Chapter 113: Do I still have to wear a helmet to deliver the courier?

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The conscience of heaven and earth, this package says Guan Yin.

But it was not that Yang Chen deliberately pronounced Zheng Yue as Guan Yin.

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

Zheng Yue: "You wait, I'll call someone out to get it, but I will definitely complain to you."

Yang Chen: "Okay, as long as you come and take the package away, you can complain whatever you want."

After sending the ticket, Yang Chen took advantage of the opportunity to tell the courier outlet not to let his father continue to send the courier.

If you complain, just complain, it's not less than a few hundred dollars.

After almost a minute or so, Yang Fu called Yang Chen.

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

Yang Chen: "Misunderstanding. The person is called Zheng Yue, but the sender hand-written the note and wrote the Zheng character separately. I think it is Guan Yin."

Yang Fu: "Then you will explain it to others, don't make a complaint to me. I have to deduct two hundred yuan."

Yang Chen: "Okay, I know."

After speaking, Yang Chen hung up the phone.

This dead "Guan Yin" is quite real.

But it's okay, it's not bad for the two hundred dollars.

If she doesn't come for five minutes, she will reject it.

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

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

She should be Guan Yin.

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

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

Yang Chen: "Good Guanyin."

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

Yang Chen: "I know. So I called you Guan Yin, anyway you have already complained."

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

Yang Chen: "No, it's not bad for the two hundred dollars. Just deduct it. Come with me."

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

Zheng Yue's pupils gradually dilated.

What the hell?

Isn't that handsome scumbed sports car his own?

Rich second-generation experience life?

"Dudiu..."

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

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

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

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

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

Yang Chen: "Hold the package in your left hand, and write it with your right hand. Just sign a name. You can write it in a standard way, but don't write it as Guanyin, and blame me for reading it wrong."

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

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

Zheng Yue: "Does the son-in-law now know how to play like this? Come out and experience life in a sports car?"

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

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

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

The son-in-law experiences life, can he care about those three melons?

Besides, the outlets don’t even dare to deduct his money.

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

Zheng Yue quickly 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 because the sender made a mistake and pronounced the wrong name, you have to deduct money? Do you still have humanity? Is there a king's law? I don't care. , If you don’t cancel the complaint for me, I will call the postal administration to complain about your delivery."

The customer service was all overwhelmed by Zheng Yue.

Just now, it was obvious that she called and shouted all kinds of complaints to the district courier.

Why did you suddenly change your mind now?

Change your mind if you change your mind.

Why do you want to speak for Yang Fu?

Just talk for him.

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

This woman specifies that there is a problem with her brain.

but.

It is always good that she can withdraw the complaint.

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

Hanging up, Zheng Yue said with a smile on her face: "Brother, I have withdrawn the complaint against you."

Yang Chen: "Oh."

Zheng Yue sighed in her heart: "I don't care if I have been complained, and I am not excited when I withdraw the complaint. Well, it is definitely the rich second generation that has not run away. Only the real rich second generation can be neither humble nor overbearing towards money."

At this time.

A fat man who looked a little imaginary walked out of the gate angrily holding a brick.

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

"Did you just call me to pick up the courier? I almost won, and you lost the key team fight when you slid your hand. You said, how can you compensate me?" The fat man asked, 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 hit him on the face, cursing, "You **** put your mouth clean! Pick it up and sign your name."

People passing by were all dumbfounded.

Are the current couriers so arrogant?

Wrap directly on the face?

Chen Hui lifted up and moved bricks to smash Yang Chen.

Zheng Yue spread her arms to block Yang Chen.

Chen Hui: "Who are you? Get out of here!"

Zheng Yue: "Are you crazy? The rich second-generation experience life, do you dare to fight? You don't even look at this car, can you fight? You can't afford to lose money even if you touch him."

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

It's really his car.

but.

Are you kidding me?

Drive a 50 million sports car to deliver the express?

Now the second-generation brothers experience life so blatantly?

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

Yang Chen opened the car door and went in. While buckling the seat belt, he said, "Pick up the package, sign it, and tear off the receipt. I'm in a hurry."

"Om... Om..."

The people next to him were dumbfounded.

No wonder he dared to smash people's faces with the package.

Co-authoring is a rich second generation to experience life, not afraid of complaints or trouble.

Flower Slut No. 1: "Wow, so handsome! Why does Yunda's express clothing look so good on him?"

Flower Slender No. 2: "Yunda is the express delivery 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."

Lamenting Male No. 1: "Holding the grass, the current rich second generation is really awesome, driving the Bugatti Veyron to deliver the express."

Envy Male No. 1: "If I can have such a car, I will also deliver couriers and deliveries. It doesn't matter if I make money or not, I mainly want to see how shocked everyone is."

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

The child next to him looked at Yang Chen blankly, and then said with a mournful face: "Now the delivery of express delivery is so demanding, what can I do in the future."

…

Accompanied by two low roars of the Bugatti Veyron came out.

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

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

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

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

Yang Chen took the free order, reversed, turned around, buzzed, and drove away under the attention of everyone.

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

Watching Bugatti go away, Zheng Yue felt disappointed.

But then she laughed again.

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

What if the phone number is his WeChat ID?

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

"Brother, you must apply through a friend. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zheng Yue whispered.

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

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

Two minutes later, Yang Chen came to Wuyue Square.

The parking lot at the entrance of the square has no place.

There is no need to go to the underground garage to park in an express delivery.

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

It will be down in a few minutes, and it shouldn't delay things.

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

Coincidentally.

A little brother of Shunfeng Express came out.

The two almost collided with each other.

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 is no need to do this. You also deliver the courier. You should know what your mood is when you are in a hurry. I'm sorry, but if you are still angry, I can't help it."

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

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

This honey operation is a bit interesting.

Yang Chen: "Brother, what kind of look is this?"

Brother Shunfeng: "Listen to my persuasion. You can also buy a helmet and put it on. You won't be seen by old classmates driving BMW and Mercedes-Benz, and you will lose face in front of them."

Yang Chen understood why he was so frustrated.

The co-author was to deliver express, which was laughed at by old classmates who drove luxury cars.

Except for a few old classmates who are close to each other.

When the current classmates meet, they are showing off their wealth, breaking their shoes, and having nothing else to do.

SF Express must have met a capable old classmate, and felt inferior in his heart.

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