Jian Yan smiled, finally someone had restrained this capitalist boss.
The little Beetle is finally on its way.
The two girls were sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat, respectively.
The music started playing, a popular Western hit, Rihanna's "Umbrella".
"Ah, boss, you have great taste. Rihanna's song just won the Grammy Award for Best Rap." Xue Qiandai didn't hold back her praise. Her driving posture was extremely cool; she held the steering wheel with only one hand, her fingers slender and long, yet incredibly steady.
Jian Yan was very happy. It was her first time delivering food in her boss's car, and she was sitting next to an international model-level beauty, with the latest hip-hop music playing in her ears. "She always wants to be fashionable."
However, her joy lasted only three seconds before Jian Yan was about to cry.
After 4 p.m. on Friday, the evening rush hour begins in the CBD, and the roads are so congested that people feel like they're suffocating.
Jian Yan looked at her little Nokia phone, which showed 4:15 Beijing time. "Oh no, the client wants it delivered by 4:30, I'm going to be late."
If you drive an electric car, this problem doesn't exist, but it's hard to say.
Xue Qiandai shrugged. She wasn't a Transformer; she couldn't exactly fly over there. But she decisively suggested, "Call the customers and say it's Black Friday, all coffee is 20% off as a thank you to our customers."
Jian Yan didn't dare to agree; she wasn't the boss. If the little fox didn't pay, the 20% discount would be almost two days' wages for her if she didn't eat or drink. As for this person asking for an advance on their salary, could she offer her counterfeit goods as payment? "I...I'll call the boss."
"You absolutely can't make a phone call," Xue Qiandai stopped her. "When a general is in the field, he may disobey the emperor's orders. At worst, I'll use my salary for today to make up for it."
Jian Yan instinctively clutched her fanny pack tighter, muttering as she changed the subject, "Blue Coffee's coffee is going to taste bad, he must hate me to death."
Xue Qiandai glanced at the endless queue, realizing she couldn't deliver by 4:30. She earnestly comforted Jian Yan, "Let me tell you, people who order takeout coffee don't know anything about coffee. To them, it's no different from instant coffee, so don't blame yourself. Huh?"
With a "whoosh," Xue Qiandai noticed a black Mercedes-Benz on her left with its window half-open, revealing the profile of a man in the back seat.
He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with strong, well-defined features, sharply sculpted and exquisitely handsome. Perhaps the traffic jam was making him a little irritable; he rested his chin on his hand and gazed outside. Xue Qiandai saw a pair of eyes—dark, jet-black pupils, like an ink wash painting, long, thick eyelashes that reflected the varying shades of light and shadow within. He wore a white shirt with a slightly open collar, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. Truly, he possessed striking good looks!
Xue Qiandai's heart skipped a beat.
Ah, life is full of unexpected encounters, my beautiful Huo!
The other person seemed to sense something and looked at her. Their eyes met briefly, and they were both surprised.
"Whoosh!" Xue Qiandai lowered her eyes and gripped the steering wheel tightly. The car in front moved, and she stepped on the gas.
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