They are all reborn, who will fall in love?.

Chapter 586 Should I call him foster father or uncle?
The New Year is approaching, and the streets and alleys are filled with lights and colorful lights.

Due to the holidays, offline physical stores have experienced peak business, while the business in the takeout market has gradually reached a trough stage, giving all major platforms a bit of breathing space.

Taking this opportunity, all food delivery platforms are trying their best to adjust their operating models and optimize their platforms.

I was so hungry that I invested all the remaining funds into the development of the rider app.

Nuomi Waimai quickly followed the previous group buying path and compiled a target list, intending to occupy these four cities after the beginning of the new year.

Word-of-mouth takeout is even more impressive. It directly acquired a late-night snack app and a work meal app, which can be regarded as occupying two cities in disguise.

At this time, fast food is in a quagmire.

He found that the method of giving a basic salary and signing a contract could not work in the Internet industry.

The efficiency of rider recruitment is too low, there are too many tedious signing matters that require manual operations, and the delivery fee is not high, there is no advantage at all.

In addition, the Nuomi takeout was right next door, causing Xi Zhongwen to frown every day.

I used to do distribution in Kyoto and was responsible for three office buildings. Life was quite happy at that time, but now I am becoming increasingly unhappy.

At this time, major information platforms are still adding fuel to the fire.

[According to statistical surveys, the number of registered people in the delivery person industry has increased to 60,000. 】

[College students work part-time delivering food during holidays to pay for their own tuition. 】

[With just one electric bike, a part-time rider can earn over 10,000 yuan a month. 】

[There is no distinction between high and low in the industry, and part-time riders have become a popular job. 】

When an industry is repeatedly marketed in the news, it means that the industry is in short supply.

As these news spread and were reprinted on the Internet, their impact on the rider industry began to increase.

Twenty-seven-year-old Liu Qiang has been driving screws on the construction site with his neighbor's sixth brother for a year. He is currently waiting for his boss to send him money to go home for the New Year.

The construction site has stopped now, but the money is waiting for money, and Liu Qiang is getting more and more impatient.

"Brother Six, have you received your wages? It's almost the Chinese New Year. How can you go home without money?"

"No, the contractor said that the project won't be available before the end of the year, and it will probably be delayed until next year."

"Why does this happen every year?" Liu Qiang was extremely depressed.

Brother Six sighed: "Qiangzi, I have already planned to stop working next year."

"What if I don't do it? The baby is so young and still has to go to school!"

"I plan to deliver food. We are still young. There is no need to waste ourselves to death on the construction site."

Brother Six raised a black hand and handed a blue leaflet to Liu Qiang, with the three characters "I'm not hungry" written on it. However, the leaflet had footprints on it, so it looked like he had picked it up from the ground.

Liu Qiang took it and squatted in front of Sixth Brother and took a look: "I can earn over 10,000 yuan a month by delivering food. Is it true?"

"It's a bit high to earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, but the old man in charge of watering has been working for three days and earned more than 300 yuan."

Brother Six stood up and patted his butt: "Qiangzi, don't wait any longer. Pack your things and go home for the New Year. My children are all waiting at home. When I come back next year, I will get my salary back first and buy an electric car. I will take you there." Go deliver food."

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, no matter how big a thing it is, nothing can compare to going home to celebrate the New Year, and the wave of returning home has reached its peak.

Jiang Qin went to the suburbs to inspect the docking warehouse of the group supply chain, then visited his uncle and aunt with gifts, and then returned to Jeju.

Without waiting for a break, Jiang Qin was dragged by Yuan Youqin and Feng Nanshu to the city to buy new year's goods, and also went to Nanya Village to attend the New Year's Fair.

Nanya Village is Jiang Qin's grandma's home, and the annual fair on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month is the largest, even as big as the temple fair.

At this time of year, all kinds of people come to join in the fun, even those living in the city.

Once inside, there are people pushing bicycles and riding tricycles everywhere you look.

On the high-spirited road of loess, there are people everywhere asking "How to sell this" and "Can it be cheaper?"

Jiang Qin's role at this moment is equivalent to that of a human shopping cart. After shopping around, his hands are full.

Of course, Yuan Youqin bought more things, while the little rich woman was responsible for looking around.

Today she was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, jeans, and a pair of leather boots. She glanced at every stall she passed, even the fish seller, blinking her eyes without knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Qin directly found a stone pillar at the entrance of the village and sat down: "Little rich woman, you go shopping with your mother while I rest."

"Ow."

"Buy me a roasted chestnut, I love that!"

"understood!"

Feng Nan rushed to Yuan Youqin, and the mother and daughter walked hand in hand towards a more lively place.

At this moment, Jiang Qin saw a person sitting on the stone pier opposite, wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and black rectangular glasses, with a look of confusion written all over his face.

This man he had met last year was the son-in-law who followed his girlfriend back to the village to celebrate the New Year.

At this time, he still hasn't made any progress compared to last year. Except for his hairstyle, which has changed a little, he still has a blank look on his face, as if he is saying who am I, where am I, and what do I want to do.

Soon, the son-in-law who returned to the village also noticed Jiang Qin, and his eyes widened instantly: "I remember you, you are Jiang Qin, I speak for myself. I met you last year, and the more I thought about it, the more we looked like you!"

