0003 Night Rose-C.TLAY, Night.03 A bag of dry rice noodles can make three people's portions. The two of them quickly shared and ate them. Chen Shanye went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. After coming out, he put on a white T-shirt and black jeans, put on a reflective vest, and put on a silver helmet. He checked the equipment in his backpack and made sure that both mobile phones were fully charged, then he took the electric bike and went out.
He walked over to the opposite door and knocked. Zhong Mang hurriedly ran to open the door, holding a roll of toilet paper in his hand: "You go ahead and start working. I suddenly need to go to the toilet. Don't wait for me!"
"Okay, then be careful."
"I know!"
Chen Shanye carried the electric bike weighing more than 20 kilograms in one hand and operated the designated driver platform with the other hand to start listening to orders.
He walked out of the alley before getting on his bike. The neon signs were colorful and psychedelic under the night sky. The lights penetrated into the skin of the faces that were either tired, lifeless, or excited, paralyzing their hearts.
Street shops began to push their stalls onto the road, occupying one-third of the narrow street. Every few steps, there was a shop with an external speaker at the door, playing passionate slogans and electronic dance music.
Chen Shanye was moving through the bustling crowd. As soon as he walked out of the village archway, an order came in and he started his evening work.
He quite likes customers who come between seven and nine in the evening. Generally, customers at this time have had a few drinks in restaurants and are not drunk and lose their composure. They are all very easy to get along with.
During the peak hours after nine o'clock, most customers come out from bars, nightclubs, saunas, foot baths, clubs and other entertainment venues. At that time, you have to leave it to fate as to what customers, cars and situations you encounter.
The weather is getting warmer, the epidemic is stabilizing, more people are coming out to eat, and naturally there are more orders. Chen Shanye had just safely sent the first customer home when he received another order on his mobile phone.
Listen to orders, accept orders, call the customer to confirm the location, show the work badge when seeing the customer, check around the vehicle, fold the electric car, put a mat on the driver's seat, check the route with the customer, start the vehicle, drive, end the trip, and listen to orders again.
Chen Shanye repeats the boring process every night, driving cars of widely varying prices, running in the confusing night, shuttling through the neon steel forest, and listening to the guests' various life stories.
After delivering a G-Class to Poly Mansion, the owner told him to just drive into the garage, so Chen Shanye ended his trip outside the community.
He looked at the map and saw that there were many drivers waiting for orders nearby. He didn't like hanging out in crowds, so he wanted to go to a place with fewer people.
After riding past an intersection, Chen Shanye arrived near the Grand Theater. There were also several bars and lounges here, but he was not sure if anyone would come here to drink. The system did not assign him an order for the time being, so he stopped by the roadside to rest for a while.
I just finished three jobs. The air-conditioning in the car was cool, and the summer breeze outside was warm. The sweat that dried in the car came out again as soon as I got out.
He smelled the collar and found nothing unusual, but he still decided to change his clothes.
Last summer, Chen Shanye received a bad review from a female customer who said that the driver's sweat smelled bad and made her BMW stink. He suffered a loss, so now when he goes out to deliver orders in the summer, he always puts one or two lightweight quick-drying T-shirts and wet wipes in his backpack.
He sat on the electric scooter, took off his mask, clothes and helmet, wiped the sweat off his face, and sprayed mint antiperspirant spray on his head and body several times.
Zhong Mang was sending voice messages frantically in the designated driver group. He randomly clicked on one that was about the customer he met tonight.
"Just now, around 8 o'clock, I picked up a guest at the entrance of a hotel. He had just attended a wedding and was completely drunk. He was crying in the passenger seat, as if the bride was his ex-girlfriend. Oh, this guy is so pitiful..."
A vivid description of his little brother came from the headphones, and Chen Shanye grinned, his white teeth particularly conspicuous in the dark night.
They would share in the group some emergencies and special guests they encountered while driving, which was also a way to entertain themselves in the long dark night.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew behind me, and the leaves on the roadside rustled.
For a moment, Chen Shanye thought he heard the sound of the sea of trees behind the mountain in his hometown.
While putting on his reflective vest, he made a video call to his parents' home. It was almost ten o'clock.
Due to the epidemic, Chen Siyang has not attended kindergarten for a whole semester. His biological clock has been pushed back an hour. He should be getting ready to go to bed at this time, so he can just say good night to him.
The person who answered the video was Chen Siyang. The five-year-old boy's face was tanned red. The light in the room was not bright, and the front camera of his father's mobile phone had a low pixel, but Chen Shanye could still see his son's little white teeth.
"Dad, I'm going to sleep! Why did you call me just now?" Although the round-headed Chen Siyang sounded a little unhappy, he still smiled with his big eyes narrowed.
"I've been busy all night and only have some free time now. Dad is now near the Canton Tower. I'll take a picture for you to see."
Chen Shanye turned his phone to the rear camera and took a picture of the neon tower not far away, sending the rainbow to the eyes of the little boy 1,300 kilometers away.
"It's so beautiful, Dad!" Chen Siyang's little face was filled with anticipation: "When can I go to Guangzhou to see you? Then you can take me to take pictures with the Canton Tower, okay?"
Chen Shanye curled his lips and said, "Okay, wait until the virus is less severe and let grandpa and grandma bring you here, okay? Then daddy will take you to see the tower and eat delicious food."
"Okay, let's make a pinky promise and stick to it for a hundred years!" The child stretched out his little finger and stepped in front of the camera.
Chen Shanye also extended his little finger, hooked it in front of the camera, and said "OK".
A new order popped up on the phone that was specifically used to take orders. It was less than two hundred meters away from him, and it was a Fit.
"Yangyang, Dad has to go to work. You and grandma should go to sleep." Chen Shanye said goodbye to his son while pressing the call button to call the car owner on the platform.
"Okay, drive carefully. Good night, Dad."
"Well, good night."
As soon as the video was hung up, the car owner's phone was connected, and a "Hello" came into his ears.
It's a female guest.
Chen Shanye spoke in the night breeze: "Hello, I'm the designated driver, my last name is Chen."
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