Winner Takes It All, Resurrection 2009

"Shh, what's wrong with you? You came out of nowhere and scared me."

The delivery man Wang Dajun was rushing out. The company went crazy today. As the evening rush hour approached, they suddenly issued an order requiring everyone in Shanghai to strictly abide by traffic regulations.

In particular, running red lights and occupying non-motorized vehicle lanes are not allowed (in order to prevent rescue forces from arriving in time). Violators will be immediately expelled once discovered.

The rush hour after get off work is also the peak time for ordering. In order to deliver more orders and earn more money, they would like to lift up the electric bikes and run, but the company's tough attitude scares everyone.

For fear of having the account blocked, which would affect the site assessment bonus and reduce income, there is no time to take shortcuts, so the only option is to save more time in the food pickup and delivery process. Every second counts.

A person suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it was so dark that I thought I saw a ghost.

Just as he was patting his chest to calm himself down and looking at the strange man in front of him in confusion, Lin Wenhui, who was shivering from the cold due to losing his clothes, was even more excited than him. He reached out to take the navigation order phone.

He even said arrogantly, "I am Lin Wenhui, the group's chief financial officer. Can I use the phone?"

He was not polite. Usually, no one in the group would give him face. Not to mention borrowing a phone, even if he needed to borrow a partner, there would probably be a lot of people who were willing to lend him a hand.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t work here. Who among the frontline deliverymen knows who he is?

Wang Dajun didn't believe it at all. This guy in front of him, who seemed to have just escaped from some garbage dump, was the president of the group?
"You may be the chief, but I am still the head of the guild. Let go. If you steal my things, I will call the police."

Lin Wenhui was more excited to see him than to see his relatives, and he was unwilling to let go easily. "I'll return it to you after I give you a call. It's urgent. Don't worry, I will definitely benefit from it."

"You're in a hurry to find the police, why are you looking for me! Don't move, or I'll beat you up."

If he had come up politely and asked to borrow the cell phone, Wang Dajun would definitely let him use it. But now he would not tolerate him at all. He stretched out his hand and pushed him away, and he let out a cry.

Lin Wenhui fell to the ground immediately, exhausted from running all the way.

He was cold and hungry, and had no strength at all. He fell down at the first touch. If you didn't know the truth, you would think he was a professional scratcher.

"I told you not to blackmail me. I just pushed you gently. If you hadn't snatched my phone, you wouldn't have fallen."

Wang Dajun wanted to leave, but he felt so pitiful for the man. His face was dirty and covered with leaves and grass roots, his lips were shivering and slightly purple from the cold, and he didn't even have shoes on his feet.

Little did he know that he couldn't run fast in leather shoes. The moment he was attacked, the security assistant took off Lin Wenhui's shoes.

Now he is shrouded in darkness, dressed like a homeless man, no wonder people don't believe him.

"I'm unlucky to run into you. You want a phone, right? Here, I'll lend it to you. Call right here, and don't run away."

Wang Dajun didn't want to cause trouble. Seeing that the other party was still conscious for the time being, and looking at his size, he estimated that he could beat three of them alone, so he simply handed over the phone, and at the same time couldn't help but say:
"Brother, it seems like you were doing pretty well in the past. Tsk tsk, these shirt and pants don't look cheap."

"Thank you, thank you. After I make the call, I will find someone and ask them to give you a thousand, no, ten thousand."

Lin Wenhui was born in finance and was particularly sensitive to numbers. He regained his confidence the moment he got the phone and skillfully entered a series of numbers. While waiting for the call to be connected, he did not forget to make a promise to Wang Dajun:

“By the way, what’s your name and which station are you from?
I'll say hello to your stationmaster later and take good care of you."

"Thank you very much, but please don't bother. Our stationmaster is very busy."

Wang Dajun curled his lips. With a preconceived notion, he felt that the man in front of him might have some problem with his brain, otherwise he wouldn't be wandering around barefoot in such a cold day without a coat.

As if to verify his conjecture, Lin Wenhui became more and more excited as he spoke, "You are so young, there is no future in delivering food. Are you interested in finance? It makes money quickly and you can also learn skills."

