How A Ride-Hailing Driver Comes To Dominate The World? [EN]: Chapter 601

601. Believe Me, I’m Qin Shi Huang, or Believe She’s Still a Virgin—What’s Wrong with a Little Money for a Ride-Hailing Driver Like Me? (1)

Yang Chen subconsciously threw the stockings away and said, “Beauty, please respect yourself. I’m a decent person.”

The girl rolled her eyes at Yang Chen, saying, “This is what I wanted to mail! Why did you throw it away?”

Yang Chen: “Ah?”

Yang Chen grabbed a packaging bag and put the stockings inside.

The girl then placed her left foot on the chair, taking off the stockings while complaining, “You’re a bit arrogant, kid! My fans are always clamoring to buy my original stockings. Some have even offered ten thousand, but I haven’t sold them. Do you even realize you just touched my stockings, which is a dream come true for many men?”

Yang Chen: “The way you put it, I’m not one of those pathetic guys watching live streams. I don’t have that kind of fetish.”

The girl rolled her eyes at Yang Chen and put the stockings into the packaging bag.

“All done, dear?” Yang Chen asked.

The girl: “Wait a moment, there’s also underwear, sending it together.”

Yang Chen’s eyes widened, and he said, “Damn, that’s too perverted! People actually buy used underwear?”

The girl: “Bro, can you please stop talking to me with such a disgusted expression?”

Yang Chen: “No, don’t get me wrong. I’m not targeting you. I’m saying you and your fans are perverted.”

The girl: “Huh? You’re really arrogant, kid! Be careful I complain about you. These were all sent by the top fan. He even wanted to ask me out to sleep with me, but I didn’t want to, so he wanted me to return everything to him.”

Yang Chen: “Oh, that’s what’s going on. Then I think you’re a bit unkind. What’s the purpose of people spending money to become the top fan? Isn’t it to sleep with the streamer? You took the gifts but didn’t let them sleep with you. That’s not right.”

The girl: “Are you kidding me? The most I can accept is wearing stockings for them to see. I’m still a virgin, how could I sleep with someone just because they gave me gifts? Besides, he’s a forty-something-year-old with a receding hairline and a birthmark on his face. He’s too ugly. I can’t even convince myself to have an online relationship with him, how could I sleep with him?”

The top fan is too miserable, spending a lot of money to become number one, but still being *xiánqì* [disliked] for being ugly.

Wait!

Still a virgin?

This sentence…

“Believe me, I’m Qin Shi Huang, or believe she’s still a virgin?”

Soon, the girl came out with a short skirt and stuffed it into the packaging bag in Yang Chen’s hand.

“Come up with me, there’s more stuff,” the girl said.

Yang Chen: “I won’t go up, just bring it down to me.”

The girl: “Why are you so indecisive? Just cut off your thing and become a woman with me; anyway, you don’t have a man’s courage.”

Yang Chen: “Damn, you can say whatever you want, but don’t attack me personally.”

The girl: “What if I attack you personally? What can you do to me?”

Intuition told Yang Chen that he absolutely couldn’t go up.

“Anyway, I’m not going up. Mail it or don’t!” Yang Chen said, then sat down on the sofa.

The girl rolled her eyes, angrily went to the attic to get things.

Soon she brought down some strange clothes, some with only three strings strung with a string of pearls—all clothes that Yang Chen had never seen before.

These clothes still had tags on them, so they probably hadn’t been worn.

Yang Chen: “You play pretty wild.”

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The girl rolled her eyes and said, “Do you think he’s a pervert? Are these clothes for people to wear? Old pervert, he even wanted me to wear them for him to see. I spit on him; he might as well imagine he could win five million.”

The girl stuffed everything into the packaging bag and said, “Okay!”

Yang Chen: “Where to send it? Here’s the form; fill it out.”

The girl: “Oh.”

The girl squatted down to fill out the form, and Yang Chen quickly turned his head to look elsewhere, averting his eyes.

