Who wants to be a male model after being reborn? I want to be a male god.

Chapter 363 He is also the eldest lady's retreat ( subscriptions per day)
"How is the rider dispatch system optimized?" Xu Wen asked proactively.

Wan Zhi pulled up a real-time map, which was densely packed with Shancheng's rider locations. "As you said, we have added backup riders in the university area and office buildings. We can now guarantee delivery within 30 minutes during peak hours. In addition, at least riders from Meituan jumped to our company this morning. They are all veterans."

Xu Wen walked to the window. The city lights were bright in the night. He pressed his temples to relax.

When I was taking a break, my phone vibrated. It was Gu Xingruo calling: "My dad just asked me, are you good at fortune-telling? How come you can always strike back accurately?"

Xu Wen chuckled and replied: "Tell him that this is not fortune-telling, it's reading people's hearts."

He doesn't tell fortunes, he just knows something about what will happen in the future.

But that was his secret.

Now all you have to do is pretend.

"So can we finally breathe a sigh of relief now?" She asked quickly, ignoring Xu Wen's pretense.

Gu Xingruo was very afraid that Shancheng would fall in front of Meituan.

After all, this is the hard work of her and Xu Wen.

But now it seems she doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

Xu Wen's voice was calm and reassuring: "Yes, we can hold a celebration banquet in a few days."

The atmosphere in Shan City gradually returned to calm.

Meituan’s Linjiang branch is becoming more and more lively.

The headquarters audit team's raid came swiftly and silently.

At 7:30 in the morning, when Huang Jiangang was still lying on the big bed in the hotel suite, the head of the audit team, Lin Tao, was already standing in front of the gate of Meituan's Linjiang branch with 12 professionals.

Just as the security guard was about to stop him, Lin Tao showed him the emergency investigation order issued by the headquarters. The steel stamp shone coldly in the morning light.

The dramatic scene was captured by surveillance cameras in the office.

The coffee machine at the front desk was still steaming as the auditors filed in.

It was already 9:17 when Huang Jiangang received the call and rushed to the company.

He pushed open the glass door in a suit and tie, his face still swollen from a hangover, only to run into the financial director surrounded by two auditors in front of his computer.

The printer was spitting out paper like crazy, and each sheet had a shocking red mark on it.

"This is impossible." Huang Jiangang's lips trembled and his briefcase fell to the marble floor with a "bang".

Lin Tao walked out of the conference room, holding a freshly printed bank statement in his hand. The edge of the paper was still hot. "Mr. Huang, can you explain the 87 merchant subsidies that were transferred to your sister-in-law's account last month?"

At the same time, in the Linjiang subway during the morning rush hour, push notifications from "Financial Weekly" popped up on countless mobile phones at the same time.

The reporter's carefully crafted long investigation "The Black Hole Behind the Subsidy War" accompanied by a nine-square grid picture instantly went viral.

The third photo shows Huang Jiangang having a tryst with his lover.

When the Weibo topic #Meituan managers withhold riders’ hard-earned money# became a hot topic at 10:08 a.m., related discussions had exceeded 200,000 posts.

Xu Wen chose to accept an exclusive interview with reporters at this delicate moment.

The interview took place in his office.
He was wearing a simple light blue shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

When asked by reporters about his views on the recent chaos in the industry, Xu Wen tapped his fingers lightly on his knees: "Commercial competition should have a bottom line."

The sunlight shone on his face through the glass: "We always believe that real competitiveness should come from products and services, not..." He paused for half a second at the right time.

“Some shady operations.”

The number of views of this interview video on major platforms exceeded one million within half an hour.

Xu Wen’s Weibo account also specifically reposted this interview.

Shancheng keenly seized this wave of traffic.

At exactly 3:00 p.m., the official Weibo account released the topic #安心外卖# and simultaneously launched the “Fully Transparent Query of Merchant Qualifications” function.

They showed off the new features in a demo video.

By simply pressing and holding the store logo for three seconds, users can see more than 20 pieces of data including the merchant’s food safety rating and the validity period of the chef’s health certificate.

What’s even more amazing is that Shancheng has simultaneously updated the “Sunshine Bill” function on the rider side. Every rider can see in real time the precise calculation method of his or her subsidy for each order, which is in stark contrast to the “muddy accounts” exposed by Meituan.

