Yunze refreshed his phone for the ninety-ninth time, but only a pitiful 3% of the battery was left. He leaned on his electric car, his helmet hanging on the handlebar, sweat dripping down his chin and onto the screen. The city is unbearably hot in May, but today's order volume is particularly bleak. Just when he was about to give up and find a place to recharge his phone, a distinctive notification popped up at the top of the screen.
It's not "pick up food at XX milk tea shop", nor "Building 3 of XX community", but a simple line of regular script text, as if written with a brush: [Special order: Eight hundred miles of urgent military information, delivered from Yumen Pass to Chang'an Station. Time limit: three hours. Reward: one hundred taels of gold, or... An answer. Yunze sneered, these game advertisements are so pervasive now, even food delivery apps have started to push ancient style web games? He wanted to cross it out, but his finger accidentally clicked "accept".
