Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

After doing all this, the supervisor gently pushed the two documents back to Zhao Dezhu, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief almost imperceptibly, his slightly furrowed brows relaxing a little.

Zhao Dezhu saw it clearly.

The relaxation in his expression was less a sign of relief for Zhao Dezhu's "liberation" and more a sign of relief that he, the bomb, could finally be removed in a relatively peaceful way with minimal impact on the unit.

The resignation of a staff member within the established staffing quota cannot be resolved so simply with just two pages of paper.

There are also personnel procedures, finance settlements, file transfers... a whole host of tedious processes.

But for the supervisor, most of the procedures related to him... or rather, most of the responsibilities, have already been absolved.

Zhao Dezhu silently put away the two suddenly heavy sheets of paper, folded them neatly, and stuffed them back into the file bag.

He nodded to the supervisor, glanced at the two young colleagues on the sofa who had been silent and seemed like background figures, turned around, and slowly walked towards the door.

Just then, the head of a young man—no, a teenager—suddenly peeked out from the office doorway.

"Excuse me, are you Deputy Head Zhao?" the young man asked timidly, facing the direction of the supervisor's desk.

All eyes in the office turned to Zhao Dezhu.

"Young man," Zhao Dezhu cleared his throat, "what do you want with me?"

"Well..." Wang Hai wasn't so oblivious as to miss this subtle hint. He glanced at the several people in the office whose atmosphere was clearly tense. "Could...could we talk in your office?"

"It's nothing," Zhao Dezhu said, not bothering with such trivial matters now. He asked directly, just two steps from the doorway, right under the supervisor's nose, "What is it? Just say it."

“It’s like this…” Since Zhao Dezhu had already said that, Wang Hai had no choice but to bite the bullet and ramble on about how he had been taken in by a kind older brother last night, and how the older brother had told him to come and find Zhao, the deputy section chief, as a “relative” today to help him find a job in the city.

When Wang Hai first started speaking, the two colleagues on the sofa still had a hint of displeasure at being interrupted.

But after hearing only the first few sentences, the supervisor raised his hand and made a "please be patient" gesture, indicating that they should listen carefully.

After Wang Hai finished speaking, everyone in the office immediately understood.

That so-called "kind-hearted older brother" is definitely the same plague who broke in yesterday, kicked down the door, fired a gun, and forced Zhao Dezhu to "report on his work"!

"Oh, right," Wang Hai concluded, bowing deeply with genuine gratitude in his voice, "Zhao... Zhao Fangtou, thank you! Thank you for working overtime last night to help me communicate with Ya... and for getting my wages back. My brother brought the money over this morning."

“This…” Zhao Dezhu quickly pressed, “What exactly happened? Tell me in detail.”

Wang Hai then described how the "kind-hearted man" from that morning came to the hotel and handed him an envelope containing money.

The people in the room quickly exchanged glances, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

This child is too naive; he doesn't understand at all.

Even if these cross-regional labor dispute payments can be recovered, they will never be paid in cash, let alone arrive overnight!

So, where did the cash come from?

Ya and Y cities are more than 800 kilometers apart!

"Anything else?" Zhao Dezhu's Adam's apple bobbed. "Just say it, don't hold back, tell me everything."

Who among us isn't a seasoned veteran? We could have easily discerned the excessive politeness, courtesy, and embellishment hidden in this young man's words.

Even a fool could tell that, given that plague god's style, he wouldn't give the Ministry of Labor any face, let alone anything else.

“Big brother…Big brother said,” Wang Hai said in a soft voice, “you are his…distant cousin.”

"Oh?" "Huh?" "What!"

A low gasp rippled through the office, and even the usually composed supervisor's brow twitched.

"Anything else?" Zhao Dezhu asked hastily, ignoring his colleagues' reactions, even leaning forward slightly. "What else did my uncle say?"

"He...he said...if you can't even handle this little thing, he'll...slap you."

Everyone looked at each other.

After a while.

“Ahem, um, Lao Zhao…” The supervisor smiled as he looked at Zhao Dezhu, who had turned around: “Bring me that document from earlier so I can take another look. There are a few words that seem to have some flaws.”

44 Unexpected Disaster

Zhao Dezhu put the file bag back on his desk; this time, he even forgot to hand it over.

“Young man, come on…” He turned around, a warm smile spreading across his face like never before, and beckoned to Wang Hai, his tone almost impatient. “Let’s talk in my office! Factories? We have plenty! I’ll definitely help you pick the best and most suitable one…”

As he led the still somewhat dazed Wang Hai outside, he began to ramble on:

"Hmm... How about Yongguang Electronics? It's a large company, and I've heard the benefits are pretty good... Ah, no, no, it seems like their orders are unstable lately, and overtime is probably unpredictable."

“What about Quanta Computer? They provide meals and accommodation, and their management is very standardized… But that won’t work either. They are very strict about educational qualifications, and it would be difficult for you to get in.”

"There's also Xinhua Precision. The dorms are pretty good, and the work isn't too tiring...tsk, but their wages are kept low, and they rely entirely on overtime pay. If they want to earn more, they have to work overtime all night, which is bad for their health."

"By the way, Lifeng Parts! The boss is the brother-in-law of a distant cousin of mine, so he can probably talk to me... But forget it, that factory is too family-run, the management is all relatives, the rules are chaotic, there's a lot of trouble, and an honest kid like you would easily get taken advantage of there."

Outside in the corridor, Zhao Dezhu's voice continued to drift in, offering suggestions followed by rejections.

