Many delivery riders slogged away taking orders all day, yet still couldn't earn even one or two hundred yuan.
They could have earned more, but late deliveries meant deductions, and complaints meant deductions too.
After all that, they might not actually make much. And sometimes, just to avoid being late, these delivery riders would race through the streets like their lives depended on it, going as fast as they possibly could.
That increased the danger tremendously.
If an accident happened, they would naturally lose even more money.
In short, delivery riders did not make as much as they seemed to.
It was a dangerous, low-paying job.
Fortunately, Chen Feng was only trying it out, not doing it long-term.
Once he completed the task, he definitely would not keep doing this kind of thing.
He would only do it again someday if the mood struck him.
It could be said that he no longer had to force himself to do things he did not want to do for money or to achieve some goal.
For example, he only completed these system tasks because he was interested in them.
If he had no interest at all, then no matter how generous the reward was, he would never force himself.
You only lived once. You should be happier.
"Go ahead and complain. And let me tell you, don't think service workers owe you anything. Doing our assigned duties is what we should do, but you have no right to demand things outside those duties, nor should you think you can threaten us with complaints!"
Chen Feng spoke firmly. Who knew how many service workers this kind of person had threatened in the past?
This guy had probably treated quite a few delivery riders as movers or made them run all sorts of errands.