After three years of running errands, I haven't sent any orders.
I've given wontons, I've given breakup letters, I've given a girl a pack of sanitary napkins that she cried for in the middle of the night.
Until that night, an old man carrying a thermos cup squatted next to me and said that he would introduce me to a job for three hundred yuan per order.
I asked what kind of work it was.
He said: Delivery. The recipient is special, he doesn't even take a breath.
I said you are a liar.
He said: Yes, they are given to ghosts.
I thought he was sick until I had an app in my pocket that couldn't be uninstalled. There was a line written on the home page——
[Current work orders to be dispatched: 23,417,662]
The old man said that the underworld had installed a new system and it collapsed. Twenty-three million items were backlogged in the warehouse, and the superiors would come to audit the accounts next quarter.
He said, young man, three hundred and one order, settled daily, no deposit, no tax deduction, no need to pay social security.
I asked why I didn't pay social security.
He said because we don't have either.
——Three rules: don't open the goods, don't use polite words, and don't look at your watch when someone asks you what time it is.
I sent the first order to the cemetery.
The recipient was an old man who had been dead for seven years. I thought he would cry.
As a result, the first thing he said when he opened his mouth was:
"Why is this prodigal girl so expensive?"
