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Chapter 378 Chen Yansen: If it were Old Ma, they could have issued 100 million tickets on the last day!

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, on Longcao Road, at Shaxian Snacks.

"One chicken leg rice, one duck leg rice, and two bowls of ginseng and old duck soup."

As soon as Chen Yansen entered the door, he shouted to the boss.

"Alright, please have a seat, it'll be ready soon," the owner, a middle-aged man with a thick head of hair, replied cheerfully.

Song Yuncheng followed behind, her legs trembling.

I delivered thirteen food orders in one afternoon and climbed over a thousand steps. I was so tired that I didn't even want to talk.

The 'five-star hotel' Chen Yansen mentioned was actually in Shaxian County!
She wasn't picky about food, and as soon as the owner brought over the chicken leg rice, she immediately started wolfing it down.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you. Order another one if you're not full," Chen Yansen teased Song Yuncheng with a grin.

Song Yuncheng rolled her eyes and didn't say anything. She took a sip of soup and then said leisurely, "Looking at the lowest price of six yuan per unit, it is quite high. But when you think about picking up the food first and then delivering it, which is six or seven kilometers round trip, this amount of money is really not much."

"Young lady, six yuan is quite a lot. It's usually only four yuan. These past two days have been Chinese New Year, and the company has given us all the delivery fees."

A delivery rider at the next table couldn't help but strike up a conversation.

"Delivering food is hard work," Song Yuncheng remarked.

"It is indeed tiring, but the income is not low. The company also pays social security and insurance, plus the base salary, it's eight or nine thousand a month, which is much better than working in a factory," the Kuaipao delivery rider said with a smile.

"There are subsidies and rewards in February, so I might be able to get 10,000 yuan this month," another Kuaipao rider added.

"Not only that, don't forget, there are also orders from Kuai Pao Maicai. Our station's top order deliverer delivered 87 orders yesterday."

"Only 87 orders? That's not high. I had 91 orders yesterday."

"Dude, do you value your money more than your life?!"

"Hehe, I'm lucky. Half of the orders are concentrated in one place, so delivery is not difficult."

Several riders were chatting idly.

"Brothers, I heard the company is having its annual party tonight. Why didn't you go?" Chen Yansen asked abruptly.

"What a question! You didn't go either, did you? Attending the annual meeting would delay your earnings. Anyway, you get a 200 yuan subsidy for not going. Wouldn't it be better to use that money to buy some good food for your wife and kids?" one of the Kuaipao delivery riders replied.

"I wonder if the big boss will come today. I really want to toast him," another rider sighed, full of gratitude.

“My wife broke her leg a few months ago. My boss only paid a few thousand yuan in compensation, which wasn’t even enough to cover her medical expenses. If the company hadn’t bought supplementary medical insurance that covers immediate family members, I would have sold my kidney.”

"Hey? Young man, have I ever told you that you look a bit like the big boss?" In the corner, a Kuaipao delivery rider stared at Chen Yansen for a long time before suddenly asking.

"Of course! The station manager hired me because I look like a big boss."

Chen Yansen took a bite of the duck leg and started making things up.

"Not the same guy? You look so much like him!" Another Kuaipao rider looked at him several times and said with a surprised expression.

"That's right, all my colleagues at the station say so. Do you think I should ask the boss to acknowledge him as my brother? What if he really is his long-lost younger brother?"

Chen Yansen continued rambling, making all the riders in the room burst into laughter.

Song Yuncheng lowered her head, her pretty face flushed red.

The first rider to ask a question silently opened Weibo, found Chen Yansen's photo and compared it carefully, his shock growing stronger.

That's me!
He put away his phone, slowly moved closer to Chen Yansen, and whispered, "Boss, didn't you attend the annual meeting?"

Chen Yansen smiled, and seeing the other party's confident tone, he knew he couldn't keep up the act any longer, so he simply admitted frankly: "The brothers at the annual meeting have President Pei with them, so I came to keep you company."

This extremely honest statement immediately brought tears to the rider's eyes.

"Boss, thank you for giving everyone a raise. Can I treat you to a meal?" the delivery rider said excitedly.

"Then I won't be polite, boss, another order of braised tofu." Chen Yansen gestured.

"Gao Bo, are you kidding me? He just looks like the boss, he's not the real boss. Are you really going to treat him?" A colleague tugged at Gao Bo's arm and tried to dissuade him.

"Are you guys stupid? You can't even recognize the boss." Gao Bo said with a dark face, speechless at his colleagues.

Reminded by him, the others took out their phones and looked Chen Yansen up and down on his face and the screen.

Before long, a chorus of greetings rang out from inside the room: "Happy New Year, boss!"

"Sit down and let's talk! Don't be so formal," Chen Yansen said, waving his hand.

After saying that, he looked at the rider who said his wife had broken her leg and asked, "You earn seven or eight thousand a month, why would you sell a kidney?"