The situation was suddenly out of danger and he was able to contact his own people right away. One can imagine how Lin Wenhui felt. He felt inexplicably close to the first person he came into contact with.

In addition, the stimulation just now was too great, and he had long lost his usual elegance and composure.

Seeing that the other party didn't believe a word he said, he became anxious: "It's in the villa area over there. See? The company has a trading team in it. In just half a month, they made more than 300 billion Hong Kong dollars by shorting the Hong Kong stock market.

If you are willing, I will give you an internship position and you can help out. If you can become a trader in the future, you can easily earn millions a year.

If you can catch the recent big market, the commission will start at more than 100,000 yuan. "

"It's been so long and the other party hasn't answered. You'd better not be so hasty and stop bragging. You've made 30 billion, but it's doubtful whether you can take out 30 yuan in your current state.

Let’s think about what to eat and where to sleep tonight.”

Wang Dajun didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in his words. What villa area? There was no villa area in this area.

Lin Wenhui was dumbfounded, "That's not right, why didn't you answer the phone?"

I didn't give up and called again, but still no one answered.

In his haste, he forgot that the private numbers of the group's top executives were whitelisted, and only numbers stored in the address book or internal work numbers could dial in.

Well, Wang Dajun’s number is also an internal work number, but the level is too low. Above him are team leaders, station managers, regional managers, city managers, regional branch company presidents, and regional directors.

Only the deputy general manager of a subsidiary company or someone at the level of director or above can get through to the senior management of the head office group.

"No one answered the phone in the office?"

Lin Wenhui didn't believe it and called four or five numbers in a row, but unfortunately none of them went through. He even suspected that he was dreaming, otherwise, where did all the people he knew go?
He was confused because he could have just called the police, but he had to think of someone he could absolutely trust first. Perhaps it was because of his inner defensiveness that he didn't dare to call.

Wang Dajun couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the phone away. "You're pretending to be serious. Goodbye, don't delay my delivery."

He was already certain that the other party was a lunatic, so it would be better for him to leave as soon as possible.

"No, I'll just fight another one. I swear, as long as I find the person, I will definitely repay you handsomely, okay?"

Lin Wenhui was anxious and stopped him from leaving. "Just one. I'm in trouble now. I was just being hunted down and my assistant is dead. Please beat me one more, just one."

"Make it up, keep making it up. Next, are you going to say that you are Qin Shi Huang, who has just been resurrected and needs 2,000 yuan to remove the seal? And then you can make me the Grand Marshal of the Army?
I'm being hunted down and my assistant is dead. What era is this? We live in a society ruled by law. Do you recognize this portable camera on my chest? Don't think of committing fraud, I tell you.

Everything is recorded. You can't get away with it if you cheat others.

I am crazy to give up my promising job as a food deliveryman and waste my time here with you."

Wang Dajun wanted to just leave, but he saw the other person's bright, pleading eyes, and his hands that were slightly raised as if to try to keep him, but without any movement.

He felt inexplicably soft-hearted and after much hesitation, he handed over the phone.

“Just one, the last one, whether the call goes through or not, I’m going to deliver the food.

You may not know that if I exceed the time limit for one order, I will be deducted two points and fined five dollars. Alas, what's the point of telling you this? You are a fool.

Go ahead and fight, I am kindhearted, just be quick."

I thought that maybe he had some inexplicable obsession, and it wouldn't take even a minute to beat him.

"How could that be? Hurry up and answer the phone, Li Zehua, you bastard! Damn it!"

Lin Wenhui finally got a chance to save his life, but his boss didn't seem to care about his life or death and refused to answer the phone.

To avoid being discovered by the killer, he looked around, which made Wang Dajun more certain of his identity.

"Alas, every family has its own problems. This guy is probably just like my uncle who couldn't handle the blow of business bankruptcy. He is still immersed in the past and can't get over it.

But the name Li Zehua, does it feel so familiar?
Maybe it was someone who owed him money and didn't pay it back, otherwise he wouldn't have such a big grudge. These days, if you don't pay back your money, you deserve to die."

