"Warehouse keeper, go and come back soon! If you can't come back, remember to mail your own corpse over, I'll take good care of it!"
A Guang, a young worker, wore a huge smile on his face. He cradled a cardboard box in one arm, raised his other hand, and waved at Yu Xing with exaggerated movements as he shouted to him.
[Ah, young people are just so energetic, unaware of the hardships of wrangling with clients. This kind of smile is truly glaring.]
The system's narration popped up anytime and anywhere.
Yu Xing stood outside Cat Eye Logistics Company, holding only the summary sheet of problematic orders and an old-fashioned push-button phone he had fished out of his briefcase.
Hearing this, he ignored the system and also wore a bright yet subtle corporate-slave smile, waving back at A Guang: "Don't worry, if I can't come back, I'll turn myself into a pastry and send it to you!"
"Wow, the warehouse keeper is so generous!" A Guang was moved to tears, only to be bonked on the head by a middle-aged worker nearby.
"Work seriously!"
"Oh..."
Glancing two more times at these colleagues who showed no abnormalities on the outside, Yu Xing turned his head, preparing to complete today's field work.
The problematic order had the phone numbers of these three clients, along with the addresses they left behind. The tailor shop, the art studio, and the claypot rice restaurant were all on this Civilization Street. Among them, the claypot rice restaurant was even not far from right next door to Cat Eye Logistics Company, closer to the tail end of the street than the logistics company.
However, Yu Xing saw that the door of the claypot rice restaurant was still closed. Obviously, at this morning hour, high-volume and oily