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Chapter 1067 - 745 thirty-three taels of silver_2

Chapter 1067: 745 thirty-three taels of silver_2

"Originally, I was considering how to proceed. If she really plans to go abroad, maybe it would actually be a good thing."

"Bro, let me handle this."

Luo Han volunteered eagerly.

Luo Long looked at him, "Your hand..."

"Bro, didn’t you just say that it’s all about the brains now? Unless you really think that I’m now completely useless."

Luo Han was silent for a moment, picked up his glass, and drank heartily in one gulp.

"If you handle this well, Young Master Fang will definitely take notice of you."

Luo Long, without a word, squeezed the personnel file, his expression cold and stern, turned, and walked out.

Apang Palace.

This time Lan Peizhi did not make her Taoist nun sister Xi Xi walk all the way; she personally drove to pick her up.

As they approached the entrance, they saw someone deigning to sit on the flowerbed by the gate of the Apang Palace, chatting with a delivery guy.

The delivery guy was wearing a yellow uniform, with a helmet on his head and glasses; he was probably around thirty, somewhat refined, but unlike the white-collar workers in the office buildings, his skin showed the roughness and darkened tone of being exposed to the wind and sun over time.

His electric bike was parked next to him, and he was holding a bag of steamed buns, nibbling away – probably hungry from delivering food and squeezing in a moment to fill his stomach.

The delivery guy certainly didn’t realize the young man’s identity beside him; he showed no discomfort and munched on the steamed bun with gusto.

The imposing Maybach slowed down.

The windows rolled down.

The Taoist nun sisters glanced outside.

The two, engrossed in conversation, did not notice at all.

"Is the income from delivering food in Capital City pretty good?"

Jiang Chen was drinking from a water bottle; seeing the older brother sitting at the gate eating steamed buns, he had gotten one for the other man as well.

Back in his college days, when he worked part-time jobs, he had considered delivering food, but he never went through with it. It wasn’t that he was too proud; he had worked as a waiter in a fast food restaurant, so there was no dignity he couldn’t shed. Nor was it the fear of hard work; rather, delivery work required long-term commitment, which wasn’t suitable for a part-time student.

"It’s alright. I’m pretty satisfied," the delivery guy was very talkative. "Like, last month I completed 1300 orders, averaged about 6 yuan per order, so the wage was 7800 yuan. But last month I messed up a cake, had to pay 200 yuan in damages, and another 200 for bike repairs, so they paid me a total of 7400 yuan."

Jiang Chen showed no change in expression. Whether in East Sea or Capital City, flashy cars might be commonplace, but they were not the lives of ordinary people.

"So, how much can you save in a month?"

"As for savings, not much; I’ve got a mortgage back home, the mortgage is 2600, this is the eighth year, twelve more to go. Then there’s my wife and kid back in the county; I need to send them 2000 yuan for living expenses every month."

Jiang Chen didn’t ask whether the 2000 yuan for living expenses was enough.

What could be done if it wasn’t?

He too came from a small city and had experienced his share of hard days.

"What about you personally? With a 2600 mortgage, and 2000 for your wife and child, how much do you spend on yourself each month?"

The delivery guy held the steamed bun in one hand and gestured with the other, "Here in Capital City, I rent a bed space on my own for 1000 a month. You know, 1000 yuan in a place like Capital City is actually very low."

"And your other expenses? You can’t eat steamed buns every day, can you?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

The delivery guy didn’t take it as an insult, and there was no trace of insult in Jiang Chen’s smile either.

"When I’m delivering, I have to rush, so I can only eat something quick. When I’m off work, I usually cook for myself; basically, I don’t eat out at all in a month. Cooking at home is cheaper, about 20 yuan a day."

"That’s 600 a month?"

"Yep."

The delivery guy bit off another chunk of his steamed bun vigorously.

"Delivery work is so tough, with only twenty a day, are you getting enough to eat?"

The guy was indeed not big.

Hearing Jiang Chen’s question, the delivery guy lifted the remaining steamed bun from the bag, "Then I just eat steamed buns."