Soon, the girl finished writing the form.

Recipient: Li Bai with Abnormal Discharge (Please leave at the front desk)

Item: *Qíngqù* [sexy/kinky] clothes, perverted style

Phone: 138…

Yang Chen laughed and said, “You’re too ruthless. Are you sure you want to write it like this?”

The girl: “Just write it like this! His online name is Li Bai with Abnormal Discharge. We met online, so writing his online name is reasonable, right? As for the items, they are indeed those things, so it’s reasonable for me to write it truthfully, right?”

Yang Chen smiled and nodded, saying, “Okay! Who pays the shipping?”

The girl: “I’ll pay; I don’t lack that little bit of money.”

Yang Chen nodded and immediately scanned the code to collect the money.

After finishing, Yang Chen left.

The girl stood at the door, a little reluctant, and said, “Handsome, can I call you directly to send things in the future?”

Yang Chen: “You can!”

The girl: “My name is Li Xiyue; what’s your name?”

Yang Chen: “Zhang Wei.”

Li Xiyue: “I’m asking for your name. Isn’t Zhang Wei the name of the previous courier?”

Yang Chen: “Zhang Wei is our code name; I am Zhang Wei now. Bye!”

Yang Chen quickly slipped away, and Li Xiyue chased down a few steps, shouting, “I’m asking for your name!”

Yang Chen ignored her, and Li Xiyue snorted and went back angrily.

Yang Chen returned to his tricycle, waiting for the system to remind him, but several minutes passed without any reaction.

Damn, this delivery doesn’t count as a special task?

Such a *qípā* [weird/eccentric] sender doesn’t count as special?

Alas…

It seems that *qípā* and perverted don’t equal special, so he has to continue working.

At first, Yang Chen was quite comfortable, but from around five o’clock in the evening, he became uncomfortable.

Today is the eighth day of the new year, just resuming work, and there are a lot of backlogged deliveries. Seeing that it was almost dark and they hadn’t received their Spring Festival deliveries, customers were anxiously calling to urge him.

Actually, with Yang Chen’s physical fitness, delivering these deliveries wouldn’t feel tiring.

But the recipients calling one after another to urge him made him feel very uncomfortable.

So, Yang Chen came up with a solution.

“Dear brothers, can you please help me deliver the deliveries in this community?” Yang Chen said to the security guards at the guardhouse.

Security Guard 1: “How is that possible?”

Security Guard 2: “That’s right, you’re thinking too much. It’s good enough that we let you in; you still want us to help you deliver deliveries?”

Yang Chen took out 150 yuan and placed it on the windowsill, saying, “There are 30 deliveries in this community. 5 yuan per delivery, settle the bill immediately after delivery.”

The security guard brothers looked at each other, then suddenly rushed out together.

Security Guard 1: “I’ll do it! Give them all to me; I guarantee they’ll be delivered to the owners!”

Security Guard 2: “Give them to me, give them to me. I’m from the countryside; I’m physically strong and can endure hardship. They’re both city people; they can’t endure hardship.”

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Security Guard 3: “I used to *bānzhuān* [carry bricks] on construction sites; my physical fitness is very good. Let me do it; don’t make things difficult for my brothers.”

Yang Chen said with a smile, “Then we’ll calculate based on the number of deliveries—more deliveries, more money. There must be the recipient’s signature, and the bottom sheet belonging to the courier company must be taken back.”

“Understood!”

“No problem!”

“Hey, don’t *qiǎng a*, leave a few for me!” [*qiǎng a* – don’t snatch!]

…

Several brothers grabbed the deliveries and ran to deliver them, delivering quickly so they could deliver another trip and earn more money.

Anyway, they had nothing to do, and earning 5 yuan per delivery for dinner money was no problem, and they could also please the owners, so why not?

Yang Chen sat on the tricycle and waited for the security guards to finish delivering the deliveries and come to settle the bill with him with the bottom sheets.

