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Hundreds of thousands of packaging boxes were hauled into the logistics park's warehouse overnight.

The problem is coming.

We have the cardboard boxes, but who will pack them?

The processing plant has fewer than two hundred full-time employees.

150,000 orders.

Even if each person processes one order per minute, two hundred people working around the clock for a day can only process 28,000 orders.

At this rate, it will take almost a week to send them all out.

However, the platform's delivery time limit is only 48 hours.

If the product is not delivered within the specified time, an automatic refund plus a penalty will be issued.

Li Qiang's voice was hoarse from shouting on the phone: "President Jiang! It's too late! There's simply too late!"

Jiang Chen hung up the phone, stood at the warehouse entrance, looked at the mountain of boxes, and then at the unfinished pig-slaughtering feast in the square in the distance.

He turned and walked into the village committee office, then pushed open the door to the broadcasting room.

He grabbed the microphone.

"squeak--"

The howling sound of the loudspeaker pierced the sky above Jiangjia Village.

"Listen up, everyone in the village—!"

Jiang Chen's voice boomed from the village loudspeaker, echoing through every alley.

"There's work at the logistics park! Help with packing and shipping, paid by piece! One yuan per pack! The more you work, the more you earn, with no upper limit! Bonuses for good performance!"

The villagers were having breakfast, and their chopsticks were slapped onto their bowls.

Those who were taking a stroll immediately turned towards the logistics park.

Those who were reluctant to get up from their heated brick bed could pull off the covers faster than firefighters.

One yuan each?

If you do four or five hundred a day, that's four or five hundred yuan?

You should know that many of these people had drunk themselves into oblivion at yesterday's pig-slaughtering feast. Now, the moment they heard the sound of money, the effects of their alcohol instantly wore off.

In less than half an hour, a long queue formed at the entrance of the logistics park.

Hu La Hua rushed to the front, still wearing her apron, carrying two rolls of wide tape in one hand and a utility knife in the other, looking exactly like a female special forces soldier.

"Get out of the way! Let me in first! I make at least eight hundred a day!"

Jiang Mancang followed behind without saying a word, but he already had two stools in his hands—one for himself and one for his wife.

Jiang Shitou arrived shirtless, his arm muscles steaming in the cold winter wind.

"Chen...Brother Chen! I'm strong! I'll do the moving...moving the boxes!"

Jiang Youfu also arrived, still hungover and staggering as he walked, but he kept muttering, "One yuan per bag... a thousand bags is a thousand yuan... I'm not eating today, I'm just making money!"

The door to the large warehouse in the logistics park was pushed open.

The packing station was lined up in four rows, with jars of strawberry jam neatly stacked, next to foam paper, bubble wrap, and express delivery slips.

Li Qiang stood in the middle directing, his voice hoarse like a duck's quack: "Station one, pack strawberry jam! Station two, pack vegetable gift boxes! Stick the label right in the center! Rotate the bubble wrap two and a half times!"

The entire village, young and old, flocked in, each person taking a workstation and working with both hands and feet.

Hu La Hua sealed the boxes at an incredible speed, like she was on double speed, tearing the tape with a loud cracking sound, managing to seal three boxes per minute.

Although Jiang Mancang was a man of few words, he was meticulous with his hands, and he pasted the shipping labels on each box neatly and squarely.

Even Wang Dagou, who usually walks with his head held high, rolled up his sleeves and joined the assembly line, shouting as he sealed boxes, "Give it your all! Brother Chen said it's daily pay! Cash on the spot after we finish!"

The scene was bustling with activity.

But Jiang Chen stood by the window on the second floor of the warehouse, watching the constantly refreshing order numbers on the computer, his brows still furrowed.

We still don't have enough manpower.

Almost everyone in the village who could come came, plus the factory workers, making a total of four hundred people.

However, orders continue to increase at a rate of 3,000 per hour.

At this moment, Su Qing walked in through the back door of the warehouse.

She changed into a neat tracksuit, her ponytail was tied high, and there was a band-aid on her wrist from knitting a scarf last night.

She glanced at the boxes piled up almost to the ceiling, then at Jiang Chen's furrowed brows, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Brother Chen, this number of people is still not enough. Let me find some free labor for you."

Jiang Chen watched as she took out her phone and quickly swiped her fingers across the screen.

A voice message was sent.

It was exactly 2 PM.

The roar of five sports cars' engines came from the highway outside the village.

An orange McLaren.

A white Porsche Cayenne.

A bright green Range Rover.

There were also two Maseratis in different colors.

Five cars were parked in a row, crookedly parked in the open space at the entrance of the logistics park.