The storm on the merchant side came more violently than expected.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the lights at Meituan's Linjiang branch were on, and representatives from thirty-seven partner merchants filled the conference room.

The leader was Mr. Zhang, who had been in the crayfish business for fifteen years. What he slammed on the table was not a termination letter, but a thick stack of unsettled subsidy applications: "It's been three months! Every time I asked, they said the system was being upgraded. It turns out that all the money was used by your Mr. Huang to support his mistress!"

The defense of Meituan’s operations director was drowned out by the merchants’ roars. Someone shouted, “Let’s go to Shancheng,” and the crowd immediately rushed towards the elevator like a receding tide.

The “Merchant Emergency Assistance Plan” launched overnight by Shancheng was like a timely rain.

We promise to settle the payment within 48 hours, and if it is overdue, compensation will be paid at a daily interest rate of 0.05%.

A large number of Meituan’s exclusive merchants have chosen to open Shancheng channels.

Huang Jiangang's final struggle occurred at ten o'clock the next morning.

He tried to turn the tables by contacting a media tycoon through personal connections, but as soon as the call was connected, he was blocked downstairs of the apartment building by a swarm of reporters.

More than fifty mobile phone cameras recorded how the man fell awkwardly on the stairs, with holes ripped at the elbows of his custom-made suit, revealing the wrinkled shirt underneath.

At the same time, a crisis public relations meeting was underway at Meituan’s headquarters, with a projector projecting six large blood-red words on the wall.

"Cut, immediately, thoroughly."

After the chaos in Meituan’s Linjiang branch broke out completely, Xu Wen held a public media conference at the Shancheng headquarters.

The conference room was packed with reporters who had already set up their cameras, with flashes flashing, waiting for the young CEO to announce the latest data.

Xu Wen stood on the stage, and the large screen behind him lit up, clearly displaying the monitoring results of the "three-dimensional rating system".

The order complaint rate of Meituan in Linjiang area is as high as 15.3%, while the complaint rate of Shancheng is only 2.3%.

"This is not a simple comparison of numbers. Behind the complaint rate is the real feedback of user experience and a direct reflection of the platform's operating capabilities." Xu Wen's voice was steady and powerful, and his eyes swept over everyone present.

He clicked the remote control and the screen switched to detailed data analysis charts. The complaints about Meituan mainly focused on delivery timeouts, food quality issues, and non-receipt of subsidies, while the complaints about Shancheng were mostly about the service attitude of individual riders, and the handling efficiency was extremely high, with an average resolution time of no more than 2 hours.

The reporters in the audience quickly took notes, and someone raised his hand to ask: "Mr. Xu, is Meituan's high complaint rate related to its recent internal chaos?"

Xu Wen smiled slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he called up a set of data: "According to the monitoring of the 'three-dimensional rating system', the operating quality of Meituan Linjiang area had already shown a downward trend before the Huang Jiangang incident broke out, and the recent events have only accelerated this process."

He paused, and said meaningfully: "The core of commercial competition is always the user. If the platform cannot guarantee the most basic service experience, no matter how much subsidies are provided, it will not retain the users."

After the press conference, Shancheng struck while the iron was hot and jointly with the Linjiang Consumer Association officially launched the "advance payment" system.

The system stipulates that if users encounter food quality problems or serious delivery delays after placing an order on the Shancheng platform, after verification by the platform, there is no need for users to argue with the merchant. Shancheng will directly pay cash compensation to users in advance, with the amount ranging from 10 yuan to a full refund depending on the severity of the problem.

In contrast, Meituan is in a dilemma.

As the financial problems of the Linjiang branch were exposed, the headquarters urgently stopped the originally planned large-scale subsidies. The capital chain suddenly became tight and it was impossible to follow up on Shancheng’s “advance payment” system.

What's worse is that in order to seize the market, Meituan had previously promised high subsidies to merchants. Not only is it now unable to deliver on its promises, but the merchants have also collectively defected because of Huang Jiangang's corruption case.

Many restaurant owners who originally signed exclusive agreements with Meituan have turned to Shancheng, and some even took the initiative to hang banners at the door of their stores saying "Our store has settled in Shancheng, welcome to place orders", for fear that consumers will mistakenly think that they are still a member of the Meituan camp.