The security guard brothers who received the money were extremely happy, but they were a little puzzled.

Although SF Express’s delivery fee is relatively expensive, it’s impossible to give the courier such a high commission, right?

More than 5 yuan delivery fee?

Would anyone still do other deliveries?

Security Guard 1: “Brother, is this industry so profitable? With this kind of delivery, do you still make money?”

Yang Chen: “I don’t rely on this to make money; it’s purely for fun. After delivering all the backlogged deliveries during the New Year, I can slowly do it in the future. Okay, thank you everyone; I’m leaving.”

Yang Chen rode his tricycle and left, whistling.

Several security guard brothers looked confused. Is this a rich second generation experiencing life for fun?

Using this method, Yang Chen quickly delivered all the backlogged deliveries in his area to the recipients.

By the time he returned to the *wǎngdiǎn* [delivery depot], it was already nine o’clock.

The manager was holding a meeting and *xùnhuà*ing [scolding/lecturing] other couriers.

Manager: “Can you guys be a little faster? Overcome the difficulties. The customer service department’s phones have been *bào* [blowing up], customers are urging us.”

“We want to be fast too, but we can’t be fast. Everyone is asking for door-to-door delivery, and they complain if we leave it at the *yìzhàn* [delivery station]. What do you want us to do?”

“That’s right! If we could finish delivering, wouldn’t we? Don’t we want to happily get off work?”

“Manager, if it really doesn’t work, hire a few more temporary workers to deal with this period, and then fire them after the first month of the lunar year.”

“Yes, yes, this is a good idea, hire a few temporary workers to deal with it. Hey, by the way, how is that temporary worker who came today? He hasn’t come back yet!”

…

At this time, Yang Chen walked in with the delivery bottom sheets, saying, “Hello everyone, can we get off work?”

Manager: “Little Yang, have you finished delivering your deliveries?”

Yang Chen: “Finished, the bottom sheets are all here. I’m hungry; I’m going off work to eat.”

Everyone looked at Yang Chen in shock. A temporary worker who just started actually finished delivering the deliveries?

The manager quickly walked over to take the bottom sheets, quickly flipped through them to check, and confirmed that every bottom sheet had the recipient’s signature. He immediately laughed happily.

“Little Yang, I didn’t see that you’re a genius at delivering deliveries. Look, look, why can’t you guys finish delivering, but Little Yang, a novice who just started, can finish delivering?” The manager said to those regular workers with a displeased expression.

Those regular courier workers all gathered around; they didn’t believe that Yang Chen could really deliver so fast.

“Wow, Little Yang, you’re awesome! How did you do it?”

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“I still have a bunch that haven’t been delivered; why can you be so fast?”

“You didn’t ask someone to sign for it, did you? It must be signed by the person themselves.”

…

Yang Chen: “Then you can randomly make a few calls to ask the recipients if they have received it.”

Those regular workers didn’t believe it. How could Yang Chen, who was working on his first day, be so much better than them?

So several brothers really made calls to verify whether the recipients had really received them.

They made ten calls in one go, and the recipients all said they had received them.

Now they had no doubts and all believed in Yang Chen’s ability.

The manager laughed and said, “Little Yang is still awesome! You guys, you’re all lazy, and you insist that there are too many packages to deliver. Little Yang delivered all the deliveries in his area in just half a day on his first day of work, and he also picked up a few pieces. I won’t believe anything you say in the future; I only believe in Little Yang. Haha… Little Yang, good job, keep up the good work, and you can become a regular worker with us in the future, definitely earning no less than those office white-collar workers.”

Yang Chen: “Thank you, Manager. Then I’m off work.”

Manager: “Okay, okay, you go off work quickly.”

Yang Chen waved goodbye to everyone, changed his clothes, and left.

The other couriers were all confused and embarrassed. They really couldn’t figure out how Yang Chen finished delivering so many deliveries.

