Jiangzhou in July is like a huge steamer.
Wang Jiaming parked his electric car under the shade of a tree. The moment he took off his helmet, sweat dripped down his temples, leaving dark traces on the collar of his dusty work clothes. At 2:30 in the afternoon, it was the hottest time of the day. The asphalt road evaporated with distorted heat waves, and the glass curtain walls of the tall buildings in the distance reflected dazzling white light.
"Brother Ming, why don't you go back and pay the bill?"
Lao Zhang, who was at the same station, rode an older e-donkey and parked there, with the basket filled with packages. This man in his early fifties was also sweating profusely, and the back of his neck was sunburned and peeling, like a ripe shrimp.
"There is one more item, I will return as soon as it is delivered." Wang Jiaming dug out the mineral water from the insulated box in the back seat of the car and drank half of the bottle, his Adam's apple rolling rapidly. The water was poured in the morning. It was lukewarm and smelled of plastic, but it was already a gift in this weather.
"The Xuanjianzhai one again?" Lao Zhang smacked his lips, "That place is evil. Last time Xiao Liu went to deliver it, he came back saying he had a headache and quit the job the next day."
Wang Jiaming smiled and didn't answer. He pulled out a palm-sized package from the bottom of the insulated box. It was wrapped in kraft paper. It was heavy in his hand and sealed tightly. The receipt only wrote the delivery address "Xuanjianzhai, No. 37 Antique Street, Jiangzhou City", and the sender column was blank.
