GBP Chapter 114: Uncle Liao "Delivery Man" Uncle Li "Courier"
Chapter 114: Uncle Liao "Delivery Man" Uncle Li "Courier"
Uncle Liao pointed to the biscuit stand behind him and said, "Come and pick up the goods. I'm working here."
The owner of the biscuit stall opposite is Aunt Huang’s best friend, Aunt Xiao.
It's not just Aunt Yang and Aunt He, the two sworn enemies, who are facing off.
Even good girlfriends started competing with each other.
The two took a risk and chose the best-selling food.
Aunt Xiao brought cookies that she baked herself, and Aunt Huang brought jelly that she sold at her supermarket.
As the only two food stalls in the flea market, both stalls showed off their respective advantages.
“Low sugar, low oil, no-burden cookies.”
"We use only good ingredients, and no additives make it healthier."
Aunt Xiao shouted that the cookies she baked were healthy and had no additives.
Aunt Huang followed closely behind, promoting her stall as being cheap and affordable.
"Exchange one pack of jelly and get two packs free."
"Supermarket authentic products, no deception."
The war is about to start.
Aunt Xiao put down the baking tray, put her hands on her waist and said, "Huang Qiaojing, is there anyone who does business like you?"
"One for two, no worries about losing the original capital."
"I'd love to. You'd better bake fewer cookies. It will be terrible if you can't replace them later." Aunt Huang retorted.
"Okay, you're forcing me to use my trump card, right?" Aunt Xiao was furious and decided to use her trump card.
"Anyone who wants cookies doesn't need to come in person, just tell me on WeChat, we support door-to-door delivery."
Uncle Liao was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands on the control buttons, ready to go.
"That's it? You're so smart to come up with the idea of delivering goods using a wheelchair." Aunt Huang was amused. She thought Aunt Xiao's trump card was very powerful.
As a result, in just a few minutes, Aunt Xiao's mobile phone received more than a dozen messages.
Aunt Huang was shocked: "Impossible, how did you do it? Just by adding a home delivery service, so many more people bought it?"
Aunt Xiao raised her chin high and wanted to laugh three times: "I started preparing for this moment a week ago."
"I brought the cookies to school and distributed them to everyone. Everyone who has tasted them knows that my cookies are delicious. These are my repeat customers who have already made reservations on WeChat."
"I've thought about it a long time ago. There are a lot of people setting up stalls today, and no one has time to go to stalls that are far away. I took the opportunity to offer to deliver goods to their homes to help everyone solve their problems."
"There are so many people buying all of a sudden. I can't help it because my brain works so fast."
Aunt Huang gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Isn't he just a deliveryman? What's so great about that? I have it too."
"Lao Fu and Lao Li, you two go help me deliver the goods. As long as you deliver faster than them, you can eat as much jelly as you want on the stall."
Lao Fu shook his head: "We can't do that. Lao Liao has a car, but we don't."
"Besides, his wheelchair is electric. Even if we work our asses off, we still can't catch up."
Uncle Li thought for a moment and seemed to have come up with a good idea. He covered Lao Fu's mouth. As Lao Fu struggled and looked puzzled, Uncle Li readily agreed: "Okay, leave it to us. We will definitely be faster than them."
"What did you promise her? How can we be faster than Lao Liao's wheelchair? Aren't you kidding me?" Lao Fu asked in a low voice.
"It's just a means of transportation. We don't need it at all." Uncle Li was confident. He asked Lao Fu: "Do you have many classmates on WeChat?"
"There are quite a lot of people, what's wrong?" Lao Fu was puzzled. He did know a lot of people. After joining several class groups, the first thing he did was to add all his classmates as friends.
He likes to add others on WeChat so that they can see his carefully selected avatar - his handsome head shot.
Many people actively join him.
He didn't understand how this had anything to do with delivery.
But Uncle Li is smarter than him, so you should still listen to what smart people say.
"With these people's contact information, we don't need to deliver the items to them. We just need to tell them where the items are, and our mission will be accomplished."
"So smart" Uncle Li felt that he had come up with a perfect idea.
Old Fu was still confused: "What do you mean? I don't understand what you mean?"
"That's so stupid. For example, if we want to send something to Liang, we can just send it to the mobile phone class where she usually takes classes, and then tell her that we can put the things in the desk and it will be done."
"We just need to plan the route and run up and down the teaching building. Besides, there is an elevator in the teaching building, so delivering goods is a piece of cake."
Old Fu nodded, then shook his head: "I understand a little, but not much."
"To put it simply, Lao Liao is a food delivery man. We are couriers. The teaching building is our designated stop. The podium in each classroom is a delivery cabinet. We just need to put the items in the cabinet."
Uncle Li's idea was very simple. The flea market was only open for one afternoon, and everyone had to go back to the classroom after it ended. They could take advantage of the opportunity and not squeeze in the crowded stalls, thus saving a lot of time.
He didn't care whether Old Fu understood or not. He took the delivery list Aunt Huang sent him and started giving instructions directly: "These three are on the first floor, and these two are on the third floor. Send a message to ask clearly which classroom to send their things to."
While the two were working hard for the "express delivery business", Lin Qinglan came up empty-handed at Lao Fu's stall.
Not far away is Aunt Liang’s bookstall.
"Principal Xiaolin, students Fu and Li left together." Aunt Liang saw that she was worried in front of Mr. Fu's stall and took the initiative to answer her questions.
"Aunt Liang, are these all your books?" Lin Qinglan's eyes lit up. Not only did she see many out-of-print old books, but also books written by Aunt Liang herself. Lin Qinglan was unable to get them when she was in college and regretted it for a long time.
Now my favorite author is right in front of me and I am very familiar with her.
Aunt Liang came today and brought her new book with her, and Lin Qinglan was able to feast her eyes on it.
Before attending the senior citizens' university, Aunt Liang always wrote books by sending out the manuscripts she had written and then reading the manuscripts that were sent back.
It is much more convenient now. I can contact the editor who receives the manuscript via WeChat, and the manuscript can also be sent in electronic version. However, she is familiar with the handwritten paper version and is not very familiar with typing.
Lin Qinglan went to read Aunt Liang's new book with admiration, and as she was reading, she paused while turning the pages.
Aunt Liang’s new book is set in a senior citizens’ university, and the protagonist’s experience is the same as hers, being an elderly person who attends a senior citizens’ university for the first time.
The book tells the story of the senior citizen university from the perspective of the elderly. The perspective is different, and Lin Qinglan was more deeply touched. She was fascinated by the book and wanted to read the ending eagerly, but found that the book stopped at the exciting part.
"Aunt Liang, that's it. I haven't seen enough."
Aunt Liang's eyes were smiling, as gentle and peaceful as when they first met. Her voice was filled with laughter, "Because I am experiencing it now, the story is ongoing, to be continued..."