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Chapter 943 Running a food delivery business and playing with Boss Jiang
In short, Da Chun first asked about the Siren's situation: "Goddess, what's the situation?"

The siren laughed, "You've missed the show! That Helen Goddess and the Black Iron City Merman God have led a large group of mermen pushing cargo ships into the Blackwater River. Our island is too big to enter the inland waterway, so we'll just wait for them to return in the open sea."

Da Chun was stunned: "A cargo ship?"

"It was to celebrate the birth of the new city flower that the Bronze City Lord gifted a ship full of excavators to Iron Flame Village, as a kind of welcoming gift for the new city flower's training in Iron Flame Village..."

Holy crap, an excavator! How come I never thought of that before? No, it's simply impossible.

That's it!
At this moment, Da Chun suddenly had an indescribable feeling—no, he'd had this feeling for the past two days—that his existence was utterly superfluous. Anything he could handle, and anything he couldn't, had been taken care of by powerful beings.

Isn't this the ultimate goal for a boss? As long as the company's systems are sound, the boss can relax, play games, and be the most idle one. Meanwhile, what I'm after in the game is the peace of mind to AFK earn money, then go home to spend time with my wife and kids and do my main job. I can't possibly spend every day in an internet cafe preparing for games all night.

Da Chun switched to his alt account again and checked the progress bar of the healing fruit tree, which was around 20%. There was nothing else for him to do.

Da Chun got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and relieve himself. While squatting on the toilet, he scrolled through videos on his phone and checked news about Evil Spirit Island.

Yes, fishing and boating players in Bronze City and Iron City have already spotted a large cloud of mist. So, Evil Spirit Island hasn't revealed its true form to the players yet, which is reassuring.

Then, while scrolling through my phone, I suddenly came across my work group for the food delivery service. I was appointed supervisor by Xiaoqin's uncle, and I only made a few deliveries on May 1st to show off. Three days have passed now; shouldn't I be working on it? And rightly so, especially before a major campaign like this, shouldn't I be making sure I have an alibi?

At the same time, it also serves as further proof that even when I'm not in the game, my main and secondary accounts can still be managed and operated.

After Da Chun finished washing up, it was almost 6 o'clock. Was that a bit early?
Da Chun tried sending Zhou Qing a text message: "President Zhou."

Zhou Qing immediately replied, "Brother Chun, are you hungry? I'll arrange breakfast right away."

Da Chunhan said, "Well, I'm done with the game, so I'd like to go out and deliver food for a day."

Zhou Qing was astonished: "Brother Chun is delivering food?"

"Yes, it's good to stretch your muscles and joints. Sitting or lying down for three days in a row is not good."

Zhou Qing smiled: "I see. But you have to eat a proper breakfast too."

"Let's just grab a quick bite in the kitchen. We'll leave the same way we did on the 1st. I love this thrill, and I can't let any of the guys in the internet cafe see us..."

Zhou Qing smiled: "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

A moment later, the delivery guy came over with his food cart and knocked on the door: "Brother Chun, are you ready?"

"Ready."

The deliveryman handed over the takeout uniform from the food delivery app, and Da Chun immediately changed into it. Then he squatted down in the food cart, went down the elevator, and pushed it into the kitchen on the first floor.

"Brother Chun, have some breakfast buns first. The soy milk is warm."

Da Chun laughed: "Okay, I love this simplicity."

Da Chun was enjoying his meal, eating one after another, finishing a steamer basket in a few bites, when Zhou Qing called: "Brother Chun, there's a big order, it's for President Jiang's girl group studio, do you want to take it?"

Da Chun laughed: "Has President Jiang been ordering the meal service all along?"

Zhou Qing laughed and said, "That's right, after all, I'm also a shareholder of Fandiantong."

Oh, so this is how Old Jiang shows his concern for you!

Da Chun laughed and said, "Okay, I'll give him this big order."

Zhou Qing laughed and said, "The food delivery truck will pick you up at the back alley intersection later, following the same route as the day before yesterday. Anyway, Chun Ge, don't really overwork yourself. Going to his girl group's place is just as good."

Da Chun was taken aback: "Play?"

Zhou Qing laughed and said, "There are beauties everywhere!"

I haven't showered for four days!
"Row."

After finishing his meal, Da Chun put on his helmet and delivery box and quietly slipped away through the back door. It had been a long time since he'd walked the streets of Shenjiang this early; the weather was starting to get warm. Delivery drivers must have a tough time in this kind of weather.

Da Chun arrived at the alley entrance and saw a minivan with a food delivery advertisement waiting for him. The minivan driver waved and said, "Hello, General Ding!"

Return the general!

Da Chun got into the car and asked, "Is this a car specifically for taking big orders?"

The driver chuckled, "Yes, we specialize in serving our VIP clients who own companies and are familiar with us. We pack dozens or even hundreds of orders at a time. The restaurants are trustworthy; they prepare the ingredients the night before to ensure cleanliness and hygiene, and we don't serve pre-made food. This order is for 80 servings of Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles ordered by Mr. Jiang..."

