Chapter 113 Do You Still Have to Wear a Helmet for Express Delivery?

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Heaven and earth conscience, this package is written on Guan Yin.

It's not that Yang Chen deliberately read Zheng Yue as Guan Yin.

Yang Chen explained: "Beauty, I'm sorry, this sender wrote the word Zheng too much, and it looks like Guan Yin."

Zheng Yue: "Wait, I'll call someone out to pick it up now, but I'll definitely complain to you."

Yang Chen: "Okay, as long as you come to pick up the package, you can make any complaints."

After sending this ticket, Yang Chen took advantage of the situation to tell the express outlet not to let Dad continue to deliver the express.

Complain about it, it's not less than a few hundred dollars.

About a minute later, Yang Fu called Yang Chen.

Yang Fu: "Son, what's the matter? The branch manager called me just now and said that someone complained about you being scolded."

Yang Chen: "Misunderstanding. That person's name is Zheng Yue, but the sender handwritten the receipt and wrote Zheng separately. I think it's Guan Yin."

Yang Fu: "Then you will explain it to others later. Don't make a complaint to me. You have to deduct 200 yuan from me."

Yang Chen: "Okay, I understand."

After speaking, Yang Chen hung up the phone.

This death "Guan Yin" is quite real.

But it doesn't matter, it's not less than two hundred dollars.

In five minutes, she refused to accept it.

After almost three minutes, a girl dressed in a very strange outfit walked up to Yang Chen angrily.

It looks a bit like Angela in the game and should be a fan.

She should be the yin.

Yang Chen put away his phone and asked, "Are you Guan Yin?"

Zheng Yue: "My name is Zheng Yue, not Guan Yin!"

Yang Chen: "Okay Guan Yin."

Zheng Yue: "You... I've already called to complain to you, so just wait for the money to be deducted."

Yang Chen: "I know. So I'll call you Guan Yin, anyway, you've already complained."

Zheng Yue: "You... hum! If you can apologize to me now and make me happy, I can withdraw the lawsuit."

Yang Chen: "No need, it's not less than two hundred yuan, just deduct it. Come with me."

Yang Chen walked straight to the Bugatti Veyron on the side of the road.

Zheng Yue's pupils gradually enlarged.

what the hell?

Shouldn't that handsome slag sports car belong to him?

Rich second generation to experience life?

"Too..."

Yang Chen opened the Bugatti and took out Zheng Yue's courier.

Zheng Yue exclaimed in her heart: "It's really a rich second-generation experience life!"

She hurriedly sorted herself out, stroked Angela's two pigtails, and walked over shyly with a sweet smile on her face.

Yang Chen handed the package to Zheng Yue and said, "Sign it."

Zheng Yue took the package and the pen, and said coquettishly, "Oh, where do I write it. Can you hold the package for me?"

Yang Chen: "Hold the package in the left hand, and write it in the right hand. Just sign your name. You should write it in a standard way, don't write it as Guan Yin again, and blame me for mispronunciation."

Zheng Yue: "I see. Is this your car?"

Yang Chen: "Yes. It's my car."

Zheng Yue: "Are the young masters now so good at playing? Drive a sports car to experience life?"

Yang Chen: "Well, make some oil money."

Zheng Yue signed his name, Yang Chen tore off the face sheet, and then returned the package to her.

Now Zheng Yue understands why Yang Chen doesn't care about complaints.

Brother Young Master experiencing life, can you care about the three melons and jujubes?

Besides, hurry up and the outlets may not dare to deduct his money.

Since the complaint has no actual effect, why offend a young master?

Zheng Yue hurriedly called the customer service of the express outlet and said very loudly, "I want to withdraw the complaint against Yang Fu."

Customer Service: "Cancel?"

Zheng Yue: "Yes. I want to revoke it."

Customer service: "But the complaint has taken effect. Our internal system has reported the complaint record, and he has been punished internally."

Zheng Yue: "Why? The courier brother is so hard,

Just mispronounced the name because of the sender's mistake and you're going to have to deduct money? Do you still have humanity? Is there any king law? I don't care, if you don't cancel the complaint for me, I will call the Postal Administration to complain about your shipment. "

The customer service has been fixed by Zheng Yue.

Just now, she was clearly the one who called and shouted to complain about the courier in the area.

Why did you suddenly change your mind now?

Change your mind just change your mind.

Why do you still speak for Yang Fu?

Just speak for him.

He is obviously in his fifties, why is he still called little brother?

This woman specifies that there is something wrong with her brain.

but.

It's always good that she can drop the complaint.

The customer service took advantage of the internal system to withdraw the complaint against Yang Fu.

Hanging up the phone, Zheng Yue said with a smile: "little brother, I have withdrawn my complaint against you."

Yang Chen: "Oh."

Zheng Yue sighed in her heart: "I don't care if I get a complaint, and I don't get excited when the complaint is withdrawn. Well, it's definitely the second generation of the rich who didn't run away. Only the second generation of the rich can be neither humble nor arrogant about money."

At this time.

A fat man who looked a little immature rushed out of the gate of the community with a brick.