Jiang Chen chuckled with a smile, holding the water bottle, "With so many places to spend, you probably can’t save much each month, right?"

"Haha."

The big brother laughed, "I have to rent a battery for 300 a month, and I smoke too, pack for 10 yuan, basically need one pack a day, so another 300 a month for cigarettes. I hardly buy clothes; just wearing this uniform is enough. I have two sets, and I alternate between wearing them."

The big brother stuffed the last bit of steamed bun into his mouth, chewed, and said in a stonemason-like voice: "Let me do the math for you, a mortgage of 2600, send 2000 back home, that’s already 4600, then rent and utilities about 1000, 600 for a month’s food, how much is that in total?"

"6200."

"6200 for rent, 300 for the battery, 300 for cigarettes, 6200 plus 300 plus 300 makes it 6800. Then my salary last month was 7800, with 200 deducted for a cake meal loss, and 200 for maintenance fees, I’m left with just 600 in wages. Then I still need to top up my phone, 50."

The brother explained his accounts in great detail, clear at a glance.

It meant that after a month of exhausting work, what he could save was less than 600.

How many delivery workers are there in Shenzhou?

Tens of millions.

The income of this delivery brother is a microcosm of the entire delivery industry.

Not to speak of the savings, the wages received in hand didn’t even seem as relaxed as the rumored tens of thousands.

Jiang Chen did not ask if the other party was happy, nor did he persuade the other party to quit smoking.

Once, he might have been just like this brother, fatigued from chasing money, but the biggest difference was that back then, in his eyes, there was still hope for his future.

"What do you do?"

The brother unscrewed his water bottle.

"I’ve been thinking lately, maybe I should do delivery as well."

Of course, the delivery brother couldn’t understand the meaning behind Jiang Chen’s words, swallowed his water, and quickly advised, "Delivery is very competitive, and it’s hard work with no prospects. For a young man like you, if there’s a way, it’s better to choose a different industry. Moreover, delivering food is considered somewhat shameful."

The brother said, "I came from the mountains, but because my child needs to go to school, I can only buy a house in the county town. They say labor is the most honorable, but I tell my wife not to mention to the teachers what I do outside. I don’t care, but I worry about my child feeling inferior and being looked down on."

Right now, the weather is still okay, but in a little while, when it gets so bad it snows, or during summer, when the sunlight blinds you, the difficulty of doing deliveries will multiply.

"I’m off."

The delivery brother patted his backside and stood up.

"You’ve still got a bun left."

"I’ll eat it in the afternoon if I’m hungry."

The delivery brother grinned, showing his smoke-yellowed teeth, and put the remaining bun in his electric bike’s thermal box.

"Thanks."

He waved his water bottle.

Jiang Chen smiled.

The delivery brother rode away, plunging back into his race against time.

Some people are already giving it their all, just to survive.

Jiang Chen watched his figure merge into the busy traffic.

A mildly familiar fragrance drifted by, not like the scent of perfume.

Jiang Chen turned his head,

"I think delivery services are something Great Wall could consider getting into."

"The delivery industry is already close to saturation."

That delivery brother from earlier could end up with only a few hundred in hand each month, yet countless delivery workers like him, with their sweat, have built a super-corporation valued at over a trillion.

Coincidentally.

This company’s name had just appeared in the material Lan Peizhi sent over.

"The industry might be saturated, but many in it still haven’t had their fill."

"Kill a thousand enemies, harm oneself eight hundred?"

Jiang Chen smiled but didn’t reply, muttering, "Isn’t it always said to use the wealth of the rich to help the poor?"

Lan Peizhi remained silent.

These words were naturally incomprehensible to the Taoist nun sister who had not long descended the mountain.

"Since we can’t compete at the foundation level, we can only unite the strength of the toiling masses."

Jiang Chen mused.

"And recently, I heard something quite interesting."

"A foreign entrepreneur actually advised us to treat our compatriots well..."

The smile on Jiang Chen’s face couldn’t be suppressed, as if he found it rather amusing.

Unfortunately,

Lan Peizhi had no expression, not a hint of a smile.