That's it!

Da Chun felt utterly unfamiliar with the work. Looking at the messages in the work group, he felt even more ashamed of himself as a supervisor, a useless and incompetent figure, practically a good-for-nothing relative of the boss. In this situation, he figured he might as well send a red envelope as an apology, and also use it to make his presence felt by showing up at work.

Da Chun laughed and said, "Big brother, get ready to grab the red envelopes!"

The driver chuckled: "As expected of General Ding, I'm ready!"

Da Chun has earned 100,000 yuan a day for two consecutive days, which is quite generous. He gave out 20 red envelopes with the title "Cooling Down for the Brothers" and sent them out in one go, raining down red envelopes!
Needless to say, a flood of kowtowing emojis instantly appeared in the chat, and the driver was laughing so hard he was dumbfounded: "Mr. Ding, don't move in a bit, I'll do it by myself!"

Da Chun was also incredibly satisfied: "No, I just came here for the event..."

The driver chuckled, "I know, I've been instructed to go visit President Jiang. Mr. Ding, feel free to do whatever you like..."

Um... Zhou Qing arranged this? It seems like she specifically planned for me to go out and have fun. Could it be...?

Fine, let's play then. Old Jiang will most likely still try to get me to help him check and maintain the lines.

Then, the van stopped in front of a rice noodle shop in an alley. The rice noodles weren't packed yet, and the couple were busy packing them up.

Upon seeing the car arrive, the two panicked: "Boss, wait a minute, right away!"

For outsiders with a Yunnan accent, that's authentic rice noodles.

The driver laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Take your time, we just arrived early."

Da Chun asked, "A husband-and-wife shop with only two people?"

The driver sighed, "Yes, it's so hard to open a shop these days. Don't be fooled by the small size of this shop in the alley; the rent is incredibly high. Our boss at FanDianTong (饭点通) specifically partners with these small shops, only requiring genuine quality food..."

The couple excitedly replied, "Please rest assured, boss, you can inspect our kitchen and purchase orders at any time. We absolutely do not pre-prepare food, and there's no high-tech stuff involved..."

Da Chun was deeply moved. Regardless of whether his uncle owned the restaurant or Zhou Qing had invested in it, it was truly touching that it could be run with such warmth in such a profit-driven city like Shanghai. And me? I'm still sitting here doing nothing, playing games. I'm ashamed…

After packing, Da Chun asked about some business along the way, and then arrived at the area around General Manager Jiang's studio. He was surprised to find Old Jiang waiting in a line with several female internet celebrities: "Welcome, General Manager Ding!"

Da Chun said irritably, "Damn it, they're playing this stupid trick again?"

Old Jiang smiled and said, "Knowing that President Ding was coming, we made preparations in advance."

They are either treacherous or thieves.

After unloading the food, the driver said, "Mr. Ding, if you want to run some business, feel free to contact me anytime to pick you up."

Um, actually I want to go out and do sales right now.

Da Chun asked, "Old Jiang, is the line alright?"

Old Jiang laughed and said, "Brother Chun maintained it last month, how could it possibly fall apart so easily? Actually, I think Brother Chun's job as the delivery manager is pretty easy, why don't we reconsider what happened last month?"

Da Chun was a little confused: "What happened last month?"

Old Jiang laughed and said, "Come work for me as a technical supervisor. It's easy here. Look, there's nothing to do for a month, maybe even a year or two. Being a technical supervisor is a really easy job for Brother Chun!"

Holy crap, I bet you got rich from last night's Iron Flame Village livestream, you're even daring to support freeloaders now? Wait a minute! All that 'Brother Chun' stuff, could it be that you already know me…?

Moreover, Da Chun suddenly remembered that Zhou Qing had mentioned on the phone that unless President Jiang gave away the girl group studio, there was no way to discuss this important matter. Moreover, Zhou Qing's exact words were that it would be better to give it to me. So, it's no joke that Old Jiang hired me.
Da Chun changed the subject: "President Jiang hasn't been to the main company for the past month?"

Old Jiang laughed: "The main company's affairs can be resolved with a few phone calls and online contracts. Only here do I feel like I'm starting a business."

Da Chun cut to the chase: "Actually, I've always been quite concerned about President Jiang's personal life. My shareholder in Fan Dian Tong is President Zhou, we're classmates, a perfect match. Doesn't President Jiang have any thoughts about this?"

Old Jiang was both amused and exasperated: "Brother Chun, this is so sudden!"

As they spoke, the two entered the studio's server room. The aroma of rice noodles mixed with the pervasive scent of perfume made Da Chun feel momentarily disoriented; no wonder Lao Jiang was so engrossed in his work that he no longer wanted to go to his main company.