"I bought a house back in my hometown last National Day holiday. I used all my savings for the down payment. The house hasn't been delivered yet, so it's hard to sell it," the rider chuckled awkwardly.

"Didn't the company's legal counsel show up?" Chen Yansen asked again.

"I intervened, and later that bastard boss made me pay over 60,000 yuan in compensation," the rider honestly confessed.

"That's good. The company employs hundreds of legal advisors, so of course they have to serve the brothers. Are there any difficulties?"

Chen Yansen asked softly.

"No." The rider shook his head; he was too embarrassed to trouble the big boss.

They're just being polite; if you take it seriously, you'll really be shameless.

Chen Yansen noticed the other man's concerns and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Tell me about it."

"My wife's leg injury has healed, but she can't do heavy work now," the deliveryman stammered.

"Can you type on a computer?" Chen Yansen asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, I will." The deliveryman nodded quickly in response.

"Give me your phone number, and I'll arrange for her to work in the customer service department of Pinbei Mall later," Chen Yansen immediately made the arrangement.

"Boss, are you going to the virtual city?" the delivery guy asked.

"Online customer service, working from home," Chen Yansen explained simply.

"I don't know how to thank you enough," the deliveryman said, bowing repeatedly.

"Just focus on your work and take good care of your family," Chen Yansen said with a smile.

At this moment, Gao Bo, the delivery rider, came over with a plate of braised tofu and two bottles of beer.

"Boss, let me toast you. May you have abundant wealth, grow more and more handsome, marry seven wives, and have eight children."

"Happy New Year, Mr. Chen!"

"Boss, I'll take it, but you can have whatever you like!"

Five delivery riders from Kuaipao took turns offering him a toast, which Chen Yansen accepted without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, the two bottles of beer were empty.

"I'll give everyone a red envelope, and I also wish everyone to buy a house soon, get married and have children soon."

Chen Yansen took out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the group one by one.

Ten minutes later, he and Song Yuncheng left the Shaxian Snacks restaurant.

As soon as he stepped out, he returned the electric scooter to the staff accompanying him and got into a Mercedes-Benz S600L, heading towards the hotel where the annual meeting was being held.

At 11:30 p.m. that night, a photo of Chen Yansen wearing an orange windbreaker and eating duck leg rice with a deliveryman in Shaxian County quickly went viral.

"Has Shaxian Snacks hired a spokesperson?"

"@Mr. Chen Yansen, whatever Shaxian gave, I, Lanzhou Ramen, will give double!"

"I'm willing to pay three times the price for braised chicken rice!"

"Got it, Mr. Chen loves duck leg rice too!" "Does anyone know which Shaxian restaurant Mr. Chen ate at for dinner? I'll check it out tomorrow!"

The comments section was buzzing with excitement.

Chen Yansen and Kuai Pao made it to the trending searches twice in one day, and their popularity has remained firmly in the top ten.

News reports about Liu Qiangdong delivering packages followed closely behind, appearing below Chen's trending topics.

The following morning, Chen Yansen returned to Xucheng by car, while Song Yuncheng drove back to Luzhou alone to celebrate the New Year.

"Xiao Li, I forgot to tell you, starting in February, the base salary will be adjusted to 16,000."

On the way back, Chen Yansen said casually.

"Thank you, boss." Xiao Li's face lit up with joy, and he instantly felt that the past six months of hard work had not been in vain.

With a base salary of 16,000 yuan, a housing allowance of 3,200 yuan, plus transportation subsidies, meal allowances, quarterly bonuses and other benefits, the monthly pre-tax income is at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

Among my comrades who retired at the same time, very few earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, let alone 20,000 or 30,000 yuan.

In fact, the personnel department had previously selected three drivers from the security personnel. He was the most stable driver, the least talkative, and the most discreet, which is why Chen Yansen kept him on until now.

at the same time.

Chun Shen, Qipan Street.

A light gray Porsche Cayenne slowly pulled up at the alley entrance. Wang Zihao opened the car door, went around to the back of the car, picked up the large and small bags from the trunk, and strode home with his head held high.

"My goodness, a Porsche! Whose relative is it?!"

“I saw Wang Zhanjun’s son get out of the car with my own eyes!”

"Wang Zihao? That fat, dark-skinned guy? Isn't he studying at university in Xucheng?"

"You don't know, his son is Chen Yansen's childhood friend."

"Wow! Wang Zhanjun's family really hit the jackpot."

In the narrow alley, the uncles and aunties from the neighborhood were chatting noisily at their doorways.

"Ziyan, I hear a noise outside. Go out and see if it's your brother coming back?"

Wen Shumei was rolling beef balls with a winnowing basket in hand, so she gave instructions to Wang Ziyan who was standing next to her.

“My brother has the key.” Wang Ziyan held her phone, staring blankly at the chat box on the screen. She had sent more than a dozen messages, but hadn’t received a single reply.

