Qi Zhenguo was left standing there clutching his head as the SUV sped off in a cloud of dust.
Nearby, a few youngsters stared at their phones excitedly. "Did you get it on video?"
"Got it, got it! This is going to be hugely popular online tomorrow!"
"Let's go interview that delivery guy..."
Qi Zhenguo glanced at them before riding away on his electric scooter.
Seeing him leave, the rookie paparazzi looked disappointed. But then they spotted Su He about to leave on his e-scooter.
"Hey buddy, we run a social media site and want to interview you about what just happened."
"Interview about what?" Su He was used to scenes like this. Nowadays delivery guys had become punching bags for some people.
Whether the drivers smiled politely or stooped low, they were still met with verbal abuse instead of understanding. Under the constraints of the platforms, drivers' dignity had gradually faded. Life wasn't like in the TV shows - trying to make an honest living while standing upright was truly difficult.
"What do you think about the SUV owner insulting the delivery guy earlier?"
"I watched it sitting on my e-scooter..."
Su He didn't think highly of these paparazzi either. Brandishing the banner of exposing ugliness, they were actually just trying to profit. If they were so righteous, why hadn't they spoken up earlier?
Su He rode off without another word.
...
Zhang Dada went viral!
He became the target of online outrage after paparazzi released a video of him insulting a delivery guy. The contrast was stark between Zhang Dada in his nice car and designer clothes and the humble, bloody-faced delivery man.
Qi Zhenguo was the epitome of countless delivery guys who swallowed their bitterness only to be met with curses, discrimination, and verbal abuse.
Yet Qi Zhenguo in the video didn't dare to fight back. It was heartbreaking to watch.
At the end, Su He sat alone on his e-scooter and glanced coldly at the camera before riding away solitary.
Viewers in the comments also recognized Su He as a supporting actor in the TV series "Night Walker." Discussion about Su He ensued.
As the parties involved, Qi Zhenguo and Su He carried on with their daily lives, shuttling around streets and alleyways delivering meals to thousands of households.
"Hello, Meituan delivery!"
Su He stood at the door. This was his first order of the day, placed by a Mr. Zhang at a luxury residential compound.
He waited a full three minutes before the door finally opened. A man with a face mask on complained, "Why are you rushing me? Can't you see I'm doing a face mask? The order clearly said to wait until I finish. Why do I keep getting dumb delivery guys like you? Are you looking for a bad rating?"
Facing the shrill scolding, Su He took a deep breath and handed over the breakfast bag, "Sorry Mr. Zhang, here is your delivery."
Zhang Dada rolled his eyes, grabbed the bag, and slammed the door shut.
Su He let out a sigh of relief. He didn't expect to run into someone like this so early in the morning. Not thinking much of it, he continued making his deliveries.
Inside, Zhang Dada sat on the sofa still cursing up a storm, "So unlucky. All I run into are crappy people. Now I can't even step outside my door."
Just then his phone rang.
After the call, Zhang Dada hurriedly changed clothes, put on a hat, headphones, glasses, and a face mask before rushing out.
In the garage he chose an ordinary sedan - his designated car for avoiding the paparazzi. While he could be fearless online, there were too many people wanting to hit him in real life.
Qi Zhenguo didn't work today because of his head injury. Unsurprisingly, Su He topped the leaderboard with 69 orders by 2 pm. The runner up had only 41.
Su He stopped accepting orders and rode towards the Capital Airport.
He didn't expect Ma Mingzhe and the other two to come for real. After waiting over 10 minutes, they emerged dragging their luggage.
Dong Yong sprinted the fastest and jumped straight onto the backseat.
Su He was surprised by their arrival, though they said it wasn't fair he got to act while they couldn't. Given the chance, they could do it too.
Ma Mingzhe and Pan Zhigang hailed a taxi to take their luggage to Su He's hostel. Su He had informed the owner to arrange a separate 4-person room for 200 yuan per night.
"Bro Dong, we ain't hugging waists, ya hear?"
"You've changed, Su He."
"Piss off, get your hands off me!"
"I won't..."
To welcome his friends, Su He didn't do any deliveries that night. Instead he treated them to hot pot at the same place Boss Fan had before.
As soon as they sat down, the three looked expectantly at Su He.
Su He turned to the owner, "Boss, the bill please!"
The owner was puzzled why they wanted the check when the dishes just arrived.
"Boss, two more cases of beer!" Ma Mingzhe shouted.
"Let's make a cheers first, brothers!" Dong Yong stood up with his glass.
Pan Zhigang sat there grinning foolishly as he raised his glass, "Thanks Su He for treating!"
After two bottles each, lively chatter ensued.
"Su He, when are we going to the set? I read online you've got connections. Put in a good word so we can get some decent roles..."
"Listen Su He, when I was little I could do backflips, ride a unicycle...I can even do handstands..."
"Everyone can handstand. Don't listen to their nonsense Su He. We ain't using backdoors. We'll make it on our own skills. Just point us in the right direction tomorrow and we'll take care of the rest!"
"You're really quitting delivery?" Su He asked in surprise.
"You ever see those delivery and rideshare guys get rich? Wang Baoqiang started out as an extra before becoming a huge celeb right? He's set for life. With our acting chops, it'd be a loss for Chinese TV and film if we don't get into the biz..."
"Damn right. It's just acting, could it be tougher than delivery? We ain't afraid of hardship. Don't blame us when we get more famous than you..."
"Come on, bottoms up!"
Apart from Boss Fan, Su He didn't have many friends in the capital, so he was happy to host Ma Mingzhe and the guys. As for their aspirations of acting, Boss Fan's situation showed just how difficult it was to go from extra to star.
They drank from 8 pm until 1 am, stumbling back to the hostel arm in arm.
"Bro Dong, you take the top bunk..."
"No Su He, I'm sleeping with you..."
"Piss off!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
