At 11:47 pm, Jiang Chen delivered the last order of the day.
The electric car stopped slowly downstairs in an old community. He took off half of his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The screen of the mobile phone shimmered with light, and the words "Today's delivery: 36 orders, income 284.5 Yuan" were reflected in the pupils. It's not much, but it's enough to pay next month's rent and still have some left over.
This is his third year delivering food. From the beginning when I was not familiar with the road conditions and often complained about overtime, now I am familiar with the location of every alley and every building in the city. Time has taught him not only how to recognize the road, but also how to squeeze out a little breathing space under the pressure of the system algorithm.