Jiang Qin picked up the three plastic bags in his hand, which contained chickens, ducks and rabbits: "Do you think Jiang Qin can do such rough work?"

The son-in-law who returned to the village was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't think so."

"Yes, only Yanzu can do such rough work."

"?"

While they were talking, a girl wearing a green down jacket suddenly appeared on the opposite side and waved to them. There is also a woman behind the girl. Judging from her face, she should be the girl's mother.

At this time, the eyes of the son-in-law who returned to the village suddenly became alive. He immediately stood up and ran over with the plastic bag in his hand.

"Bah, no status."

Jiang Qin complained, and suddenly found Feng Nanshu also appearing at the bridge, holding sugar-roasted chestnuts and waving to him.

Boss Jiang's eyes suddenly came to life. He picked up the plastic bag on the ground and ran over...

"I just wanted to buy some lard residue to make dumplings. Nan Shu has never eaten it. The one sold by Zhang Laowu is too expensive. Come with me again."

"What am I going to do?"

Yuan Youqin lowered her voice: "Please cooperate. You are just pretending to be a greedy child and insist on eating. I have no choice but to go back and try again."

The corner of Jiang Qin's mouth twitched and he looked at Feng Nanshu: "Can't we just let the little rich woman try it?"

"No, I won't lie." Feng Nanshu said with a small face.

Jiang Qin glanced at her: "You can't lie to others, but you can only lie to me? Am I not a human being?"

"You are a big bear who can climb trees."

"..."

Then Jiang Qin was dragged by his mother to Zhang Laowu's stall to join the mother-son bargaining game.

Just at this time, Xu Yu's budget sheet came out and was sent to his mobile phone waiting for approval.

Strict selection of group grouping, in-store group grouping, daily specials, group grouping supply chain, Nanshu commercial marketing, algorithm center...

The amounts are in the millions or tens of millions.

While Jiang Qin was bargaining with his mother for three yuan and approving a budget worth tens of millions, he felt that his life was so divided.

In the end, Yuan Youqin successfully bought the lard residue at two yuan off the price, and walked back with the plastic bag.

"Mom, I make so much money every year. If you don't spend what I give you, why don't you be more generous when buying groceries?"

"Bargaining is one of the few hobbies your mother and I have."

Jiang Qin pursed his lips, took Feng Nanshu's little hand, and walked towards the parking space at the end of the village. As soon as he got in the car, a cold little hand stretched out.

The little rich woman peeled a roasted chestnut and wanted to feed it to him.

Jiang Qin lowered his head and ate the chestnuts: "Why are your little hands so cold?"

"You're not holding this back."

Feng Nanshu sat in the passenger seat and murmured, then peeled another chestnut and handed it to Yuan Youqin.

There is no 29th or 30th on New Year’s Eve this year. New Year’s Eve falls directly on the next day.

A bunch of relatives came to Lao Jiang's house again, almost breaking the threshold. There were even many people who hadn't been in contact with each other for decades. This time they came here to see the boy who spoke for them!
Jiang Qin couldn't bear the disturbance, so he hid out again, and then made an appointment with Yang Shu'an and Guo Zihang to play a few rounds of mahjong at the water bar.

Then while typing, Jiang Qin's phone vibrated. When he opened it, he saw a message from Qin Ziang.

"Are you going to set off fireworks tonight?"

Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, then saw Qin Ziang add another sentence: "Uncle?"

During the previous Chinese New Year, Jiang Qin never bought fireworks, and relied on his dog power to prostitute Qin Ziang for nothing many times.

But I didn't expect Qin Ziang to send a message tonight to ask for instructions.

In fact, Qin Ziang's father, Qin Xiongwei, had not found the opportunity to invite Jiang Qin to dinner a few years ago. He had been thinking about it, so he asked Qin Ziang what Jiang Qin liked.

You don’t have to eat the meal, but gifts must always be given.

If it weren't for Jiang Qin's final green light, the shopping mall project in Jeju New City might not have been possible for their company. This most basic courtesy exchange was still necessary.

"He likes money."

"Do you even need to say that? I like money more, but I can't give it away. I won't accept it even if I give it away."

Qin Ziang thought for a long time: "Then no, but his girlfriend likes to set off fireworks."

"Just wait, I'll find someone to contact a truckload of fireworks to come over. You invite me, be polite!"

"Oh……"

Qin Ziang smacked his lips and watched his father hurry out of the door, then took out his mobile phone and opened Jiang Qin's chat box.

"Are you going to set off fireworks tonight?"

"..."

"uncle?"

After Qin Ziang finished pronouncing the last word "uncle", he thought to himself that I should be polite enough. I can't just kneel down and call him foster father like that shameless guy Guo Zihang.

Besides, when he was in school, his relationship with Jiang Qin wasn't very good.

But seeing Jiang Qin's delay in replying, Master Qin hesitated for a moment, then reached out and typed two words [adopted father] in the chat box.

But just before these two words were sent out, Jiang Qin replied with the word "Go", which instantly made Master Qin relax and quickly deleted the word "Foster Father".

Great, my dignity is preserved!
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(End of this chapter)