Chapter 233: Chapter 204: Southern Sen, Northern Dong; Testing Zhang Xuhao’s Stress Resistance

While Handsome Dong was delivering packages, Chen Yansen was also in Luzhou, delivering food.

The midwinter wind cut like a knife, relentlessly forcing its way into the gaps of their collars.

Kou Zhen and Xia Xiangyu wore miserable expressions, wishing they could zip their windbreakers all the way up over their heads. ’This is no job for a human being,’ they thought. ’We’ve only made one delivery, and I feel like I’m about to die.’

Pei Yi and Kang Guodong were faring better. They had both worked as couriers in University City for a while during Kuai Pao’s early days.

The four of them rode their electric vehicles, following behind Chen Yansen.

"Next order: Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice. Distance: 3.7 kilometers. Pay: 5.2 yuan."

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

Directly in front of him, several staff members from Kuai Pao’s Market Department held up cameras and video cameras, constantly adjusting their angles.

A cold gust of wind made Kou Zhen shudder, but when he saw the camera panning toward him, he quickly put on a diligent and focused expression.

As the head of the Rider Department, Xia Xiangyu was not only silently suffering but also deep in thought. ’Is it fair to put the entire burden of the 29-minute delivery window on the riders? Why can’t Kang Guodong’s tech department plan more reasonable delivery routes? Why can’t the order assignments and rider dispatching be based on proximity?’

At that moment, Xia Xiangyu felt the riders’ pain firsthand. Even though Kang Guodong was one of Kuai Pao’s shareholders, he couldn’t help but feel a bellyful of complaints. ’I’m going to give the tech department a piece of my mind when I get back!’ he vowed to himself.

After all, the couriers in the Rider Department were, to put it bluntly, official Kuai Pao employees. They signed the same employment contracts as the people sitting in the head office.

The only difference was their income.

Chen Yansen weaved left and right through the streets and alleys, quickly spotting the sign for Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice.

Holy cow!

The shop was actually right next to a public toilet. A balding, middle-aged man in a grease-stained apron was frantically tossing a wok.

Besides Chen Yansen, two other Kuai Pao Riders were sitting on their electric vehicles, waiting for the restaurant to prepare their orders.

Apparently, this Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice was doing booming business on the platform.

Just then, Pei Yi and the others caught up on their electric vehicles.

"President Pei? President Kang?"

"Fuck! And President Kou and President Xia!"

The two deliverymen recognized them immediately. They hopped off their electric vehicles and rushed over with big smiles to greet them.

"How many orders have you delivered today?" Chen Yansen asked.

"Huh? Brother, are you new? You look familiar, but I haven’t seen you at the station before," the slightly older delivery rider asked, staring at Chen Yansen with a puzzled expression.

"This is Kuai Pao’s big boss, Mr. Chen Yansen," Xia Xiangyu said from the side, his tone casual.

’Kuai Pao’s big boss, Chen Yansen? The multi-billionaire?’ The two deliverymen looked at each other in disbelief. If those words hadn’t come from Xia Xiangyu’s mouth, they wouldn’t have believed it in a million years.

This young man in front of them, wearing a helmet and a Kuai Pao uniform, was actually the big boss worth tens of billions?

The deliveryman Chen Yansen had addressed stared blankly for a moment, then quickly recovered and answered with a smile, "Boss, I’ve delivered 39 orders today, earning 218 yuan."

Kuai Pao’s pay-per-order rate might seem low, but when combined with a monthly base salary of 1,500 to 2,000 yuan, almost all official riders could earn over 7,000 yuan a month.

"It’s only three in the afternoon. You could probably do 60 to 80 orders in a day!" Chen Yansen said with a smile.

"Boss, Brother Li is the order king of our station. He never does less than 80 orders a day," the other rider chimed in, mustering his courage.

"Then you’re way better than me. This is only my second order," Chen Yansen joked with a smile.

"Boss, you’re the one who makes the real money. I... I just sell my brute strength. I can’t compare to you."

Li Zhou gave a bashful smile, wringing his hands awkwardly.

"Being the order king doesn’t matter. Making money is important, but you have to look after your health too," Chen Yansen said, showing his concern. "Are you going to the annual party tonight?"

Kuai Pao’s annual party was being held at a four-star hotel in Luyang District. Due to the special nature of the food delivery industry, only 30% of the riders could be scheduled to attend.

The rest of the riders had to continue delivering orders to keep the service running smoothly.

However, regardless of whether they attended the party or not, everyone could participate in the raffle and receive a year-end bonus ranging from 3,000 to 10,000 yuan.

"Boss, I... I didn’t sign up," Li Zhou said with a chuckle, scratching his head.

Going to the annual party meant a big feast, but it also meant losing out on about 200 yuan from the evening’s deliveries.

Li Zhou was unwilling to waste time he could be using to make money!

Chen Yansen fell silent, not pressing the issue. He then turned his gaze to Kou Zhen and asked, "Have you noticed any problems?"

Kou Zhen froze for a second. He glanced back and forth between the riders and the restaurant, and his heart sank. He answered honestly, "The sanitary conditions of this shop are a bit of a problem."

"Guodong, as soon as possible, add a module to the store’s information page for real-life photos of the establishment. It should include the storefront, the back kitchen, and the dining area. Have the on-the-ground BD team handle this task," Chen Yansen instructed Kang Guodong, seeing that Kou Zhen had spotted the issue.

Since this shop was able to get on the Kuai Pao platform, he figured its business license and food hygiene permit were all in order.

He wouldn’t proactively ban shops like this, but he had to show users the most authentic side of the business, putting the choice in their hands.

"Boss, I’ll start rectifying this tomorrow. For businesses like Old East Gate Fried Rice, I will raise the auditing standards accordingly and act as the first line of defense for our users."