As soon as the car door opened, five young women dressed in haute couture trench coats, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, and with makeup so exquisite they didn't look like they were visiting the countryside, stepped out of the car.

The leader was Zhao Na, Su Qing's best friend from the provincial capital.

Zhao Na pinched her nose with two fingers painted with burgundy red nail polish, looking around with a look of disgust.

The ground was covered with cardboard scraps, and the air was filled with the smell of glue and the lingering stench of meat from last night's pig-slaughtering feast.

"Qingqing, why did you lure us to this muddy place? What happened to the 'super private year-end party'? Where are everyone? Where's the DJ? Where's the champagne?"

The four girls behind them also showed the same look of disgust.

Su Qing came out of the warehouse, carrying five dirty canvas aprons and several rolls of wide tape.

She walked up to Zhao Na and stuffed the apron and tape into their arms.

"Enough nonsense, the party's canceled. If everyone doesn't pack up a thousand items today, nobody gets to eat Jiang Youfu's signature pork stew."

Zhao Na's eyes widened.

"A thousand pieces? Are you crazy? I just got my nails done yesterday, and the nail tips alone cost three thousand eight hundred!"

Su Qing smiled, a smile so sweet it was almost cloying.

"If you don't want to do it, that's fine too. I'll have Brother Chen tow your car to the pigsty and park it there. You can just smell it while we're done, and then we'll take you back."

Zhao Na opened her mouth.

Su Qing added, "By the way, Jiang Youfu is stewing free-range pork raised with spiritual spring water today. It's a limited quantity; you can't buy it online. Only those who finish their work are eligible to have it served."

The five young ladies looked at each other.

Zhao Na was the first to back down.

She kicked off her high heels, rummaged through the car for a pair of sneakers to change into, and then took off her haute couture trench coat worth 68,000 yuan, folded it neatly, and placed it on the back seat.

"Alright, alright! Let's get to work! I've lived for twenty-three years, and this is the first time I've ever done manual labor."

The other four followed suit, changing their clothes and tying their aprons within ten minutes, and then followed the village aunties and grandmas into the warehouse.

The scene was very chaotic at one time.

"That's not how you stick it! The label should be facing up!" Hu Lahua said anxiously, slapping her thigh.

"The bubble wrap has been turned two and a half times! You've only turned it once!" Li Qiang's voice was completely hoarse.

Zhao Na hurriedly sealed three boxes, getting all the tape stuck to her fingers.

Fang Cui, who was standing next to her, couldn't stand it anymore. She snatched the duct tape gun from her hand, sealed a box with a "whoosh" sound, and threw it onto the conveyor belt.

"Watch closely, and follow my example. Press down on the lid with your left hand, pull the tape with your right hand, pull forward—retract—break. Do it all in one smooth motion."

Zhao Na studied it three times and finally managed to produce a barely acceptable result.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced back at Hu La Hua beside her.

The fiftieth Hu La Hua (a type of spicy flower) has already been sealed.

Zhao Na gritted her teeth, stopped talking, and buried herself in her work.

The sun slowly moved from overhead to the west.

The warehouse was as hot as a steamer. The makeup of the five young ladies was ruined, their hair was a mess, and their clothes were covered with glue and scraps of paper.

Zhao Na sat on a pile of cardboard, four of her newly done high-end manicure nails had cracked.

She took a bite of the white steamed bun that Fang Cui handed her, and then scooped a spoonful of strawberry jam from the side and spread it on her.

took a bite.

I chewed it twice.

Then he froze.

"Holy shit."

She covered her mouth with her flour-covered hands.

"This steamed bun with your village's strawberry jam...it's even better than the signature dessert from Pierre Hermé that I had in Paris last time! What is this?! It's outrageous!"

Another girl nearby quickly leaned over and grabbed the spoon: "Really? Let me try it!"

Five people sat around the jar of strawberry jam, dipping their steamed buns in the jam, their eyes shining as they ate.

Six o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Chen came down from the second floor of the warehouse to inspect the area.

The conveyor belts in the shipping area were running at full capacity, and the packed boxes were flowing into the loading area like a continuous stream.

He walked to the end of the packing area and saw five socialites from the provincial capital slumped haphazardly on cardboard boxes.

Zhao Na leaned against a stack of styrofoam boxes, legs spread apart, clutching half a steamed bun in her hand, looking completely out of place.

The other four were in similar situations; some were lying down, some were prone, and none of them could stand up.

Jiang Chen gave Su Qing, who was standing next to him pouring water for them, a thumbs up.

"The people you found are quite useful; they're good enough to feed."

Su Qing rolled her eyes at him and put the kettle on the table.

"Boss Jiang, you really are a capitalist."