I Just Want to Deliver a Normal Takeout

Staring at the 18 billion yen credited on the mobile phone, Chen Feng couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Rachel, who came over with two glasses of milk, nodded vigorously.

"Afeng has already told them about the flaws, and the auction is fair. We didn't hire anyone who maliciously raised the price, so they are sincerely willing to spend the money to buy these collections." Blinking his eyes, Ruijier said slowly: "The figurines made by Ah Feng are very real and beautiful, and the weapons are also made of real materials, and Ah Feng spent a lot of time designing it, right? This is also the result of mental labor plus physical labor. , is the reward Ah Feng deserves."

After thinking for a while, Chen Feng decided:

"Then make it more delicate next time, or you won't feel at ease when you pick it up."

"Come on, Ah Feng!"

silent night...

In the early morning of the next day, this was already the last day before departure, the sun outside the window was covered by thick fog, and the temperature dropped considerably. Chen Feng, who went out to deliver food early in the morning, rarely put on an extra layer of clothing under his jacket.

'You have a new order, do you want to grab one? '

'Successful order grabbing! '

When it comes to grabbing orders quickly, Chen Feng is a professional, and he usually picks up a lot of orders at once.

During the working period, most of the orders he needed to deliver were some light breakfasts, and there were many orders hanging on his body. Chen Feng turned into a takeaway again and walked into the last steamed dumpling shop.

The boss and Chen Feng are both acquaintances, and besides Chen Feng, there will be no deliveryman with a big box on his back, and there are a lot of deliverymen hanging in front of him. When he sees Chen Feng coming in, he will signal Chen Feng's order On the table in the corner.

Fortunately, it is Chiba City University, otherwise the other delivery staff would not even be able to receive the order.

What Chen Feng enjoys is the feeling of delivering things to customers. In fact, he is no longer short of money, so it will be a lot more relaxing to deliver now, but the amount of exercise is still not comparable to that of other delivery staff. Who would give a dozen or twenty at a time? list?

Moreover, through Yang Nai's operation, he obtained the right to speed in the city without being punished. As long as there is no accident, he can say anything.

The car given by the company is too rubbish, and Chen Feng also has some money, so he spent 800 million to replace a ducati Superbike 1199 Panigale S Tricolore to deliver food. Every time he travels, he is very fast Man, delivering a takeaway was forced into a life-and-death situation by him. If the customer went to take the takeaway outside the community, he would look at Chen Feng with a confused face, not knowing what to say.

After sending it off in the morning, Chen Feng felt comfortable all over, because his hands were cold without gloves.

After parking the car and taking off his helmet, Chen Feng was planning to find a place to settle his lunch, but he just took two steps when he saw an old man wearing a worn-out cotton cap sitting under a landscape tree reading a book on a small folding stool. Not far from the tree, there is a small kiosk where books can be borrowed for free.

Next to it is an old bicycle, and a blue basket is hung on the bicycle, which contains some bottles and cans.

This is a vagrant, a non-beggar who does not want to receive relief money even if he is a vagrant, and does not want to depend on others.

Chen Feng looked at the old man who had lost countless pages of "All Quiet on the Western Front". He turned around and walked into a nearby bookstore, bought a book and came out.

"Do you like it? This book."

Chen Feng squatted in front of the old man and asked.

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, heaved a long sigh, shook his head and replied:

"Excitement, longing, disgust, peace is a precious and priceless treasure..."

Chen Feng smiled, and handed over the book he just bought but tore off the package from behind, "I was planning to throw it away, I will give it to you, it is a very good thing to read more."

After finishing speaking, Chen Feng turned around and left, leaving the old man looking at the extra books in his hand with a confused expression.

So new, so new, there's no way it's a book that wants to be thrown away.

But before going far, a strange-sounding voice came from behind Chen Feng.

"Feng Jun?"

familiar voice...

Chen Feng turned around and saw a person standing four or five meters away from him.

White nude boots, a purple scarf around the slender neck, only showing the face above the mouth, wearing a light pink sweater skirt, black pantyhose outlines the slender legs of this 'girl' .

Chen Feng did not expect to see Sayuri in this place, he raised his cold and stiff right hand expressionlessly.

"Good afternoon, Miss Sayuri."

Da da da--

This young girl who seemed to be only twenty years old trotted over, slowly took off the scarf around her mouth, and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Feng is still working hard as always, and Mr. Feng just went to buy a new book, right?" Sayuri glanced around Chen Feng, and just now she saw a figure that looked like Chen Feng, until Chen Feng chatted with the old man. It was only when she got up that she was sure that this person was Chen Feng, who would do some weird things for no reason, and there would be no one else but him.

Sayuri asked suspiciously: "Is Lord Feng going to have lunch?"

Chapter 63 Well Commanded, Complicated Blessings

"I'm looking for it. The quick bento over there tastes good. I've eaten it several times and plan to go for it. After all, I may not have time later."

Pointing to a shop not far away, Chen Feng said.

"No time? I remember that high school is already on vacation."

"Xiaojing said that she was going to do some activities on an island in the north. I have relatively few credits, so I agreed."

"Hey - wait!"

Sayuri was startled, thinking it must be the same place... Her company and several other companies sponsored an event, and that event was also on an island in a certain northern country.

"Is Feng Jun talking about the one in the north of Sakhalin Island?"

"Yes, we're leaving tomorrow. What's the matter?"

Sayuri shook her head gently, and said: