"What's wrong with him?" Yang Feng asked with a frown.
"Don't worry about what's wrong with him for now," Lu Jiaming said unkindly, staring at his hand that was gripping the handlebars of the electric bike. "What's wrong with you? Are you planning to rob someone in broad daylight?"
Yang Feng did not let go of her hand immediately: "I don't have that habit, I just want to see you for something."
"Looking for me?" Lu Jiaming was surprised. "What can you ask me for? Want to fight? I'm busy."
"...Are you mentally ill?" Yang Feng was already a little impatient with his interruption, "Besides, you might not be able to beat me in a fight."
"Why don't you try to look down on me again?" Lu Jiaming narrowed his eyes. "When we were kids, we were evenly matched in fights. Now, it's still uncertain who will win or lose."
Yang Feng sneered and said, "You're quite arrogant. You're not in a hurry to leave now, are you?"
Lu Jiaming paused, then quickly put on his helmet. "Go away! Get out of the way! I have to go! Don't delay my work!"
"I'm so sorry," Yang Feng held the handlebars again, "I have to keep you for a while."
"What are you going to do again?!" Lu Jiaming was about to explode.
"Are you going to deliver takeout?" Yang Feng asked.
"How do you know?" Lu Jiaming asked in surprise.
"I saw you when I went out for a walk these two days," Yang Feng said, "running like an angry bird."
Lu Jiaming looked at him: "...Can you please speak properly? You look like a wandering chicken to me."
"So why are you asking if I'm a delivery boy?"
"Teach me." Yang Feng suddenly lowered his voice.
"Oh...ah?" Lu Jiaming was stunned. "Teach you how to deliver food?"
"Yes," Yang Feng nodded. "How do you deliver it? How much can you earn on average per day?"
"Stop, stop, stop! Stop it!" Lu Jiaming interrupted him. "Why are you suddenly determined to work hard and start making money?"
"Don't people spend money to live?" Yang Feng said indifferently, "What's wrong with me making money?"
"Why don't you go home now that you have no money to spend?" Lu Jiaming asked, "Did my aunt kick you out of the house?"
"...No, I don't want to go back," Yang Feng said, "and I don't want to use her money."
"That……"
"Stop talking nonsense," Yang Feng directly retorted what he was about to ask, "Can you teach me? If not, I'll ask someone else."
"Damn it! You're still so rude when asking for advice!" Lu Jiaming said angrily, "Then get out of here! Ask whoever you want, I won't teach you anymore!"
"Okay," Yang Feng turned and was about to leave, "Then I'll tell your second brother that you secretly went to deliver food."
"...Come back!" Lu Jiaming gritted his teeth and grabbed his clothes. "I'll teach you! Isn't it enough for me to teach you!"
Yang Feng stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly with pride.
Lu Jiaming glared at him. "I'm warning you. We haven't settled the scores yet. If you dare ruin the birthday surprises we prepared for my eldest and second brothers again, I'll definitely not let you go!"
"If you show some respect, we'll be alright," Yang Feng said solemnly. "To be precise, our goals are the same."
Lu Jiaming snorted: "Why? You want to give gifts to my eldest and second brothers too?"
"I'm sending it to Lu Ziyi," said Yang Feng.
Lu Jiaming spat at him and slowly got to the point: "Delivering food isn't difficult. You have a smartphone, right? You have WeChat, too?"
"...nonsense." Yang Feng then took out his cell phone from his pocket and proved it to him.
Lu Jiaming craned his neck to take a look and was immediately speechless. "You only have two WeChat friends, my aunt and my second brother. Are you a fucking caveman who just got out of here?"
"What's the point of having so many friends?" Yang Feng said frankly, "They don't talk anymore."
"Did my second brother talk to you?" Lu Jiaming asked.
Yang Feng tutted his words, his face unfriendly: "What do you care! Let's talk business!"
It seems that he didn't say it.
Lu Jiaming continued, "You should go to the Baoleme company to register first. Once you are there, the staff will guide you. Follow the process step by step and register your own account before you can accept orders and withdraw cash."
"Hmm," Yang Feng listened very carefully, "and then?"
"Then you'll have to start taking orders. It depends on which district you'll be assigned to," Lu Jiaming said. "By the way, you'd better familiarize yourself with the various routes and neighborhoods in Ningyang City first. Don't get lost and overstay your welcome, or you'll be charged."
"Will there be a deduction of money?" Yang Feng's expression, which had been cold all along, finally showed a hint of confusion.
"Of course, I was deducted money on my first day of delivery for being overtime and spilling food," Lu Jiaming sighed. "It was useless to curse at me at that time, and you couldn't blame anyone else."
Yang Feng thought about it and frowned: "You deserve this situation, right?"
“…While what you said is true, why does it make me so angry?”
Lu Jiaming glanced at him, and a light bulb went off in his head. "There's one more thing I have to remind you. Nowadays, everyone emphasizes smiling service. You're delivering food to your doorstep, so you have to control your expression."
Yang Feng raised his eyes to look at him: "What's wrong with my expression? Is it abnormal?"
"Don't you have a mirror or don't you have any urine?" Lu Jiaming retorted, "Look at your expression, where is it normal? You just stand there and say keep away, as if someone owes you 18 million and hasn't paid it back."
Yang Feng really couldn't refute this. He could feel it when he went out recently. It seemed that no one wanted to pay attention to him. Even the shop assistants were eager for him to pay and leave quickly.
Although this feeling was unpleasant, when he thought about Lu Ziyi's upcoming birthday and how broke he was, he gritted his teeth and decided to make some changes.
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