Old Jiang greeted, "Come on, ladies, welcome President Ding!"

The female anchors stood up in unison, like a hundred flowers blooming: "Hello, Mr. Ding!"

Da Chun immediately noticed the change in address. Last time he came, he called me "Brother Chun," but this time he called me "General Manager Ding," indicating that he was deliberately distinguishing me from the "Brother Chun" in the game. After all, the "Brother Chun" in the game wasn't famous back then, but now he's number one in the world—which female streamer doesn't know him? What if some beautiful woman suddenly asked, "Is he the 'Brother Chun' in the game?" Just the thought of the two being associated would be annoying.

Da Chun chuckled and said, "Hello everyone, hello everyone!"

Old Jiang pointed to the big screen and started talking about the game: "This is our girl group's game live stream in Iron Flame Village. They played Curry all night long, and their stamina is almost gone..."

What the hell!

He talked to me about games, which means he assumed I could understand it, and that I was the guy who played Chun Ge, right?

Then Lao Jiang started introducing the female streamer: "This is Holy Gun Wenwen, the studio's number one female streamer, ranked 13,000th globally, specializing in the Gun Paladin class..."

Wenwen smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Ding!"

Da Chun chuckled and said, "Eat slowly, don't burn yourself."

Old Jiang continued, "This is Milk Bottle Qiao, the studio's number one healer..."

Da Chun is sweating bullets! What's with this employee introduction thing? Do you really expect me to take over? Zhou Qing can't stand you hanging out with women, but does Xiao Qin think I can? Absolutely not!

In short, following the host's lead, Lao Jiang continued to introduce them one by one. Da Chun was dazzled by the sights, forgetting the earlier ones as he learned the later ones, and vaguely recalling the hundred dancers and dozens of motorcycle girls in his main account, God Realm. Da Chun couldn't recognize most of them, which was quite remarkable considering Lao Jiang's poor memory.

However, it must be said that the atmosphere in the studio was quite harmonious. I wonder if there were any scenes like those in short dramas where strong women tear each other apart in the workplace?
Just then, a melodious song came from the studio's large screen.

A female team member reported: "President Jiang, it sounds like the mermaid's song, coming from the direction of the Blackwater River, which is more than ten kilometers away."

Ah, that's fast. The mermaid really did push the cargo ship over, which means Sherry is coming to the village soon too.

Da Chun was eager to know what information Lao Jiang had, so he decided to wait and see his reaction.

At this moment, Lao Jiang's reaction was one of static bewilderment.

Holy crap, even Lao Jiang didn't know about the Bronze City excavator? Didn't he know the mermaid personally came to deliver the ship? This information gap is just unbelievable.

However, Lao Jiang still made the right judgment: "Switch the broadcast and take a look at that fog over the sea outside Black Iron City."

Ah, you guessed right!
The large screen switched to nighttime, and the lights flickered hazily in the fog over the outer sea.

The girl group chattered: "It's just like the plague island where Chun Ge was exiled when the game first launched. There were lights at night for a while."

"Maybe the legend is true, that really is Brother Chun's island!"

Ah! Da Chun almost burst out laughing on the spot.

What information gap? What a joke! Any average player could guess that. Who am I trying to fool with all this hiding and concealment? But I can't just ignore it. Perhaps this is what they call a strategy of ambiguity.

Just then, the director switched the camera: "The four city beauties, two nuns, and four witches have all left the tavern and been carried away."

That must be the city flowers welcoming the mermaid. My four witches will also get to know her. Speaking of which, during the Shadow Stream City God War the day before yesterday, the mermaid fought inside the tower, while the five witches fought outside; they must have something in common.

Old Jiang got excited: "Babies, more high-traffic material is coming in, remember to find a good angle for your live stream."

Old Jiang then smiled at Da Chun and said, "This is how our studio makes money: we try to get attention and sell some products along the way."

Da Chun remained silent on the game's events, simply asking, "What kind of goods are you bringing?"

Old Jiang laughed and said, "Before, we promoted cosmetics, but the effect wasn't very good. Now we promote restaurants, like the rice noodles we just ate. But we don't charge the restaurants for advertising; it's purely a way to help them."

Da Chun asked in surprise, "I just went to see this shop. It's a husband-and-wife business. Just preparing these 80 servings would require getting up in the middle of the night. Can they manage?"

Old Jiang laughed and said, "Once we help them up, we can hire workers and get things sorted out."

Da Chun was inexplicably moved: "Old Jiang is a good person too."

Old Jiang was both amused and exasperated: "I've always been a good person, but Chun... President Ding isn't so kind. He wouldn't even let you take on a part-time, hands-off technical supervisor role. If a studio run by a good person like me goes under, who will be able to help these small businesses in the future?"

"Holy crap, Lao Jiang, you're resorting to moral blackmail?"

A group of girls chimed in, "President Ding, come and be the technical director! We warmly welcome you!"

(End of this chapter)