The senior management of Meituan headquarters was furious and held an emergency meeting overnight to discuss countermeasures.

In the end, in order to restore its reputation, Meituan decided to completely cut off its relationship with Huang Jiangang. It not only handed him over to judicial authorities, but also actively cooperated with the investigation and provided a series of internal evidence.

In court, Huang Jiangang looked dejected. Faced with irrefutable evidence and Zhong Ming's identification as a tainted witness, he finally broke down in court and admitted that he had embezzled public funds and tampered with data.

After the trial, the media swarmed in. Huang Jiangang in front of the camera had lost his former arrogance and could no longer utter a word.

After experiencing this turmoil, Meituan's Linjiang branch was forced to lay off a large number of employees and its business shrank sharply. In the end, it had to retreat back to the group buying field it was familiar with and completely withdrew from the competition in the takeout market with Shancheng.

Shancheng took this opportunity to further consolidate its market share in Jiangxi Province, and its order volume reached a new high.

In the office, Xu Wen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of the city.

Gu Xingruo stood beside him with an unconcealed smile on her face: "Meituan has completely withdrawn from the Linjiang market. Should we consider expanding nationwide next?"

Xu Wen turned around, his eyes deep: "No hurry, digest the victory in front of you first."

Gu Xingruo curled her lips, but knew in her heart that he was right.

Among so many things, he never seemed to miss anything.

She stood side by side with Xu Wen and whispered, "At least now, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

The glass curtain wall of Hongjing Industrial Building reflected the dazzling sunlight. Xu Wen stood in the elevator, watching the numbers jumping continuously.

The first two times he came here, he was accompanied by Gu Xingruo's "little secretary". This was the first time he came here alone. Gu Hong only called him this time and specifically told him not to let Gu Xingruo follow.

When the elevator door slid open silently, Gu Hong was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him. He was wearing a neat suit and did not look like a man in his fifties at all.

The office was still exactly the same as Xu Wen remembered.

The European-style decoration is mixed with a completely mismatched kang.

"Coming?" Gu Hong did not turn around, but the red sandalwood bracelet in his hand made a dull clash sound.

It is clearly summer, but the kang in the office is burning brightly.

The central air conditioner above my head hummed and blew out cold air continuously.

Xu Wen guessed that Gu Hong might be the kind of person who likes to turn on the air conditioner and cover himself with a blanket.

He noticed that there were two cups of tea on the kang table. The green tea was spreading in the glass cups and the heat had become thinner.

Xu Wen didn't hesitate, he walked straight to the kang and sat down.

He got straight to the point and asked, "Uncle Gu is looking for me about Meituan?"

Gu Hong finally turned around, with a sharp scrutiny hidden in the smile lines at the corners of his eyes.

"I read the exclusive interview in Linjiang Daily. 'Commercial competition should have a bottom line.' That's a beautiful statement." He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He suddenly pushed the tablet computer in front of Xu Wen. The screen was playing a loop of the embarrassing scene of Huang Jiangang's suit being torn when he was surrounded by reporters.

Xu Wen didn't touch the tablet.

The heat from the kang came through his trouser legs, and there was also cold air blowing from the air conditioner above him, which made him a little uncomfortable for a moment.

"Meituan planted the bomb itself, and we just happened to light the fuse." He replied calmly.

"Just right? Three batches of evidence were sent to the audit department separately, media revelations and rider rumors fermented simultaneously, and even the 'Guess What You Want to Eat' function was launched ahead of schedule. You have been planning this game for at least two months." Gu Hong suddenly laughed, and his laughter caused ripples on the water surface in the teacup.

Xu Wen didn't know how to answer at this time.

He couldn't say that he had come up with this idea on the spur of the moment and that the evidence was obtained by coincidence not long ago.

This is a bit disrespectful to the boss.

He could only humbly reply: "You are too kind."

Xu Wen picked up the teacup, the water was just warm enough to drink.

This made him sure that Gu Hong had brewed the tea precisely at the time of his arrival.

"Shancheng was just lucky as it happened to encounter uneven distribution of stolen goods within Meituan," he continued.

Gu Hong suddenly leaned forward, and the smell of tobacco hit his face.

"Do you know why I admire you?" He had a faint smile on his face and his voice was neither high nor low.

