Bab 165: Chapter 165: The Delivery Man at Sunset
"Get lost!"
Su Jie couldn't help it and laughed while cursing.
With that, both Chen Jianhai and Su Jie burst into hearty laughter.
Previously, both men had maintained a polite demeanor due to their identities. But with this exchange, the distance between them noticeably shortened.
"Alright, Brother Su, you go ahead and get busy. Let's grab a drink together when we have time!" Chen Jianhai said with a smile, waved his hand, and left the association with Wen Zifan.
As Chen Jianhai's figure disappeared, Su Jie's smile also faded. After a moment of silence, he took out his phone and made a call.
"Qinglu, are you busy? I have a favor to ask..."
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Xiao Maji Island.
At the island's café, Director Feng placed a brand-new coffee machine on the counter and sat down to carefully read the instruction manual. Next to the coffee machine was a large bag of fresh coffee beans.
The moment for the island café to rise had arrived!!!
Director Feng lifted his head, glaring at the "Bing Wang" cold drink shop across the street with red eyes, gritting his teeth.
"Once I figure out how to use this machine, I'll show you what it means to steal business!"
With that, Feng Di carefully grabbed a handful of coffee beans and started following the instructions to operate the machine.
"Ding-a-ling~"
The doorbell of the café rang as a young man, around 28 or 29 years old, walked in drenched in sweat.
"Damn! How much did you buy during Double Eleven?!"
The young man struggled to carry six packages into the café as he spoke.
Seeing this, Feng Di quickly ran over to help.
The young man's name was Han Ke, the delivery man on the island. He was responsible for all the package deliveries and pickups on the island.
"The café is upgrading, so I took advantage of the Double Eleven deals to buy more materials," Director Feng explained, always quick to respond.
Seeing Han Ke soaked in sweat, he immediately poured a glass of lemon water and handed it over.
Han Ke gulped down the lemon water in two swigs and cursed,
"That damn boss is so inconsiderate!"
"Before, I delivered once a week and could do other things in my spare time. But now, with the cargo ships coming every day, I have to deliver daily!"
"And during Double Eleven, no less! The volume was already high, and he couldn't wait until after the rush to bring in more goods? I bet he did this on purpose to mess with me!"
Han Ke cursed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, which quickly became soaked. Feng Di peeked outside to see the small tricycle piled high with packages, the topmost of which was precariously balanced.
"Is this all from one morning?" Feng Di asked cautiously.
"One morning?" Han Ke shot a glare at Feng Di.
"This is half a street's worth! After delivering these, I have to go back to the dock for more."
"No time to chat, I've got more packages to deliver."
With that, Han Ke walked out, glancing up at the blazing sun and sighing,
"Without trade, there's no harm."
Watching Han Ke ride off on his little motorbike, Feng Di quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
You have to hand it to that damn boss—he's efficient. He casually complained, and Chen Jianhai promptly arranged for a cargo ship to deliver vegetables and packages to the island, docking at the hotel's private pier without occupying the island's dock.
"I have to say, that damn boss does get things done," Feng Di muttered before returning to his coffee-making.
Meanwhile, around the island, Han Ke's busy figure darted from one street to another, working from morning until dusk. His clothes dried and became soaked with sweat multiple times throughout the day.
After delivering the last package, Han Ke, exhausted, jumped off his tricycle and collapsed on the beach. The sand, warm from absorbing the day's heat and slightly damp from the sea, felt comfortable.
"Whew! I didn't mind cycling once a week, but doing this every day is killing me."
Han Ke took off his shoes and rubbed his feet in the sand, closing his eyes and imagining himself at a spa.
"Finally, all the packages are delivered. The ship has come several days in a row; there shouldn't be another one tomorrow, right?"
A slight smile appeared on Han Ke's sunburned face. It was the joy of hard work paying off, the satisfaction of reaching a milestone achievement.
"Toot, toot..."
A boat's horn sounded from the sea. Han Ke, initially half-asleep, snapped his eyes open and turned his head.
In the distance, a deep blue shadow emerged on the sea.
Gradually, the words "Haiyang Zhi Xing" (Star of the Ocean) became visible from afar.
"Again?!"
Han Ke sat up abruptly on the beach.
"Is this never-ending?!"
At the same time, every resident on the island received a message on their phones.
"Dear Taobao VIP, thank you for your purchase! Your selected items have arrived at Xiao Maji Island. Taobao shares this happy moment with you! - Reply T to unsubscribe."
"Wow! The logistics this year are amazing!"
"Yeah! I heard Langai Hotel used their own cargo ship and dock to bring us these goods."
"That damn boss is so kind?! What's he up to?"
"Who knows his motives, but this is the quickest delivery I've ever received! I want to send a heart to Mr. Chen!"
"Heart!"
Amidst the joyful chatter of the island residents, Han Ke stared blankly at the approaching cargo ship, his expression emotionless. Nothing could faze him anymore.
"Ding, ding, ding... ding ding."
His phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Little Han, I need to return some items. Can you help with the return tomorrow?"
A cheerful voice came from the receiver, like a demonic whisper, striking Han Ke's already fragile heart.
"Okay."
After hanging up, his phone kept buzzing with notifications—all return orders.
Han Ke: ...
Under the setting sun, the sweat on his face glistened like tears, dripping down.
The vast beach, the endless sky, the towering coconut trees... all made Han Ke and his little tricycle look insignificantly small.
His thin back told a tale of life's hardships.
His slender shoulders carried the happiness of all the islanders' deliveries!
Taking a deep breath, Han Ke stood up resolutely and got back on his tricycle.
"If they don't name me one of the Top 10 Most Inspiring Young People on the Island this year, I'm burning all their packages!"
Gritting his teeth, Han Ke pedaled his tricycle, leaving three tracks in the sand, heading towards the lights of countless homes.
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