The Second Generation of Rich People Deliberately Don't Want Me to Deliver Food Trucks, but My Takeout Delivery is so Weird
by Dudu Meow
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I deliver food, but I don't deliver food, only food. On this day, there was an urgent order for "Starving to Death", and I rode a small electric donkey on the road. Suddenly, a Lamborghini flipped me to the ground, smashing the insulator and spilling the food on the floor. The car window was rolled down, and a wealthy second-generation man with a smooth face dropped a few banknotes: "Pengci? Take the money and get out, don't delay me for a ride." The internet celebrity beside him also chuckled: "Oh, takeaway delivery man, if Mr. Li gives you a reward, you have earned it today." I stared at the dissipating Yin Qi on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "This is not about money, this thing west, you can't afford to pay." The rich second generation was completely angered: "How dare you talk to me like this? I count to three, and if you don't go away, I will make you disappear completely in Jiangcheng!" I silently put away the money and helped the little electric donkey: "Okay, this is yours. Remember to pay it to him personally."
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