On March 12, 2020, Jiangcheng experienced a cold spring and a once-in-a-century heavy rainstorm.
Liu Yongliang knelt in the alley of Jishui in the urban village. His mobile phone with a broken screen went completely black after being soaked in water. A second-hand electric car with a bulging battery was leaning on the side of the road, and its battery cables were burned out by the stagnant water.
With only 17 yuan and 50 cents left in his pocket, the mortgage was 60 days overdue, and the bank's collection calls flooded his address book. His wife Chen Xiu returned to her parents' home with her 3-year-old son, leaving a note: Don't contact her if you can't make money. The landlord blocked the door and wanted to take over the house. His cousin threw the old car to him and disappeared after saying "You can survive by taking out food".
He just signed up for a crowdsourcing app, paid a deposit of 100 yuan for the Huabei package, and received his first order in his life: spicy hotpot delivered to an office building in a business district 3.2 Kilometers away.
The road was flooded by heavy rain, and the electric car ran out of power halfway. He pushed the car through knee-deep water for 40 minutes and exceeded the time limit by 28 minutes.
The white-collar female customer who opened the door looked at the half-filled box of Malatang, poured the hot soup directly on his soaked takeout clothes, and screamed: "A poor rider also delivers food? Pay me 38 yuan!"
Yongliang felt all over his body and only had 17.5 Yuan, so he had no choice but to pay for it with Huabei. The rain mixed with nosebleeds and tears hit the stagnant water. The high-rise buildings in Jiangcheng looked like giant man-eating beasts in the rain. He clutched the empty pockets and his knuckles turned white——
On this day, his food delivery career started from a desperate situation.