During this distraction, Lin Wenhui didn't notice that he was secretly exiting the phone interface because he realized, "Yes, if I can't get through on the phone, I can find someone in the corporate WeChat group!"

But the next second, he couldn't help but curse, "Zhou Anquan, Feng Mingcheng, Ye Feng, you guys are beasts, why do you have so many rules and restrictions?!"

I can log in to the corporate WeChat, but the permissions are too low. I can only see the parallel departments in the fourth district (suburbs) of Shanghai, and the highest that can be displayed is the entire area.

The key is that ordinary employees can only contact their immediate superior's superior, who is the assistant regional manager, and cannot see anyone above them unless the other party takes the initiative to contact the employees below them.

Of course he knew that this was to prevent subordinates from reporting everything to higher-level managers, which would lead to a decline in grassroots management authority. Besides, the managers above deal with trivial matters every day, so what is the point of a stationmaster?

If you want to contact middle-level managers, there is a chance. There is a reporting function in the corporate WeChat. If you report with real name, at worst there will be an employee from the Compliance and Supervision Department who will take the initiative to contact you for communication.

The key point is that these are too low. Lin Wenhui looked up and saw that the other party seemed to be distracted. He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, opened the area where the area was located, and pressed it several times with trembling fingers.

Only then can I type out clearly what I want to express.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Just as Lin Wenhui was about to press the send button, Wang Dajun suddenly woke up. When he looked at the familiar WeChat group interface on the mobile phone screen, he was almost scared to death.

There are some shady guys in that group who only show their avatars without their names or job titles. You can't open the chat room to chat with them individually. I heard from the old people in the site that some of them are CEOs of subsidiaries.

Even the regional director might be spying in there. When I first joined the group, the webmaster repeatedly reminded me not to type or chat in there unless necessary.

Now I have been typed a long paragraph of words by a madman. If I send it out and cause trouble, I will be scolded by the company and the region, and my site will be affected. That would be really unfair.

But before he could take action, he saw the madman reaching out to press the button.
"No, stop it now!"

Wang Dajun shouted at the top of his lungs, and without slowing down, he struck the opponent's hand.
"Who knows if there are any assassins lurking around? This is my last hope. I'm going to take a gamble and hope that the boss will get the news earlier than the traitor and send someone to rescue me."

Lin Wenhui subconsciously prayed in his heart and was about to send the message when he suddenly noticed a large hand approaching rapidly from the corner of his eye, which frightened him so much that he almost dropped his phone.

It happened so quickly that before he could react, he heard two sounds of "bang, clang" almost simultaneously.

Wang Dajun slapped him on the hand, but before he could feel happy, something happened that made his heart rise to his throat.

mobile phone!

Taking advantage of the momentum, he slammed heavily onto the concrete floor in front of the old residential building. The sound seemed to be a heavy blow to his heart.

If possible, he would rather fall down himself.

Because that was the Honor that was bought with half a month's salary, a full two thousand five hundred dollars, and it's not the Roewe that costs 798!
He tried his best to yell, "Fuck!"

Then Lin Wenhui looked even more desperate. He didn’t even know whether the message had been sent.

Because the smartphone fell heavily to the ground, the screen instantly showed dense cracks and flashed, and it looked like it would die soon. Lin Wenhui finally reacted, "Are you crazy? Are you crazy? Why did you smash your phone for no reason? I don't even know if the message was sent."

"You are the one who is crazy, your whole family is sick!"

Wang Dajun wanted to cry but had no tears. Looking at the phone that did not respond no matter how he pressed it, he wanted to beat Lin Wenhui up on the spot, "If you are sick, take medicine!

If you want to die, don't drag me with you. I'm just a wage earner. I saved money for several months to buy an Honor phone, but you ruined it like this.

The most wicked thing is that you are really a lunatic. It’s over now. There is no chance to find someone to redeem and compensate for the loss.”

"Hey, hey, hey, it looks like you broke it yourself."

Lin Wenhui was confused and was still wondering whether the message had been sent. He was very confident that as long as the people below him were not traitors, they would contact the boss immediately.

