Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

This restaurant serves pre-made meals—no, even leftovers don't cook this fast! Chen Yi'e replied, puzzled, "...Please leave it at the door for me."

"...Can I put it on the windowsill?" The person on the other end seemed a little hesitant.

"What windowsill?" Chen Yi'e didn't understand: "Are you sure you didn't send the wrong thing? There are no windowsills in my corridor."

“On the bedroom windowsill…in this room with the blue sheets, there’s a wallet and a kettle on the bedside table.”

Holy crap! I forgot to close the door?!

Chen Yi'e grabbed the showerhead, rinsed her head haphazardly a couple of times, not even bothering to dry herself, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist, then rushed out of the bathroom barefoot.

Wallets and kettles are irrelevant; the laptop on the bed is the real threat—it's the lifeline for the project team for the past two weeks!

All the code, documents, and configuration files are inside! If they're leaked, Lao Zheng might as well jump off the Hong Kong-Macau Bridge!

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!!!

Rushing into the bedroom, Chen Yi'e's mind went completely blank.

Yes, there is a food delivery guy in front of you—but what does it mean to be floating outside the window on the eleventh floor?

The young man floating outside the window pointed to the windowsill, his meaning quite clear: Is it okay to put it here?

Chen Yi'e replied blankly, "Okay, thank you."

The deliveryman gently placed it down, skillfully positioning it on the side where it wouldn't be bumped when the window was opened.

"have a good meal."

Then, the young man turned around, seemingly checking his surroundings.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Chen Yi'e shouted quickly.

The guy turned around: "Hmm?"

"You...you...you...how can you fly?!"

"Just scroll through your phone, and you'll find out." The young man made a phone call gesture.

"You can actually fly!!!"

"What's the big deal?" the guy said with a disdainful sneer. "You're not wearing pants at all!!"

"Huh??!!!" Chen Yi'e then realized that, in her surprise, she had accidentally taken both hands off her bathrobe.

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When Zhang Qiliang left Chen Yi'e's window, he had already run...flew for fifteen minutes and delivered more than 20 orders.

At this time, various social media apps in Y City were incredibly popular.

【quick worker】

"Guys! What they're saying online is true! Did the New York delivery superhero really fail in our Y city?!"

The video shows an intersection, with the phone camera panning in one direction in the sky. The image is a bit blurry, but you can see a small blue figure flashing across the roof of an office building, moving so fast that its outline is completely indistinguishable.

Views: 47. Comments: 2300.

【Tik Tok】

"Look what this is! Flying Coffee!"

The scene shows a Starbucks cup being gently placed on the windowsill of an apartment building. The person filming is a young girl, the camera is shaky, and the background sound is her own scream: "Ahhh, he's here! He's really here!!!"

The background music is the theme song from Godzilla.

Likes: 8.6. Comments: 1190.

WeChat group

"Pick up your food in 1 minute! Deliver it in 2 minutes! They even took the trash bag from the living room in 3 minutes!!!"

Below is a screenshot of the delivery record for a certain order:

Order placed at: 10:47

Pick-up time: 10:48

Delivery time: 10:50

The group message count instantly reached 99+.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!"

"Really?!"

"The picture is real. I know this woman; she just posted a picture of a garbage bag on her WeChat Moments!!"

"Superman helps take out the trash???"

"This is productivity, comrades!!"

"You call this productivity?"

More videos are spreading like wildfire.

Someone captured a photo of the blue figure passing overhead, leaving a blurry afterimage.

Someone took a picture of him making eye contact with himself from the window of an office building, and then he disappeared behind the glass curtain wall.

Someone on the balcony filmed him gently placing the takeout on the windowsill of a window in the next building, and then helping to close the window that wasn't closed properly.

The comments section under every video is exploding.

"They're really delivering food!!"

"I thought it was special effects just now, but it just flew right over my rooftop!!"

"Is he delivering this area? I'd like to order one too!!!"

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The thirtieth minute.

The forty-third order.

Behind the windowpane, three girls, around fifteen or sixteen years old, huddled together, their eyes wide open and their mouths agape.

"Waaaaah!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"It really flew here!!!"

Seeing Zhang Qiliang gently tapping on the window, the three little girls screamed together.

“Why are you so excited?” Zhang Qiliang put down his milk tea. “You guys said in the notes that you wanted it placed on the windowsill.”

"Waaaaah!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Enjoy your meal," Zhang Qiliang said with a smile.

