Rebirth: I Want to Surf

Guangzhou is a rich city, but this kind of thing has nothing to do with being rich.

There are also materials, of course Guangzhou is not short of money, but it is not an easy task to raise so many materials in a very short period of time and deliver them.

In this tense atmosphere, the relevant person in charge received a thin man whose full title was: Manager of Maiwo Logistics South China Regional Branch.

"Hello, Chief! Hello, Chief!"

The manager expressed panic, eagerness and enthusiasm, and said: "We have been preparing since we heard the news. We have raised some supplies and just want to do our best."

"Tell me specifically!"

"We have dispatched 100 trucks. The supplies include instant noodles, biscuits, bread, mineral water, candy, quilts, raincoats, thermos, etc., as well as a small amount of milk powder and diapers."

"The cars are divided into two types: 9 meters 6 and 4 meters 2, all of which are vans."

"The first batch of 20 vehicles is waiting for orders at our own logistics base, and the remaining vehicles are still purchasing materials in nearby counties and cities, and will come over one after another."

"One hundred?"

Everyone was startled, you transferred all the cars from South China? ? ?

This kind of van doesn't just come in casually, one hundred cars need the cooperation of departments and traffic management, not to mention that the train station is already blocked, how to get in and stop is a problem.

Someone raised concerns, and the manager said with a smile: "We also have tricycles used by couriers. They are small and flexible, durable in leather, and have a lot of cargo. They can go deep into the hinterland."

Emmmmm!

For a while, the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Everyone found that this buddy was here to advertise, and he was too well prepared, as if he was a prophet. The situation is critical, and we can't control this. At present, this is the most practical solution.

The manager stayed inside for a while, and when he came out, he was accompanied by several staff members, and immediately started to act.

…………

Suburbs, logistics park.

20 vans are ready to go. After waiting for a long time, the whole body is bright red, with the words M express printed on it. It is a bit tacky, but it is very conspicuous, and you can notice it at once.

The driver is also uniformly dressed, with a red waterproof jacket, black pants, and a red hat, a bit like a firefighter, and a bit like a sunset red tour group.

These are all Maiwo's self-operated trucks.

The logistics of the mall has been in operation for several years, and it has long been different. Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are the earliest markets to be developed, and the construction is the most complete. This time, the resources in South China were directly mobilized, just like JD.com's entry into Shanghai in 2022, rushing in without hesitation.

"call!"

In the smoking room, a driver exhaled a puff of smoke. He waited for a long time and was still unable to start. He was inevitably a little anxious.

An old man gave a few lessons and said: "We do good deeds. To do good deeds requires a clear mind and an open mind. Don't curse. If we don't do well in the end, people won't thank us."

"That's right. Our things are all given away for free, which is noble from the root. It's not like those who sell a bucket of instant noodles for 50 yuan in the name of doing good things, and are reviled by others."

"That's right, you can't make Yue Fei's movie and do Qin Hui's business!"

"Hahaha, that's too overwhelming!"

While chatting nonsense, suddenly there was movement outside, and a person shouted loudly: "Get in the car, get in the car! Ready to go!"

rub rub rub!

Several people stood up immediately, went out to get in the car, and got into their own cars. The driver who was cursing just now was the first in line. He was about to ask what the solution was, when a police car suddenly stopped in front of him.

A hand came out of the window and shook, making a forward gesture.

Then the police car starts.

Hiss!

The driver was startled inexplicably. His body seemed to be a little itchy and hot. He subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and followed. He looked in the rearview mirror, and his colleagues followed closely behind, forming a row of red.

A police car cleared the way, and the convoy drove into the urban area, heading towards the train station.

Somewhere on the outskirts of the station, the driver stopped. He saw that this place had become a temporary transfer station. Logistics colleagues, street personnel, and volunteers rushed over to transfer the supplies from the truck to the tricycle.

After unloading one car soon, the policeman gestured for him to leave from another intersection.

"..."

There was no dialogue during the whole process, and everyone was buried in work.

The driver drove away silently, making room for the car behind him, feeling more and more itchy and hot, and casually put on the Little Red Riding Hood that he didn't usually like.

"Pack it separately! Pack it separately!"

"This car is mineral water, and this car is raincoats... One car for one kind of material, and then form a convoy. You send it there and come back to pick it up. Do you understand the cycle?"

A street worker organized work and shouted for a long time in the rain. Seeing that the courier boy was only loading the goods, he hurriedly picked him up and said loudly: "The speed must be fast, and it must be circulated. If the masses feel that the supplies are insufficient, it will be easy. Something happened!"

"What?"

"I said the speed must be fast, it must be fast... Oh, do you understand?"

"Speak as you speak, so what are you doing so loudly?"

In stark contrast, the courier brother with a calm face asked, "Do you know how many couriers and tricycles we have?"

"ah?"

"I didn't know you were making a fuss!"

The little brother pulled his hand away, turned around and raised his arm, and shouted at his companion: "Brothers, are you ready?"

"alright!"

"Just wait for a day!"

"Fuck, say something nice! What do you mean, just wait for this day, you are going to die?"

"I'm honored if I don't die, anyway, I'm honored!"

These couriers are distributed in a wide range of age groups, and most of them are not highly educated, but this does not prevent them from thinking that this is something to be proud of.

One by one, their eyes are shining in the rain.

Of course, the bonus is also enough.

The leader raised his arms and shouted: "Let's go!"

The couriers all got on their tricycles, wore the same waterproof red coats and hats, and left along the street.

The closer you get to the train station, the narrower the road and the more people there are. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the tricycle has disappeared into the turbulent sea of ​​people.

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