The delivery took one minute, and a white-collar customer pointed at me and scolded me: "A poor man is a waste. He will only deliver takeout for the rest of his life."
As soon as he finished speaking, a "ding" sounded in his mind: [Sign in successfully, reward: a Lamborghini Poison.
I silently took out the car keys, threw the takeout box into the passenger seat, turned back and smiled at the white-collar worker:
"You're right, I do only deliver food - but now, I deliver in a Lamborghini."
The next day, the white-collar worker knelt at the door of the company and begged me: "Brother, do you still need a driver?"