His goal was very clear, and he went straight to Yang Chen.

"Did you call me just now to pick up the courier? I almost won, but you lost the key team battle with your hand slippery. You said, how can you compensate me?" Fatty asked while holding a brick.

Yang Chen: "Your name is Chen Hui?"

Chen Hui: "Yes, it's your father."

Yang Chen took Chen Hui's courier and smashed it into his face, scolding: "You fucking clean your mouth! Pick it up and sign your name."

People passing by were stunned.

Are the couriers still arrogant now?

Directly wrap and smash the face?

Chen Hui lifted the brick and was about to smash Yang Chen.

Zheng Yue stretched out her arms to block in front of Yang Chen.

Chen Hui: "Who are you? Go away!"

Zheng Yue: "Are you crazy? The rich second generation has experienced life, and you dare to fight? You don't even look at this car, can you fight it? If you touch him, you won't be able to pay for your bankruptcy."

Chen Hui looked at the express package in the Bugatti Veyron next to him, and his expression immediately changed to the word "囧".

It's really his car.

but.

What are you kidding?

Drive a 50 million sports car to deliver express?

Now the second generation of brothers experience life so blatantly?

"This...is this car yours?" Chen Hui asked with a guilty conscience.

Yang Chen opened the car door and went in. While buckled his seat belt, he said, "Pick up the package, sign it, and tear off the face sheet for me. I'm in a hurry."

"Buzz...buzz..."

The people around were dumbfounded.

No wonder he dared to smash people in the face with a package.

Co-author is a rich second-generation to experience life, not afraid of complaints, not afraid of getting into trouble.

Nympho Girl No. 1: "Wow, so handsome! Why does Yunda's express clothes look so good on him?"

Nympho Girl No. 2: "Yunda is the courier I hate the most, there is no one. However, I will only use Yunda for express delivery in the future, and it will not work well with the wind."

Sorrowful Man No. 1: "Hold the grass, the second generation of rich people is really awesome, and they drive the Bugatti Veyron to deliver the courier."

Envy Man No. 1: "If I could have a car like this, I would also deliver express delivery and takeaway food. It doesn't matter if I make money or not, I just want to see how shocked everyone is."

Expectant Parent No. 1: "Son, do you see it? If you don't study hard, you won't be eligible to deliver courier in the future. People have to drive a sports car to deliver courier now. You can only study hard and become an office white-collar worker."

The child next to him looked at Yang Chen blankly, and then he said with a sad face: "Now delivery is so demanding, what will I do in the future?"

...

Accompanied by two low roars from the Bugatti Veyron.

Chen Hui hurriedly threw the bricks to the side of the road, hurriedly picked up the package and signed it.

It has been determined that this sports car belongs to the courier brother, and smart people know that they should not continue to entangle.

The courier brother obviously disdains to entangle with him, and Chen Hui understands what he should do.

After signing it, Chen Hui tore off the face sheet, handed it to Yang Chen, and said with a smile, "Handsome guy, I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

Yang Chen took over the ticket, reversed the car, turned around, buzzed, and flew away under everyone's attention.

Zheng Yue hurried forward a few steps and shouted, "little brother, I withdraw the complaint, you haven't thanked me yet?"

Watching the Bugatti go away, Zheng Yue felt a loss in her heart.

But then she laughed again.

Yang Chen called her just now, and the call log has it.

What if the phone number is his WeChat account?

Zheng Yue quickly dug out the call log, copied the phone number, and clicked on WeChat to add friends.

"Little brother, you must apply through a friend." Zheng Yue whispered.

At this time, Yang Chen didn't even look at his father's work phone.

He has to rush to the next place to deliver the courier.

Two minutes later, Yang Chen came to Wuyue Square.

There is no parking lot in front of the square.

There is no need to park in the underground garage to send a courier.

Yang Chen stopped at the place where the battery car was stopped.

It's down in a few minutes, it shouldn't delay things.

He took the courier and ran all the way to the entrance of the mall.

Coincidentally.

A little brother from a tailwind courier came out.

The two almost collided.

Yang Chen: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Brother Shunfeng: "It's okay."

He said it was okay, but he took off his hat and fell to the ground.

Yang Chen: "Brother, there's no need for this. You also deliver couriers, so you should know how you feel when you're in a hurry. I'm sorry, you're still angry, there's nothing I can do."

Brother Shunfeng: "Brother, you misunderstood. It has nothing to do with you, it's my own useless."

Then, he took out a helmet from his handbag and put it on his head.

This honey juice operation is a bit interesting.

Yang Chen: "Brother, what shape is this?"

Brother Shunfeng: "Listen to my advice, buy a helmet and wear it too. Don't be seen by old classmates who drive BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes and lose face in front of them."

Yang Chen understood why he was so frustrated.

Co-authoring is to deliver couriers, and was laughed at by old classmates who drive luxury cars.

Except for a few close friends.

When the current classmates meet, it is to show off their wealth, break their shoes, and have nothing else to do.

Brother SF Express must have met a capable old classmate and felt inferior.

Yang Chen helplessly patted his shoulder to show comfort, and then hurried in to deliver the courier.