The negative reviews on the phone screen are as piercing as a knife.
"What did you give me? The soup was spilled and the dog didn't even eat it!"
"Is this delivery guy driving a bumper car? The box is deformed, bad review + complaint!"
"You are so slow. Next time I see you taking an order, I will call 12315 directly!"
I stared at the background score, which was 2.8, The lowest on the entire site. The webmaster has talked to me three times. The last time he slapped the dismissal notice on the table: "Shen Mo, if your score doesn't improve by the end of the month, pack up and get out!"
I took a deep breath, stuffed my phone back into my trouser pocket, got on the dilapidated electric car, and rushed into the night.
Today is the last day of the month, and I still have five orders to go before I can collect the minimum guarantee. But with this poor rating, who would be willing to order from me? I squatted on the side of the road, staring at my phone in a daze, thinking about whether I could deliver express delivery after resigning.
