The two Mi Tuan riders next to him were smoking and chatting.
"Business is getting worse. Aside from the occasional milk tea order, there are no other orders. How about you?"
"Don't even mention it, I made just over 200 yesterday, not even enough for living expenses. There are more riders now and fewer orders."
"Sigh..."
"Sigh..."
At this moment, to please Yang Chen, the Mi Tuan data department pushed dozens of orders to his account for him to choose from.
Yang Chen: "This order is too far, rejected. This one... wants me to bring a pack of sanitary pads, too much hassle, skip it! And this one has more than ten items but only a few bucks for delivery, if someone likes it they can take it, I'm not interested."
Soon, Yang Chen rejected over 30 orders.
Yan Shuyi: "Brother Chen, is Mi Tuan rider business that good? You can afford to be picky with orders?"
Zhang Yingying: "Brother Chen, won't you be penalized for being so picky with orders?"