Yang Chen got in the car to find a place to eat. He only completed one special task today, and he has to work hard tomorrow.

Back home, Yang Chen immediately told Yu Shishi about the Dragon Country version of Starlink, and from now on she would be responsible for buying land, building factories, and other affairs, and Yang Chen would only be responsible for getting the R&D team.

Yu Shishi nodded and got up to draw the curtains.

Yang Chen: “Hey? Why are you drawing the curtains?”

Yu Shishi smiled slightly, *shuǎi le yīxià* [flipped] her long hair, and said, “You know what I mean!”

Yu Shishi turned off the lights and jumped onto the sofa.

Yang Chen: “Calm down! Calm down…”

…

Early in the morning, People’s Daily and other media released the news.

Yu Shishi saw Yang Chen coming down and pointed to the tablet on the table and said, “You’re up; quickly look at the news.”

Yang Chen sat down and opened the tablet to take a look.

“Famous patriotic entrepreneur Mr. Yang Chen and Mr. Huang Hongsen jointly donated the horse head and pig head of the twelve zodiac animal heads in the Old Summer Palace to the Palace Museum. After discussions with relevant departments, the Palace Museum decided to hand over the twelve zodiac animal heads to the Baoli Art Museum for preservation. The Baoli Art Museum will hold a reception ceremony for the animal heads on the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and also welcomes and thanks Mr. Yang Chen and Mr. Huang Hongsen for their kindness. Currently, Mr. Huang Hongsen has confirmed his attendance at the welcome ceremony. Stay tuned.”

Yang Chen came to the kitchen, hugged Yu Shishi, who was making breakfast, from behind, and said, “Why don’t you represent me to attend the donation ceremony of the animal heads?”

Yu Shishi: “Me? I don’t have time to run to *Jīngchéng* [Beijing]. And I don’t have enough status; you should arrange someone else to go. Miss Xue, she has enough status.”

Yang Chen: “Are you really not going? Then don’t say I’m *piānxīn* [being biased].”

Yu Shishi: “*Xīxī* [giggle]… Don’t worry; I’m not that petty. Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face? Get ready to eat.”

Yang Chen patted Yu Shishi’s butt and said, “Okay, I’ll ask Little Nong if she wants to go later.”

At this time, Yang Chen’s phone rang; it was the courier manager calling.

Manager: “Little Yang, it’s already past eight o’clock; why haven’t you come yet?”

Yang Chen: “I guarantee I’ll finish delivering the deliveries. I’m eating; I’ll go over later.”

Manager: “Okay, if you have the ability to finish delivering, then do as you please.”

Yu Shishi asked loudly, “Why are you delivering deliveries again? Don’t you want to drive a ride-hailing car anymore?”

Yang Chen: “Not really; I suddenly wanted to deliver deliveries for fun. I’ll play for a few days and then stop.”

After eating breakfast, Yang Chen didn’t go directly to the courier *wǎngdiǎn* [delivery depot] but went to Villa No. 8.

Xue Yinong was just about to go to the company, and when she saw Yang Chen coming, she quickly greeted him to come in and talk.

Yang Chen: “No need; I’ll leave after I finish speaking. You represent me to attend the donation ceremony of the animal heads on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Other people don’t have enough status; only you have enough status.”

Xue Yinong was overjoyed; she didn’t expect that her status in Yang Chen’s heart was the highest.

Xue Yinong: “Okay! But, will they let me represent you?”

Yang Chen: “The decision is in my hands; it doesn’t matter whether they want to or not. Okay, go to work; I have to get busy too.”

Xue Yinong: “Haha… You’re busier than anyone else every day.”

Yang Chen: “That’s right; I just found a part-time job delivering deliveries; I’m very busy now. Hard work leads to wealth; I have to save more money to marry a wife.”

Xue Yinong covered her mouth and laughed, saying, “Then you have to work hard; it costs a lot to marry a wife now.”