And with the boss's influence in Shanghai, someone will come to protect him in a minute.

Just as I was thinking, I was suddenly awakened by a burst of sobbing. I turned around and saw, "I didn't cry when I was being chased by someone, why are you crying?"

"Woo woo~ I need money for my family and I need to save money to marry a wife. My phone is broken and I have wasted half a year's work. Woo woo, I am so unlucky. Woo woo."

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Wang Dajun cried silently, muttered to himself, and ignored him completely.

Two thousand five is not a small amount of money for a delivery man.

Who doesn't have daily expenses and social interactions? Qingyun's salary is high, but it's only five or six thousand a month, and living in a big city, it's all gone if you spend it casually.

Lin Wenhui understood a little bit. Seeing the sad face of the man opposite him, and thinking that he had helped him so much, it would be illogical and unkind of for him to just walk away.

Just go up and pull his clothes.

Wang Dajun was very angry and wanted to beat him to death, but seeing that he was a handsome man and looked sincere, he felt embarrassed to bully a fool.

"Hey, go away. It's my bad luck to meet you!"

Unfortunately, the fool not only did not leave, but squatted in front of him, took something off his left wrist, and handed it to him, "Here, Patek Philippe, a big brand, a collection of classic models, this one is more than 40.

I'll take a small loss as compensation for your phone."

"For me?"

Wang Dajun was stunned, but the watch handed to him looked so grand and exquisite under the dim light, with an indescribable sense of high-end art.

Forgive him, he really can't tell whether it is valuable or not. He has never heard of Patek Philippe. But when he subconsciously compares it with his mobile phone, he always feels that this watch is more expensive.

"Take it, it's just a watch. I'm also responsible for breaking your phone, so I'll just consider it as compensation for your loss."

Lin Wenhui was not sure whether the message had been sent, but as no assassins had come yet, he must have been held back or driven away by his own people who had arrived.

My mind was in a mess just now, but now I have figured it out a little bit. It shouldn't be that dangerous anymore.

Wang Dajun did not dare to answer it, because he felt that the aura and temperament of the person in front of him suddenly changed inexplicably, as if he was a legendary big shot.

Well, at least he’s better than the webmaster.

"You just took it when I told you to. You're not a man at all. It's just a cell phone. Is it worth crying about?

When I'm safe again, I'll have someone send you some more, and you can change one every day."

Lin Wenhui stuffed the watch in his hand, then stood up and pointed at his takeaway box, "Is it too much to exchange a watch worth more than 40 yuan for a mobile phone and a takeaway from you?"

I ran for three kilometers straight and consumed a lot of energy. I was really hungry.

"That won't do!"

Wang Dajun stood up suddenly, stared at the other person suspiciously, then looked at the Philippe watch he was holding in his hand. Mainly because the price was beyond his understanding, he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

It’s not that he is greedy. If the watch is really worth so much money, he would not dare to take it. It is precisely because of the uncertainty that he hesitates.

However, if the other party wants to eat the takeaway he delivers, that’s not allowed. In his opinion, he will be fined if he steals the customer’s takeaway.

"It's over. Timeout! It's all your fault."

Wang Dajun suddenly remembered that if he argued with this guy for less than ten minutes, the next order would definitely be delayed. Oh my god, he just lost a mobile phone and now lost five dollars. What a loss!
I looked at the phone again and it didn’t respond no matter what I pressed. I got even more angry. For the next three or four orders, there was no internal decoding navigation system (the consumer’s address on the phone was all garbled and needed to be recognized by the internal navigation system).

What the hell is going on? It's definitely overdue. The most urgent thing now is to find a colleague for help, or go back to the station to find a temporary mobile phone as a replacement. No matter how you look at it, it's a big loss.

"Why am I so unlucky? Forget it, let's go to the nearest station to get a backup machine."

He shook his head and ignored Lin Wenhui. He got on the electric scooter and was about to start it, but when he looked at the watch tightly held on his left hand, and then at his lonely but unusually tall figure who was persevering in the cold wind.

