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[The top floor again! What kind of incredible luck does Chen Feng have! Yang Fan almost died climbing seven floors, and Chen Feng also drew the seventh floor!]

Are Chen Feng's top floor and Yang Fan's top floor the same? Who is Chen Feng? The man who broke the world record for underwater breath-holding, what's a mere seventh floor?

With Chen Feng's stamina, let alone the seventh floor, even the seventeenth floor would be a matter of a few breaths.

[Yang Fan: Why did I almost die climbing seven floors, while Chen Feng climbed seven floors like it was nothing?]

Electric vehicles drive into old residential areas.

Chen Feng parked the car, removed the keys, and got out with the takeout.

I was just about to climb the stairs.

Suddenly, the window on the seventh floor was pushed open, and a middle-aged man poked his head out, shouting at him, "Don't send it up!"

Chen Feng paused, looked up at the window, and looked puzzled.

"Why not deliver it upstairs? It says it should be delivered to your doorstep."

"Climbing the stairs is too tiring, use a rope to lower me up! I have a rope!"

Chen Feng stood still: "Use a rope? I don't have any rope."

"Wait a minute!" The man pulled his head back in, and less than a minute after the window was empty, a knotted rope was lowered from the second-floor window. A plastic basket was tied to the end of the rope, and a stone was placed in the basket to keep it balanced.

The basket swayed precariously in mid-air.

"Put the takeout in the basket! I'll pull it up!" The man's voice came from the window again.

Chen Feng looked at the plastic basket hanging in the air and chuckled.

He put the takeout bag into the basket.

Then the rope began to be pulled up, and the basket slowly rose with each pull, eventually being pulled inside through the seventh-floor window.

A man's voice came from the window: "Received! Thanks for your hard work!" Then the window closed.

Chen Feng stood downstairs and looked up at the closed window.

"This works? This delivery is so easy."

Jiang Jingyan stood to the side, having witnessed the entire scene, and smiled, "You're really lucky today."

[Hahaha! What an amazing customer! If every top-floor customer did this, it would be fantastic!]

[Chen Feng is incredibly lucky! He met a divine customer! Yang Fan wasn't so fortunate!]

Yang Fan nearly died climbing seven flights of stairs, while Chen Feng waited for him at the bottom after escorting him seven flights. This illustrates the difference between people.

Yang Fan: I'm so envious!

If Yang Fan had witnessed this scene, he'd probably have coughed up blood on the spot. Why?!

Chen Feng took out his phone, tapped "confirm" on the delivery page, then put the phone back in his pocket and turned to look at Jiang Jingyan: "Next order?"

Jiang Jingyan had already gotten back into the back seat, his helmet buckled up. "Mm."

The delivery truck sat slowly on the street in the afternoon.

Wu Yurong was driving the delivery truck from the driver's seat.

Yang Fan was idly scrolling through his phone when he suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "What if Chen Feng sends it to the top floor? That would mean climbing the stairs."

Wu Yurong rolled her eyes inwardly.

Do you think he's as useless as you?

But she didn't say it aloud; she needed to maintain the image of a "loving couple." She suppressed her emotions and tried to remain calm: "He must have great stamina, after all, he's the kind of person who can stay underwater for so long without any problems."

Yang Fan pursed his lips and put his phone down: "That's not necessarily true. Swimming and climbing stairs are two different things. Swimming uses lung capacity, while climbing stairs uses your legs. How good can his legs be?"

Wu Yurong did not respond.

She didn't want to discuss Chen Feng any further.

[Yang Fan was actually worried that Chen Feng couldn't climb the stairs? Chen Feng had already delivered the takeout! And he didn't even climb the stairs! The customer hoisted it up in a basket!]

[Who can blame them for being lucky? Yang Fan nearly died halfway up the seventh floor, while Chen Feng was hoisted up while waiting for his takeout downstairs. That's the difference.]

[Someone go tell Yang Fan! Let him know how Chen Feng delivered it! Make him furious!]

If Yang Fan knew that Chen Feng's customers were willingly lowering ropes to hoist the takeout orders, he'd probably smash his phone on the spot.

Yang Fan looked down and continued scrolling through his phone.

Wu Yurong gripped the steering wheel.

After turning into the old residential area.

I ran into two people walking out.

Chen Feng and Jiang Jingyan.

"Are you here to deliver food?" Wu Yurong asked.

Chen Feng nodded. "Mm."

Yang Fan immediately asked, "Which floor?"

"Top floor, seventh floor."

"You must have been very tired climbing the stairs?"

Chen Feng glanced at him. "I didn't climb."

Yang Fan was taken aback.

"Why? This building has an elevator?"

"no."

"Then how did you get the takeout inside?"

"The food delivery flew up there by itself."

"Are you kidding me? Don't give me that. I think you actually crawled, but you're just pretending you're not."

Chen Feng gestured with his chin toward the building behind him.

"It's really not true that the customer put a basket down himself and then hoisted it up."

Yang Fan followed his gaze and saw that the windows on the seventh floor were tightly closed, and nothing could be seen.

"You can do that?"

Chen Feng asked, "Which floor do you deliver to?"

Yang Fan glanced at his phone screen. "Top floor."

Chen Feng glanced at his phone as well. "Could it be from the same company?"

Yang Fan showed him the address: "702".

Chen Feng glanced at it.

"701. Not the same one, but the one next door."

Yang Fan put his phone back in his pocket and looked up at the seven-story building.

"It's okay, I'll just ask the customer to put a basket down. That way I won't have to climb."

When Yang Fan dialed the number, his tone was quite confident. "Hello, this is the courier. I've delivered your package. Could you put a basket down for me? I'll put the package in, and you can pull it up yourself."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"There is no basket."

"Then you can just make one temporarily. Your neighbor in room 701 has the same thing. I just saw it, it was also hoisted up."

"Are you crazy?" the other person's voice rose a fraction. "Why should I do that? Your delivery guy won't bring it upstairs; you expect me to hang myself?"

Yang Fan tightened his grip on his phone.

"No, what's wrong with you using a basket? Why are you being so hostile towards a deliveryman like me?"

"You're sick." The other person hung up after saying that.

All that was left on the phone was the busy tone.

Yang Fan stood there, his phone still pressed against his ear, not putting it down for a long time.

Chen Feng glanced at him. "Looks like you'll have to go up there yourself."

Yang Fan put his phone back in his pocket.

"Who is this person? The seventh floor! Making me climb up! It's not like I built this building, why should I climb it! The neighbor can put a basket there, why can't he! I don't want to give this kind of recipient any kind of face! Just because he complained about me, I have to be subservient? What a trashy recipient!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from above, and half a head popped out of a seventh-floor window. The voice was furious, and the motion-activated lights in the entire building were jolted into brighter mode.

"Who are you calling trash? I heard you!"

Yang Fan suddenly looked up, his anger instantly turning into panic.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean you."

"Who are you trying to fool? I recorded it! I recorded every single word you said! I'm filing a complaint! You wait! I'm calling your company right now!"

The head shrank back in.

The window slammed shut.

Yang Fan stood there, his neck tilted back, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him, and he froze at the entrance of the building.

Yang Fan slowly lowered his head, as if he had thought of something.

He muttered to himself, "It's over, this deal is going to be a complete waste of time."