Yang Chen: “Haha… I’m leaving; drive slowly.”

Xue Yinong nodded and waved goodbye to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen drove straight to the *wǎngdiǎn* [delivery depot] and started today’s delivery work.

The other couriers had already started delivering, but Yang Chen hadn’t even started yet.

Manager: “Little Yang, are you sure you can still finish delivering the deliveries today if you come so late?”

Yang Chen: “Don’t worry; I guarantee I’ll complete the task. I’m going to work.”

The manager nodded and helped Yang Chen load the deliveries into the tricycle.

After loading, Yang Chen drove the tricycle away.

“Riding my tricycle, it will never be stuck in traffic. *Xūxūxūxū*…” [*Xūxūxūxū* – whistling sound]

Yang Chen sang and whistled as he drove towards his area.

某 [Certain] office building.

Yang Chen took out the 10 deliveries in this building and then called them one by one to notify them to come down to pick up the deliveries.

When he got to the fifth one, Yang Chen accidentally dropped the cardboard box in his hand.

The cardboard box fell to the ground and vibrated.

“Damn! What the hell?” Yang Chen muttered to himself.

He quickly picked up the delivery and looked at the *miàndān* [waybill]. It only had the sender and recipient information and didn’t say what it was.

Yang Chen dialed the recipient’s phone number and said, “Hello, SF Express. Is this 甄姬拔菜 [Zhēn Jī bā cài – a League of Legends gamer tag]?”

The recipient was a woman, and she said, “Yes. Just leave it at the building management office.”

Yang Chen: “I think to avoid embarrassment when you go to the management office to pick up the delivery, you should come down and pick it up now.”

Recipient: “Ah? Damn it, didn’t we agree on private delivery? Why did they write what it is?”

Yang Chen: “Oh, don’t get me wrong; the *miàndān* [waybill] doesn’t say what it is.”

Recipient: “Then what did you mean just now?

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Oh, you *tōuchāi* [opened without permission] my delivery, right? I’m going to complain about you!”

Yang Chen: “No, it’s because it keeps vibrating. Although I don’t know what’s inside, if a girl like you goes to the management office to pick up a vibrating cardboard box, can you still work here in the future?”

Recipient: “Ah! Quickly hide it for me; don’t let anyone see it, otherwise I’ll kill you and silence you later; I’m going down to get it now!”

Yang Chen: “Okay.”

Hanging up the phone, Yang Chen put the cardboard box back in the car and continued to call other recipients.

Soon, a girl with her face covered tightly and wearing sunglasses ran over and whispered, “Where’s my delivery?”

Yang Chen: “What’s your name?”

Girl: “甄姬拔菜 [Zhēn Jī bā cài].”

Yang Chen: “Oh, it’s you. Haha… It’s in the car; I’ll get it for you.”

Girl: “Still laughing! I’ll really kill you and silence you!”

Yang Chen took out the cardboard box and handed it to her.

The girl quickly put the cardboard box in her arms and threatened, “I warn you, don’t talk about this with anyone. If I hear anything, I’ll die with you.”

Yang Chen: “Beauty, I think it’s normal for adults to play with small things; there’s nothing to be ashamed of; suppressing humanity is shameful.”

Girl: “Is that so? Do you really think so?”

Yang Chen: “Yes.”

Girl: “But other people don’t think so; they’ll only laugh at me. Quickly forget about today; did you hear me?”

Yang Chen: “Haha… Heard, heard.”

Girl: “You’re still laughing! I’ll really kill you.”

After saying that, the girl quickly lowered her head and ran away.

Looking at the girl’s embarrassed appearance, Yang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, but this was a gossipy laugh, not laughing at her for playing with small things.

At this time, the system issued a reminder.

“Congratulations, Director, for completing a special task, current task progress 2/10, please continue to work hard.”

Oh, the second special task is completed.

At this rate, all tasks can be completed in at most ten and a half days.

