Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

Shenzhen, Meituan headquarters building.

The blinds in the office of the deputy director of the marketing department were drawn tightly shut.

"Bang."

An exquisite bone china coffee cup was slammed onto the desk.

Brown liquid splattered, staining the Longhai City takeaway market research report on the table.

"Is the world hungry? Where did this lousy name come from?"

Deputy Director Zhou Bapi tugged at his tightly bound tie, his fat face full of disdain.

He pointed to the bright yellow logo on the report and exhaled a heavy breath from his nostrils.

"A local thug who started out in a bathhouse and loan sharking business thinks he understands the internet just because he rang the Nasdaq bell?"

"They still dare to snatch this lucrative O2O market right under our noses?"

Across from the desk, Lao Liu, the area manager for Longhai City, was hunched over, carefully wiping the coffee stains off the table with a tissue.

His forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

"President Zhou... Sihai Group has too deep roots in Longhai City."

Old Liu swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"That boss of theirs, Mr. Su, doesn't do things the way they do. I heard that the deliverymen this time are all people from their former security and debt collection departments."

"Debt collection department?"

Zhou Bapi sneered, leaned back in the leather boss's chair, and looked at him with disdain.

"What? You're bringing a knife to someone's hand while delivering takeout? This is a society governed by law. We're playing the game of capital, a subsidy war!"

He opened the drawer, took out a red-headed document, and threw it in front of Lao Liu.

"Here you go. The group has approved a special subsidy of 50 million."

Zhou Bapi crossed his hands behind his head.

New users get a 20 RMB discount on their first order! Existing users who refer new users will receive an additional 50 RMB no-minimum-spend coupon!

"Tell the riders below that their delivery bonuses will be doubled. I'm going to use this 50 million to smash a hole in Longhai City's food delivery market!"

He narrowed his eyes, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"In less than half a month, I'll make sure that 'Sihai Ele.me' thing can't even get a single order and is completely kicked out of Longhai City."

Old Liu picked up the document as if it were a treasure.

"Understood! Don't worry, Mr. Zhou! With this 50 million, our Meituan delivery rider army will absolutely crush them!"

……

Two days later.

Longhai City was hit by a once-in-a-century rainstorm.

The sky was overcast, like the bottom of a pot, and large raindrops pounded on the asphalt road, stirring up layers of white mist.

In the city center's food street, the floodwaters were already above ankle level.

A row of Meituan delivery riders in blue vests huddled under the eaves of shops on the street, shivering.

The raincoat flapped loudly in the strong wind, and the electric scooter sat in the water, looking like a pile of scrap metal.

"This awful weather, whoever wants to give it to me can give it to me."

A young rider in a blue vest grumbled as he wiped the rain off his face.

He stared at the endless stream of overdue orders popping up on his phone screen and impatiently pressed the reject button.

"Would you risk your life for an extra ten yuan in delivery fees? The water in that underpass ahead is waist-deep; any electric scooter that goes through would be totaled."

Several riders nearby shared the same sentiment and nodded in agreement.

"Exactly, no matter how much subsidy you receive, you still need to be alive to spend it."

"Let's wait until the rain subsides a bit. The customers understand anyway. Even if they order takeout today, it'll just be cold rice and mushy soup by the time it arrives."

Just as they were hiding under the eaves smoking and chatting.

"Buzzing—"

A piercing roar of an electric scooter motor pierced through the dense rain.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a wild, beast-like frenzy.

The men in blue vests looked in the direction of the sound.

A blindingly bright yellow lightning bolt shot out from the rain curtain.

That's a person.

A man wearing a bright yellow windbreaker with the logo "Sihai Eleme".

He wasn't wearing a raincoat, letting the torrential rain pound on his head.

It was a shiny bald head, its surface gleaming with an eerie, cold light in the rain.

Lei Hu had an unlit cigarette butt dangling from his mouth and gripped the handlebars of the electric scooter tightly with both hands.

The off-road version of the electric vehicle, equipped with a waterproof battery, creaked under the weight of his more than 200 pounds.

Two black elastic ropes were tightly tied to the huge insulated box in the back seat of the car.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way!"

Lei Hu roared at a private car blocking his way, his voice as loud as a broken bellows.

The sound drowned out the thunder.

The private car owner was startled and quickly swerved to make way.

Lei Hu suddenly twisted the accelerator.

The electric scooter's rear wheel slipped wildly in the floodwater, splashing mud and water up to a height of two meters.

Instead of slowing down, he leaned forward like a reckless race car driver.

They plunged straight into the underpass where the water was waist-deep.