"Wait, wait, wait..."

"Hmm?" Zhang Qiliang turned around.

"Can we take a picture together?" Finally, a little girl reacted.

Zhang Qiliang skillfully turned around, stepped back slightly, and his entire body, which was suspended in mid-air, appeared on camera. He raised his right hand and made a peace sign.

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Thirty-first minute.

Zhang Qiliang flew back to the logistics park station, took out his phone, and clicked to log off.

We've already completed about forty orders, that's about it.

One person's meal is enough to feed the whole family, and the station also provides accommodation, so there's no need to steal orders from the brothers.

Oh, right... there are some things that need to be sorted out.

Zhang Qiliang took out his phone again, opened the rider backend, and clicked on customer service:

"Will my data affect the algorithms used by other riders in the area?"

Two seconds later, the customer service information refreshed rapidly:

"Dear Mr. Ming, hello! I am your dedicated customer service representative, Zhang Zhiyuan, currently working at Huangleme headquarters as a part-time customer service director."

"Regarding your concerns, we would like to clarify: Your delivery data has been independently isolated at the system level, and the relevant algorithm models are all calculated separately, allowing you to freely accept orders globally without affecting the normal order acceptance of other riders in any region."

"We will always remember your guidance and warnings, and we will reflect deeply on them. We are sincerely grateful for your understanding and tolerance."

"In our future operations, we will adhere to our responsibilities and bottom lines, and do our utmost to benefit and generate income for our riders, making us a platform that does not lack ethics."

Thank you again for your inquiry. Have a nice day!

"Huangleme Customer Service Department, at your service 24 hours a day!"

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Shanghai, Huangleme headquarters.

Chen Juefei rushed into the customer service director's office.

The normally spacious suite now felt unusually crowded: nearly ten P8s, four or five P9s, along with Zhou Zhengyi, were all crammed into the room.

"How is it?" Without even greeting anyone, Chen Juefei rushed in and shouted, "How is it now?"

The customer service director stared intently at the screen in front of him, completely ignoring Chen Juefei.

"How is it going?!"

"We have replied according to what everyone discussed last night," Li Nan from the operations department answered.

"And then?" Chen Juefei pressed.

"I don't know... it's only been two minutes!"

"Here they come!" P9 Vice President Li suddenly shouted.

Chen Juefei clearly saw that everyone's spirits lifted instantly, and all their eyes revealed an expectant look.

“…Mr. Ming said,” Zhang Zhiyuan looked up, “that he turned off his tipping button.”

"...And then what?" It was Zhou Zhengyi who asked the question—that's right, even if you're a P10, at this critical juncture, don't expect anyone to give up a spot next to the monitor.

"...Then, Mr. Ming went offline again."

...The light in more than a dozen pairs of eyes dimmed simultaneously.

"Don't be discouraged." At this crucial moment, Vice President Li from P9 encouraged everyone, "At least the communication was honest and the result was satisfactory. We have fully expressed our position of serious reflection and correcting our attitude—being able to make Mr. Ming feel this is itself a very ideal start."

“That’s right.” Another P9 vice president, Zhang, chimed in, “As long as we work together and do things practically to protect the legitimate interests of riders, merchants and customers, I believe that if we persevere, one day Mr. Ming will truly forgive us.”

"We have to do it, even if we don't forgive!"

A certain P8, who arrived even later than Chen Juefei and should have only managed to hear the last few sentences, suddenly blurted out this remark.

Everyone turned around at the same time.

"I accidentally fell asleep just now," P8 sighed as he came in, but his face didn't show much frustration; in fact, he looked a bit healthier. "I've been delivering food for another three years."

Everyone looked at each other.

So you're quite happy?

Ever since being enlightened by Mr. Ming... well, no matter how much they were tormented in their dreams, they couldn't muster the thought of ending their own lives—could it be that gradually going insane is the real price?

“For those three years,” P8 said, a smile that hadn’t been seen in a long time, appeared on his lips as he met everyone’s gaze. “I benefited from our newly launched rider rights protection plan.”

95 Scientific Planning

Sitting at the station entrance, Zhang Qi lit a cigarette.

As soon as the smoke rose, the staff of the Y City Internet Monitoring Center, who were all on duty, sat up straight in front of dozens of screens.

"The target is smoking."

"Received, all channels take note."

"The target is about to take out his phone."

"The public opinion team is prepared to closely monitor all local social media platforms, short videos, forums, and WeChat groups."