After all the deliveries were taken away, Yang Chen drove the tricycle to continue delivering other deliveries.

Not long after, Yang Chen arrived at Li Xiyue’s community.

At this time, a “familiar” figure walked past Yang Chen.

Why do I say he’s “familiar”?

A forty-something-year-old with a receding hairline and a birthmark on his face—isn’t this the image of the top fan in Li Xiyue’s mouth who claimed to still be a virgin yesterday?

What’s the most important thing?

Yang Chen saw a life countdown on his head.

“02:32:40, 02:32:39, 02:32:38…”

If this brother is really the top fan in Li Xiyue’s mouth, and he appears here, and there is a life countdown on his head, then will he come to die with Li Xiyue?

Damn it, Yang Chen didn’t call yesterday; he delivered it upstairs directly, and he doesn’t know Li Xiyue’s phone number.

Seeing that the brother had already walked into the stairwell, Yang Chen could only grab a delivery package and chase after him.

The brother heard someone behind him and quickly turned his head to look over.

Yang Chen ran past him and ran to the door of 601 in one breath.

The brother saw Yang Chen at the door of 601, so he went downstairs to wait.

Yang Chen knocked on the door.

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Li Xiyue saw that it was actually Yang Chen, and she was immediately surprised and wanted to shout, but Yang Chen immediately covered her mouth, pushed her into the house, and closed the door.

Li Xiyue was shocked and retreated in a panic, warning, “You… what are you going to do? You showed a gentlemanly appearance yesterday, so it was all an act! I warn you not to mess around; I’m calling the police!”

Yang Chen stared at Li Xiyue with a puzzled expression. Why doesn’t she have a countdown on her head?

Could it be that I’m wrong?

Li Xiyue: “What are you looking at? What does this mean? Although I’m more open when I’m *zhíbō*ing [live streaming], I’m really very conservative; I have a concept of *zhēncāo* [chastity]. If you dare to bully me, I’ll jump down and kill myself immediately, and you can wait to be a rapist and murderer!”

Yang Chen: “Shut up! Do you have that Li Bai with Abnormal Discharge’s photo? Let me see it.”

Li Xiyue: “Ah? Why do you want to see him?”

Yang Chen: “Never mind, just show it to me.”

Li Xiyue nodded with a puzzled expression, took out her phone, opened the top fan’s Moments [social media feed], and showed it to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen recognized at a glance that the brother just now was Li Xiyue’s top fan.

Yang Chen: “That’s right, it’s him! I saw him passing by me just now, and I suddenly remembered how you described him yesterday, so I followed him in. He saw me coming to deliver deliveries and didn’t follow up below. Because of the gift *shuā* [spending] problem, many female *zhǔbō*s [streamers] have been *gàndiào*ed [killed] by the top fans. I think he might be here to kill you, so I came to notify you.”

Li Xiyue: “Ah? Really? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

Yang Chen: “I guarantee I’m not mistaken. I think you’re done for; if he’s *dīngshàng*ed [targeted] you, you’ll be done for sooner or later.”

Li Xiyue was scared and asked with a mournful face, “Brother, what do I do now? Call the police; can I call the police?”

Yang Chen: “Calling the police can’t solve the fundamental problem; as long as he hasn’t *dǎxiāo*ed [abandoned] the idea of *gàndiào*ing [killing] you, can the police protect you 24 hours a day?”

Li Xiyue cried anxiously, saying, “Then what should I do? I’m *zhíbō*ing [live streaming] normally; I didn’t cheat anyone, and I didn’t force anyone to *shuā* [spend] gifts; they *shuā*ed [spent] them themselves; you can’t blame me! Brother, what do you think I should do? *Wūwū*…” [*Wūwū* – crying sound]

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Li Xiyue immediately retreated in a panic, looking at Yang Chen with a nervous expression.

Yang Chen himself has no life countdown, and Li Xiyue doesn’t have one either, but the top fan has a countdown, so what will happen next?