The men in blue vests under the eaves were completely dumbfounded.

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground and was extinguished by the rain.

"Holy crap... is this guy crazy?"

The young rider rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"The water was so deep it could even submerge the exhaust pipe. Wouldn't his beat-up electric scooter short-circuit?"

The voice just fell.

Then they saw the yellow figure struggling to wade through the floodwaters in the tunnel.

Sudden.

Lei Hu braked suddenly, splashing water everywhere.

He pushed off with his long legs and stood in the thigh-deep water.

"Oh no! Water got into the motor?"

The men in blue vests sneered gloatingly, "Serves them right, they got what they deserved for being so pretentious."

However, the next second.

Lei Hu's actions shattered their understanding of the "food delivery rider" profession.

The bald, burly man bent down and grabbed the chassis of the electric scooter with his large, fan-like hands.

"Hey!"

It was accompanied by a deafening growl.

The veins on his neck bulged, his face was flushed red, and the scars on his face were twisted into a mess.

The modified electric vehicle, weighing over 100 kilograms, was accompanied by a full load of insulated boxes.

He literally lifted him out of the water!

He held it above his head!

"My goodness..."

The young rider's legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the steps.

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

Lei Hu carried the electric scooter like a suicide squad member charging into battle with a bomb.

He strode across the waist-deep water.

Rainwater streamed down his sharply defined muscles.

The imposing presence made it seem as if what lay ahead wasn't a puddle, but rather an enemy position.

We exited the tunnel.

He slammed the electric scooter to the ground.

I tried twisting the throttle a couple of times, and the motor emitted a few short, mournful cries before completely breaking down.

Lei Hu spat out a mouthful of rainwater and cursed.

"This piece of junk is delaying my delivery."

He glanced at his phone screen; there were still five minutes left before the timeout.

Without saying a word.

He untied the elastic strap on the back seat and removed the huge yellow insulated box.

He simply hoisted it onto his broad shoulders.

He swung his two thick, long legs, wading through the puddles, and ran wildly towards the residential area two kilometers away.

It was even faster than an electric scooter.

There was a deathly silence under the eaves.

"This...this is for food delivery?"

A man in a blue vest swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Is this some kind of special forces cross-country run with heavy loads?"

It's not just Lei Hu.

On this afternoon when the rain was pouring down.

A magical scene was unfolding throughout the streets and alleys of Longhai City.

The unfinished building area in the west of the city.

Er Lengzi was riding his electric scooter when a makeshift red brick wall blocked his way.

The rider in the blue vest looked at the wall, reluctantly canceled the order, and prepared to take a detour.

Er Lengzi glanced at the time.

Three minutes left.

He touched his buzz cut with a sheepish look and took a dozen meters back.

"drink!"

He suddenly accelerated, and the electric scooter shot towards the brick wall like an arrow.

When there was still half a meter between the wall and the base.

He pushed off the pedals with both legs, and his whole body, along with the vehicle, was lifted into the air.

"Clang!"

The electric scooter crashed heavily onto the two-meter-high wall, sending sparks flying.

Er Lengzi clung tightly to the insulated box with both hands, and then somersaulted in mid-air.

It landed steadily on the muddy ground behind the wall.

The rider in the blue vest was left standing there, mouth agape, staring at the abandoned electric scooter on the wall.

I'm questioning the meaning of life.

These are a group of thugs in suits wearing yellow vests.

They don't use navigation.

Because they could navigate every dog ​​hole and every dark alley in Longhai City with their eyes closed when they were hiding from the police.

They were not afraid of wind and rain.

Because in the past, when fighting for territory on the streets, they would use knives.

It's just delivering a boxed lunch, how could it hurt more than getting stabbed?

That night.

Meituan's Longhai City Data Monitoring Center.

Old Liu stared at the plummeting order acceptance and on-time rates on the screen, his face as white as a sheet.

"Mr. Zhou... the subsidy is useless..."

He dialed the number in Shenzhen with trembling hands, his voice filled with desperate sobs.

"Eleme's on-time delivery rate has reached a terrifying 99.9%."

"Our riders... are all too scared to accept orders."

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Bapi's furious roar shattered the silence.

"Are they Superman?! How do they manage to deliver on time in this torrential rain?!"

Old Liu swallowed hard, watching a video that had just been sent back.

In the video.

Three burly men in yellow vests were pushing a refrigerated truck that was stuck in the mud forward.

The shouts of work chants were deafening.

"They are not Superman."

Old Liu gave a wry smile.

"They're a bunch of... reckless lunatics."