This is the twelfth order.
I looked at my phone. At 10:37 in the evening, the system prompted me that I still had two orders to deliver. My hands were numb from the cold on the handle of the electric car. The November night wind blew by, and my whole figure seemed to be stuffed into the freezer.
In the takeout box is the last package - Malatang. The remarks column said: "Put more coriander, boss, don't be stingy." I turned the electric scooter into the alley, and the wheels ran over the puddles, splashing mud spots flying onto my trouser legs.
I have no time to care.
These tattered pants have lost their color after being washed in the last month, so it doesn't matter if they get a little dirty. I, Zhang San, am twenty-four this year. I graduated from college two and a half years ago. I have been working as a delivery boy for one year and three months. My average monthly salary is 4,200 yuan, my rent is 1,500 yuan, and my credit card debt is 8,000 yuan.
How can I repay a debt of 8,000 yuan with a salary of 4,200 yuan?
Not yet.
So I was working hard to deliver orders, running twelve hours a day, and I had blisters on my feet without even bothering to put a band-aid on them. Anyway, when I returned to the rental house, I fell down on the bed, feeling too tired to even breathe.
Finally, I delivered the last order to the customer. The woman was wearing pajamas when she opened the door. She took the Malatang and rolled her eyes: "It's eight minutes late. I don't want it."
I nodded and bowed: "Sister, there is a traffic jam on the road, please forgive me."
"Traffic jam? Is your electric car stuck in traffic jam?" She slammed the door.
I stood at the door, listening to the click of the door lock, and was stunned for three seconds.
Never mind.
I carried Malatang downstairs and rode my electric bike back. Tonight's order will be in vain. If that woman leaves a negative review, my bonus for this month will be lost again.
The rental house is outside the Third Ring Road, a partitioned room of less than 20 square meters, priced at 1,500 per month. It was pitch dark in the corridor,
