at least twenty or thirty thousand.

Among his fellow veterans who had retired at the same time, very few earned over ten thousand a month, let alone twenty or thirty thousand.

In fact, the Human Resources Department had previously selected three drivers from the security personnel; he was the one with the steadiest driving, the fewest words, and the tightest lips, which is why Chen Yansen had kept him until now.

Meanwhile.

Chunshen, Qipian Street.

A light gray Porsche Cayenne slowly stopped at the alley entrance. Wang Zihao pushed the car door open, walked around to the back, lifted the big and small bags from the trunk into his hands, and strode proudly toward home.

"Oh my goodness, a Porsche! Whose relative is this?"

"Wang Zhanjun's son! I saw him get out of the car with my own eyes!"

"Wang Zihao? That black fatty? Isn't he attending university in Xu City?"

"You don't know; his son is Chen Yansen's childhood friend."

"Hiss! The Wang Zhanjun family has truly struck dog-dung luck."

In the narrow alley, uncles and aunts from the neighboring households were chattering away at their doorways.

"Ziyan, I heard some noise outside. Go take a look and see if your brother has returned."

Wen Shumei, holding a winnowing basket and rolling beef meatballs, had her hands full, so she instructed Wang Ziyan standing nearby.

"My brother has a key." Wang Ziyan held her phone, staring blankly at the chat window on the screen; she had sent over a dozen messages to the other party, but not a single reply had come back.

That damn Chen Yansen; don't even think about coming to my house to mooch a meal during the New Year!

Wang Ziyan thought angrily.

"Knock, knock, knock—!" The knocking sound outside the door grew louder and louder.

"Hurry and open the door; your brother is back!" Wen Shumei's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly urged.

Wang Ziyan immediately put down her phone and ran out with a clatter of footsteps.

"Brother, where is Chen Yansen?" Wang Ziyan pushed open the door; seeing Wang Zihao far away carrying more than ten gift boxes but not seeing Chen Yansen, she couldn't help but ask again.

"Brother Sen is spending the New Year in Xu City; he isn't returning to Chunshen this year." Wang Zihao explained.

"Oh." Wang Ziyan immediately felt a sense of loss and lowered her head, intending to walk into the room.

"Wang Ziyan! I am your real brother! Open the door for me first!" Seeing this, Wang Zihao almost laughed in anger.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziyan finally came to her senses, ran up in a small jog, and helped Wang Zihao open the courtyard gate.

"Where is Dad?" Wang Zihao asked.

"He went winter swimming with Uncle Zhou and Uncle Zhao; right now, he's probably drinking at the dumpling restaurant." Wang Ziyan replied.

"Sigh, this old thing never listens to advice. He's nearly fifty, yet he keeps messing around recklessly all day. He caught a cold from winter swimming last year. You and Mom should have persuaded him." Wang Zihao said with a gloomy face.

"Slap!"

Wang Zihao felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if someone had slapped him; he instinctively turned around and indeed saw the furious Wang Zhanjun.

"Dad." Wang Zihao smiled awkwardly.

"I am not your father; I am the old thing who never listens to advice." Wang Zhanjun scolded with a stern face.

"Just a joke to liven up the atmosphere; please don't mind. I bought you tea, Huazi cigarettes, and Feitian Maotai liquor." Wang Zihao said with a sheepish face.

"Feitian Maotai? I guess you little rascal has some conscience." Wang Zhanjun, upon hearing about good wine and good cigarettes, immediately lost his anger.

"This one is mine, this one is Chen Yansen's tribute to you, and the rest are gifts for Ziyan and Mom." Wang Zihao separated seven or eight gift bags and stuffed them directly into Wang Zhanjun's hands.

"Where is Xiao Sen?" Wang Zhanjun asked curiously.

"He didn't return to Chunshen; he should be spending the New Year in Xu City." Wang Zihao replied.

"That old Chen is a bit pitiful. Back then, I advised him to kick Xiao Sen less, but he just wouldn't listen." Wang Zhanjun said with schadenfreude.

He paused, then added, "Tomorrow, invite your Uncle Chen over; the more people, the livelier it will be."

Wang Zhanjun's temper was just like that; though he mocked, he knew clearly in his heart that his own son owed his thriving success entirely to Chen Yansen's patronage.

Now that he knew, he could not let Old Chen spend the New Year alone.

"Even if you didn't say it, I would have gone to invite Uncle Chen," Wang Zihao said with a grin.

After all, before the holiday break, Chen Yansen had called him and given special instructions.

"Brother, is there a gift for me?" Wang Ziyan interjected.

"Yes," Wang Zihao replied.

"Which bag is it?" Wang Ziyan asked, looking down and rummaging.

"None of these are," Wang Zihao said, holding back a mischievous laugh; then, turning around, he relaxed his sphincter, and a loud fart burst out.

"Here's a fart for you," Wang Zihao said, looking extremely smug.

Then, without waiting for Wang Ziyan to react, he strutted

into the room.

"Dad, your son is too much."

Wang Ziyan pinched her nose and complained to her father in a aggrieved manner.

"Uh, go find your mother," Wang Zhanjun said, carrying the heavy Feitian Maotai and tea leaves, looking as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

One's mouth is short after eating others' food, and one's hand is short after taking others' gifts; since this Feitian Maotai hasn't even gone down his throat yet, how could he possibly beat his son first?

Wang Ziyan looked around, found a wooden stick in the corner, and chased after him with fierce momentum.

After Wen Shumei had persuaded them for a long while, the brother and sister finally put down their respective "weapons."

"Hey, Happy New Year," Wang Zihao said; naturally, he had not forgotten to buy gifts, and as he spoke, he handed over two exquisite gift boxes.

Clearly, one was from him, and the other was prepared by Chen Yansen.

On the other side.

Chen Yansen returned to the Sanjiaozhou villa district; the several-hundred-square-meter room was empty and desolate.

President Chen was not used to sleeping alone, so he took out his phone and sent a text message.

He lay on the soft couch, fed the several ornamental pigs in the water pool, then got up, went upstairs to the study, turned on the computer, and checked the data backend.

There were already 7,400 users who had collected all five blessings; each could share 11,400 Hua Yuan.

With only a little over a day left until the lottery draw, the scalper price of the Diligence Fu had risen slightly, returning to the level of 3,000 Yuan per card.

"If it were Old Ma, he could issue one million Diligence Fu cards on the last day," Chen Yansen muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)