That son of a bitch Chen Yansen, don't even think about coming to my house for a free meal during the Chinese New Year!

Wang Ziyan thought angrily.

"Knock knock knock—!" The knocking on the door grew louder and louder.

"Go open the door quickly, your brother is back!" Wen Shumei's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly urged him.

Wang Ziyan immediately put down her phone and ran outside.

"Brother, where's Chen Yansen?" Wang Ziyan pushed open the door and saw Wang Zihao carrying more than a dozen gift boxes in the distance. Not seeing Chen Yansen, she couldn't help but ask.

“Brother Sen spent the New Year in Xucheng and didn’t go back to Chunshen this year,” Wang Zihao explained.

"Oh." Wang Ziyan felt a pang of disappointment and lowered her head, intending to walk into the house.

"Wang Ziyan! I'm your own brother! Open the door for me first!" Wang Zihao almost laughed out of anger when he saw this.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ziyan snapped out of her daze, ran forward, and opened the courtyard gate for Wang Zihao.

"Where's Dad?" Wang Zihao asked.

“I went winter swimming with Uncle Zhou and Uncle Zhao. They’re probably drinking at a dumpling restaurant right now,” Wang Ziyan replied.

“Sigh, this old man won’t listen to any advice. He’s almost fifty and still messes things up all the time. He caught a cold from winter swimming last year, and you and Mom didn’t even try to stop him,” Wang Zihao said with a stern face.

"Click" sound!
Wang Zihao felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if he had been slapped. He instinctively turned around and, sure enough, saw Wang Zhanjun looking furious.

“Dad,” Wang Zihao said with a forced smile.

“I’m not your father, I’m an old man who won’t listen to advice,” Wang Zhanjun said sternly.

"Just kidding, just trying to lighten the mood. Don't mind it. I bought you tea, cigarettes, and Moutai liquor," Wang Zihao said shyly.

"Maotai? You've got a conscience, kid." Wang Zhanjun's anger immediately subsided upon hearing about the good wine and cigarettes.

"This one is mine, this one is Chen Yansen's gift to you, and the rest are gifts for Ziyan and my mother." Wang Zihao handed out seven or eight gift bags to Wang Zhanjun.

"Where's Xiaosen?" Wang Zhanjun asked curiously.

“He didn’t go back to Chunshen; he should be spending the New Year in Xucheng,” Wang Zihao replied.

"Old Chen is in a bad situation. I advised him back then to kick Xiao Sen less, but he just wouldn't listen," Wang Zhanjun said gloatingly.

He paused for a moment and then said, "Invite your Uncle Chen over tomorrow, it'll be more lively with more people."

That's just Wang Zhanjun's temperament. He might laugh and joke, but he knows in his heart that his son's success is entirely due to Chen Yansen's support.

Now that he knew, he couldn't possibly let Old Chen spend the New Year alone.

“Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would have gone to ask Uncle Chen anyway,” Wang Zihao said with a grin.

After all, Chen Yansen had called him before the holiday and specifically instructed him on this.

"Brother, is there a gift for me?" Wang Ziyan interjected.

“Yes,” Wang Zihao said.

"Which bag is it?" Wang Ziyan looked down and searched.

“None of these.” Wang Zihao suppressed a wicked smile, then turned around, his sphincter relaxed, and a loud fart popped out.

"Give you my ass," Wang Zihao said smugly.

Then, without waiting for Wang Ziyan to react, he swaggered off.
Enter the house.

"Dad, your son has gone too far."

Wang Ziyan pinched her nose and complained, looking aggrieved.

"Go find your mother." Wang Zhanjun carried the heavy Maotai tea and tea leaves, looking completely indifferent.

"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him." I can't very well beat my son before I've even had a taste of Maotai, can I?

Wang Ziyan looked around, pulled a wooden stick from the corner of the wall, and chased after him aggressively.

After much persuasion from Wen Shumei, the brother and sister finally put down their 'weapons'.

"Here, Happy New Year." Wang Zihao naturally wouldn't forget to buy gifts, and handed over two exquisite gift boxes as he spoke.

It's obvious that one was a gift from him, and the other was prepared by Chen Yansen.

the other side.

Chen Yansen returned to the Delta villa area, where the several hundred square meters of rooms were empty.

Mr. Chen wasn't used to sleeping alone, so he took out his phone and sent a text message.

He lay on the soft couch, fed the several golden pigs in the pool, and then got up and went upstairs to his study, where he turned on his computer to check the data backend.

7400 users have already collected all five blessings, and each person can share 1.14 yuan.

With just over a day left until the lottery draw, the scalper price of the "Jingye Fu" lottery ticket has risen slightly, returning to the level of 3000 yuan per ticket.

"If it were Old Ma, he could have given out a million 'Dedication Blessing' cards on the last day," Chen Yansen thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)