He admitted that he was shocked by the opponent's cool personality even when he was crazy, and he didn't have the heart to abandon him.
"Slow down, I'm freezing."

"Stop making noise or I'll throw you down."

"Stop the car. I want to get out. I want to enjoy the air conditioning. Ah, ha, ha."

The cold wind was blowing, and under the night sky, a young man was riding an electric scooter, with a man in a shirt and no shoes sitting behind him who had no image at all. He was holding a takeaway box to block the wind and keep warm, but was still shivering with cold.

The passing vehicles all stared at this strange combination with curiosity. One of them didn't believe it and came over, lowered the window and drove side by side. The driver even asked in a frivolous way:
“Brother, is this your latest performance art?”

No matter how good-tempered Lin Wenhui was, he couldn't keep his composure after being tormented by the series of tortures, and he cursed loudly: "New you m."

"Stupid, you psychopath will freeze to death."

The driver laughed heartily, stepped on the accelerator and overtook the car in front, giving the two people a mouthful of fresh exhaust gas.

Lin Wenhui slapped the driver who came with the white lady ticket and said domineeringly: "Chase him and kill him."

Wang Dajun was also disgusted, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and took advantage of the traffic to catch up and curse. However, Lin Wenhui, who was sitting in the back seat and wanted to speak, felt wronged, but as soon as he opened his mouth, cold wind could not stop pouring in.

I was shivering with cold, which completely affected my performance.

The driver was not afraid at all. While waiting for the traffic light, he pushed open the door and got out of the car, scolding the delivery guy on the electric scooter. In a moment, he even threw his phone and missed the order.

Unable to hold back any longer, they immediately started a fierce argument. Together with Lin Wenhui, who was sure he was out of danger and had no place to vent his anger, they faced off against each other on this busy main road.

A fierce battle of greeting each other's household registration books broke out!

"Damn it, you stinky workers dare to bully me, a local. If you have the guts, don't leave. I'll call someone to beat you two bastards to death."

The driver had a hard time fighting one against two, let alone two guys at full firepower. He was scolded so much that the surrounding car owners didn't leave and leaned out to watch the fun.

The driver was still not convinced and took out his cell phone to call for help.

"Calling for help, who wouldn't? You have more brothers than me."

When Wang Dajun heard that it was a local and he wanted to call for help, he was shocked. He was about to run away after saying something harsh, but suddenly he realized that something was wrong.

Countless delivery guys riding electric scooters suddenly appeared from all directions and nowhere.

None of them wore helmets, which would have made the traffic police very happy in the past. But today, the men with helmets on motorcycles were mixed in with them, so they just pretended not to see them.

Instead, when he saw the delivery guy, he would loudly ask, "Is this Wang Dajun?"

"No."

Then he asked, "Who knows where Wang Dajun is?"

Wang Dajun was stunned when he heard the noise:
“Looking for me?

When did I become so famous?
Coincidence, right?

He didn't think about the guy behind him at all.

But it didn't stop him from pretending to be powerful. "You, you, you, wait for death. My name is Wang Dajun. Now my brothers are here. You, a local, try to touch me."

The driver was a little frightened, and said with all his strength: "Who are you trying to scare? I have the hat, do you dare to touch me?"

As he spoke, he glanced around, feeling increasingly unsure.

Because many people wearing hats and delivery guys were staring at the yellow-robed war god who called himself Wang Dajun.

"You're the only one called Wang Dajun?!"

"Ah, I guess it's me~"

"Is Wang Dajun like this?"

"I haven't seen it, is it true?"

Lin Wenhui coughed a few times, "Stop chatting, someone go and drag this grandson down and beat him up."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Lin Wenhui."

"Boss Lin, I finally found you. Are you okay? Why aren't you wearing any clothes? Aren't you cold?"

"Don't say anything, just take it off and put it on me first, young man, you have no sense at all, just as stubborn as Wang Dajun."

"Who said I don't have good eyesight?"

The young man, who was only wearing a warm cotton coat, refused to do it. After a while, he pointed at the shivering driver and shouted, "Boss Lin said, take him out and beat him up." (End of this chapter)