Without waiting for Xu Wen to answer, he continued: "You turned all this into dominoes, and in the end it was just a slight push."

"Jiang Province is just a small pond." Gu Hong suddenly changed the subject and took out a document from the drawer of the kang table.

Xu Wen glanced at the words "National Expansion Feasibility Analysis" written on the title page.

This was probably done by Gu Hong's subordinates.

That is, the people who asked him questions in the conference room.

"Once we leave Jiang Province, the various large factories and the complicated connections of the local tyrants, Hong Jing's logistics network on the Yangtze River city line can help Shancheng save a lot of effort. You can use these logistics networks to slowly cover the big cities." He stroked the edge of the document meaningfully.

The temperature of the kang suddenly became scorching.

Xu Wen remembered Li Qingyun's warning.

Every gift given by Gu Hong came with a hidden price tag.

He pretended to adjust his cuffs to avoid the other party's oppressive gaze: "Shancheng still wants to consolidate the local market first."

Gu Hong nodded: "It's a good thing that you want to take it slow, but I remember you also said in your business plan that in the takeaway market, time waits for no one, and competitors will catch up soon. I think you need to speed up a bit."

Xu Wen did not reply in a hurry, and silence spread between the two.

"Is No. 13 Middle School going to move to the development zone?" Xu Wen suddenly asked.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to confirm the matter.

Because of his rebirth, many things and many people changed, but this one was definitely the biggest.

Gu Hong's expression froze instantly.

He deliberately used a little force when he put down the teacup, and the porcelain made a crisp sound.

"You don't understand business matters, and people are not omnipotent," he said coldly.

This avoidance is too obvious.

Xu Wen remembered what Chen Tianbao said on the phone, "the internal price is 21,000 yuan per square meter", and also remembered the USB flash drive in the safe that recorded Gu Hong's overseas offshore companies.

The heat from the kang suddenly rushed up his spine, and he moved back half an inch without making a sound.

"I'm old." Gu Hong sighed without warning, his fingers unconsciously stroking the photo frame.

The movement caused his sleeves to move up, revealing the brown age spots on the inside of his wrists.

"Now the world belongs to young people like you." When he said "young people", his eyes swept over Xu Wen's left hand, where he was wearing the ring given by Gu Xingruo.

The secretary knocked on the door at just the right moment.

Gu Hong has returned to being the impeccable business tycoon he once was, as if the brief gaffe had never happened.

"Let her take you there." He stood up and adjusted his suit as if he were putting on armor.

When he walked into the elevator again, Xu Wen saw Gu Hong standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and staring at the city through the slowly closing door.

The setting sun gilded his outline, but made his reflection in the glass blurry.

Just like the truth about the relocation of No. 13 Middle School.

The secretary did not take him out through the main entrance, but took him to the secret elevator again.

While waiting for the elevator, the secretary repeated the password.

Xu Wen didn't forget, but he still listened quietly.

He felt that Gu Hong seemed to be afraid that he would forget about this matter.

As the elevator descended and felt weightless, Xu Wen suddenly figured out a lot of things.

Gu Hong's unusual attention to Shancheng, his huge investment, and the question that was deliberately avoided.

All these fragments piece together a disturbing picture: Gu Hong is paving a way out for Gu Xingruo.

And perhaps I am also part of this retreat.

Xu Wen has already sensed the crisis.

No wonder Li Qingyun specially invited him to dinner to remind him.

He felt like he was experiencing what his predecessor had experienced many years ago.

Li Qingyun didn't come out.

But he asked someone to send a trump card to this young man.

That is the USB drive full of criminal evidence.

The next step for Shancheng is of course to expand nationwide, and Xu Wen cannot stay in Jiang Province forever.

Perhaps if he went out for a while, he could temporarily avoid Gu Hong's influence.

Of course, it is possible to fall deeper.

But even Gu Hong is in danger of looking for a way out. Can he really be Gu Xingruo’s way out now?

No one forced Xu Wen, but he always felt that there was not much time left for him to develop.

When I got back to the car, my cell phone beeped.

Xu Wen originally planned to just take a quick look to see who sent it and deal with it when he had time, but the contact person had the words "Xia Ning" written on it.

He opened the text message, which read: "Before, I asked you to search for my book in the vast ocean. This time, I will send you the manuscript in advance. Please check it."

(End of this chapter)