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Chapter 1280 - 883 copying homework_2
Chapter 1280: 883 copying homework_2
The Taoist nun sister remained silent.
Jiang Chen furrowed his brow slightly, sensing something was off, and reminded her again, "Driver’s license."
The Taoist nun sister finally spoke.
"I don’t have one."
"..."
"..."
Not only Jiang Chen, even the traffic police officer outside the car seemed a bit flustered.
In his career manning the post, he had encountered plenty of drunk drivers, but someone driving without a license who admitted it so brazenly—this was a first.
Although the other party was stunningly beautiful, to the point of looking almost unreal, the traffic officer maintained his integrity, his expression becoming stern.
"Turn off the engine and step out of the car!"
"You don’t have a driver’s license?" Jiang Chen was caught off guard. Along the ride earlier, her driving skills had seemed quite solid, but he had forgotten—being able to drive and having a license were two entirely different things.
"Turn off the engine and step out of the car."
The traffic officer issued the warning again.
Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh in frustration and looked out the window, attempting to explain forcefully, "Officer, it’s a misunderstanding. She probably has a license but just didn’t bring it with her."
"She just said herself that she doesn’t have one. Last warning—turn off the engine and get out of the car!"
Jiang Chen was helpless. "Let me make a phone call."
"No matter who you call, it’s useless. Don’t drag anyone else into this."
A few minutes later.
Jiang Chen and the Taoist nun sister stepped out of the car and switched seats.
"When your senior sister taught you how to drive, didn’t she tell you that you need a license to drive?"
Amid Jiang Chen’s nagging, the car started up again.
Great Wall Group.
Jiang Chen didn’t even have time to eat.
By the time he entered the meeting room, Cao Jinse and Lan Peizhi were already seated.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"No problem. It’s our oversight—Taoist Duanmu’s license is already taken care of."
Cao Jinse’s lips curled into a faint smile, almost teasingly.
From being caught driving without a license to this moment, at most, an hour had passed, right?
Besides, the Taoist nun sister had stayed in his car the entire time.
As Jiang Chen took his seat, he discreetly glanced at Lan Peizhi.
The other party seemed entirely natural.
Jiang Chen quickly withdrew his gaze.
Running away had its benefits.
Time is the greatest magician—it can erase all hatred.
"Why didn’t you invite Miss Shi to join us?"
"She authorized me to represent her entirely."
After a discussion with Meng Meiling, when he came to Beijing this time, he had deliberately extended an invitation to Shi Qianxi. After some thought, she ultimately declined.
In East Sea, that witch could make rich heirs tremble just with her looks—but here?
Probably no one would want to play second fiddle to someone else.
"Alright then, let’s begin."
With only the big three present, there was no need for cumbersome formalities. Cao Jinse got straight to the point.
"Kangaroo has announced a two-hundred-billion-dollar investment in a housing project for delivery riders. The main purpose of this move is clearly to demonstrate its resolve to us. I personally believe Kangaroo’s underlying message is to intimidate us into retreating from the market."
Cao Jinse continued, "But since Great Wall Special Delivery launched, its growth has been quite positive. We’ve now secured 28% of the food delivery market, and the number of frontline riders is increasing daily. Giving up at this point does seem like a considerable loss. Aunt Lan, what’s your take?"
"I haven’t been involved in the food delivery department. Let’s hear from the person in charge first."
Lan Peizhi looked at someone, her expression unreadable, as if she had forgotten all past events.
Jiang Chen exchanged a glance with her, but only briefly, before quickly looking away.
He turned to Cao Jinse, "I think your assessment is correct. Kangaroo is indeed raising the stakes to force us out of the delivery market. Now that Kangaroo is making a grand show of its ten-thousand-unit housing project, if we don’t follow suit, it will harm our reputation and erase all the goodwill we’ve built so far."
"So, we have two options. One, we exit the delivery market altogether. Of course, I don’t see this as a failure, considering Kangaroo’s efforts have already come at a steep cost." Cao Jinse picked up the thread.
From her tone alone, her stance was easy to discern.
"But we’ve invested a lot as well," Jiang Chen pointed out matter-of-factly.
Since the delivery project was entirely funded by him personally, without anyone else contributing, it was only natural for Cao Jinse to speak so lightly.
That said.
His investments had already yielded returns.
Perhaps hearing his "resentment," Cao Jinse, who had been interrupted, gave him a glance.
"Go ahead," Jiang Chen said.
"The second option is to move quickly, compete with Kangaroo financially, and see who folds first. But should we lose, the losses will be significantly greater than if we pull out now."
Cao Jinse laid out the stakes.
Her stance was already apparent—similar to that of Shi Qianxi. Jiang Chen’s gaze shifted toward Lan Peizhi.
"I’d like to hear your opinion."
Your opinion.
No longer "Miss Lan."
Discussing the main agenda, Cao Jinse didn’t seem to notice the subtle shift and also looked at Lan Peizhi.
"The costs outweigh the benefits."
Lan Peizhi said only four words, but her stance was clear as day.
Of the four shareholders, the other three were unanimously aligned.
That said.
Jiang Chen knew they were all considering his interests.
"The reason Kangaroo can put up 200 billion this time is thanks to Hippo’s funding. For Hippo to go all out like this shows it has made up its mind—it will back Kangaroo at any cost to win this war. That means more funding will keep pouring in."
"Exactly. Like Aunt Lan said, unless you can bring down Hippo, this war likely won’t have any victors," Cao Jinse stated solemnly. "In business, it’s not about short-term wins or pride. We’re newcomers in the food delivery field; losing is normal. There are plenty of other arenas, not just this one."
"There are indeed many arenas. But in the food delivery industry, we entered with fanfare. If we leave so abruptly, how will the public perceive us?"
Cao Jinse chuckled lightly. "That’s just how business is. Smooth sailing is a myth. In no time, the public will forget."
"The public may forget, but what about the delivery riders?"
"You’ve already greatly improved their circumstances," Cao Jinse stated—not as a consolation, but as a matter of fact.
Not to mention employee housing—before Great Wall Special Delivery launched, delivery riders braving the elements were often just temporary labor with no formal employment contracts.
"The riders’ conditions have indeed improved significantly, but only for now."
Cao Jinse frowned slightly, not quite understanding.
"If we retreat, Kangaroo will secure its monopoly again. Even competing with Baoleme will no longer be a concern for them. Considering Kangaroo’s previous actions, once the threat is gone, will they continue to uphold the current policies? Will those 200 billion housing units ever truly materialize, or will they just be abandoned mid-project?"
Jiang Chen spoke unhurriedly, "And what about our riders and merchants? They chose us. What are we supposed to offer them in return?"
When he finished, the meeting room fell into silence.
Perhaps neither Cao Jinse nor Lan Peizhi had expected this man to contemplate concerns a typical entrepreneur would never consider.
"The most painful thing in this world is glimpsing hope, only for it to vanish. If that’s the case, it’s better that hope never appeared at all."
"You take responsibility for them—but who will take responsibility for you?"
As Cao Jinse remained silent, Lan Peizhi spoke up.
"They’ll only care about who pays them more or who provides bigger homes. They won’t think about how the wages got higher or where the homes came from."
Blood Guanyin was, after all, Blood Guanyin—always so real, so bluntly honest.
Jiang Chen looked over. "Why did we choose the name ’Great Wall’ in the first place? If Qin Shi Huang had thought that way back then, the Great Wall wouldn’t exist today."
Cao Jinse laughed. "That reminds me of a joke: ’I am Qin Shi Huang—send money.’"
Even Lan Peizhi couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips lift slightly.
Cao Jinse sighed.
"Alright, you’ve successfully convinced me and Aunt Lan. Now, tell us your plan."
At the end of the day.
The reason these individuals could gather together wasn’t just for wealth or fame.
"Copying homework—anyone can do that. Hippo wants to wage a proxy war with us? Let’s copy theirs instead."
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