The boy, clearly at a loss, could only respond stammeringly.

As the sounds faded into the distance, Zhao Dezhu's voice suddenly rose a little: "Hey! What's the use of just daydreaming here? Here's what we'll do, Xiao Wang, I'll take you there right now! We'll see for ourselves whether the environment, the pay, and the boss are reliable!"

"Now? Take me there?" The little guy was surprised. "This...this won't do! It'll interfere with your work too much!"

"Oh dear! How is this a delay? This is my job!"

The conversation ended outside in the corridor.

The sound of footsteps going downstairs grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

The office returned to silence.

The supervisor reached out and took the file bag that had been forgotten on the corner of the table. Without opening it to check for any flaws, he simply opened the drawer beside him, put the file bag inside, and locked it.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Li remained frozen in place, their expressions stagnant, as if they had witnessed the end of some absurd drama but did not know how to applaud.

Their eyes met, then they quickly looked away.

It was Xiao Li who spoke first.

As someone in the General Affairs Office and a natural confidant of the Supervisor, there were certain things he had to ask: "Supervisor, should we... follow procedure and notify the Express Shift Office?"

"Why bother notifying them?" The supervisor snorted. "Want them to spend another half hour coming up with an excuse?"

Clearly, while they were helpless against the plague god, the Li Yi Si (Labor Bureau) was not without its temper when it came to the blatant delays of the fast train.

"But...but they explicitly stated before that anything related to...'that' must be dealt with immediately..."

"Did you see that? Or did you see it?"

The two shook their heads quickly.

"That's settled then." The supervisor leaned back in his chair and waved his hand. "Go tell the gatekeeper that they're working on a campaign to standardize the registration of people entering and leaving the premises."

Xiao Li understood immediately, responded, and ran out.

He returned shortly after, his expression somewhat subtle: "Supervisor, I asked...the gatekeeper...they didn't register it just now."

"Hmm," the supervisor responded noncommittally.

“But…” Xiao Chen, who had been mostly silent, couldn’t help but interject, “The security cameras… probably caught it on camera.”

"If the surveillance cameras are broken, go to the logistics department. What's the use of telling me?"

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Zhang Qiliang was already running errands.

Xiao Mao was very diligent today, arriving at 5 a.m., so naturally, the electric scooter could no longer be borrowed.

However, the station manager, Lao Li, was quite considerate. When Zhang Qiliang arrived, he took him to a familiar electric vehicle shop nearby.

The car dealership owner, who also rents out used electric bikes and sells delivery equipment, provided Zhang Qiliang with a complete set of gear out of consideration for Lao Li and their long-standing partnership.

A black electric scooter, about 80% new, with a decent battery range, is available for rent at 300 per month, with a deposit of 800.

A blue takeout box with some wear on the corners but good insulation is practically being sold or given away for free.

The boss simply pulled out an old helmet with a beverage advertisement logo printed on it from a corner of the warehouse, waved his hand and said, "Take it and use it, consider it a free gift."

There was also a power bank left behind by a brother who had changed careers. It had a slightly faulty connection but was still usable, so he also handed it to Zhang Qiliang.

"Make do with this for now, we'll upgrade to something better once you're more experienced." Old Li patted the seat, which was his way of showing his support as a new employee.

So Zhang Qiliang mounted his new mount and disappeared into the streets that were gradually coming to life in the morning light.

Just like yesterday, I only accept two or three orders at a time, never trying to do too much.

He waits patiently at red lights and rides steadily in the non-motorized vehicle lane, never getting impatient or trying to squeeze through traffic jams.

When delivering food to older residential areas, if he encountered buildings without elevators, he would climb up step by step, breathing evenly and moving steadily.

When the food was delivered to the office building, he would wait quietly outside the turnstile, without urging or complaining, until the customer came down to pick it up. Then he would politely deliver the food and say, "Enjoy your meal."

Once he achieves self-sufficiency, the numbers in the system representing "average delivery time" and "number of orders" become meaningless to him.

The number of orders in the morning gradually decreased, and the afternoon peak was not as intense as yesterday.

At 3 p.m., after delivering his last order, Zhang Qiliang parked his car next to a quiet little park.

He took off his helmet, placed it on the bicycle seat, and then slowly walked to the pond next to him.

The early summer afternoon sun shines through the sparse leaves, casting shimmering spots of light on the water's surface.

Zhang Qiliang squatted down and watched several red koi fish lazily swimming among the water plants near the shore, occasionally blowing bubbles.

He just watched quietly, and occasionally a fellow rider who was also taking a break would pass by, nod and greet him, and he would return the greeting with a simple nod.

After resting for more than an hour, the evening rush hour began.

This time, his luck ran out. On his seventh delivery, Zhang Qiliang received his first complaint in his career.

[Complaint Notification]

[Customer complaint from order number ending in 4417: The food did not meet expectations and had quality issues.]

[Platform assessment: There may be an issue with the delivery process, which has been recorded. Please wait for further verification. Your service rating may be affected.]

Immediately afterwards, the customer's complaint details arrived, and the language was quite strong:

"I ordered braised pork ribs! What the hell is this?! The ribs are all broken pieces, with more bones than meat! The broth doesn't taste or color right! What a piece of junk!"

Zhang Qiliang was puzzled: What does the problem with the food have to do with me, the deliveryman?

Other riders might have to search through their records for ages, but Zhang Qiliang's photographic memory allowed him to retrieve the relevant footage instantly—less than half an hour ago, the fourth order came from a home-style stir-fry restaurant called "Old Flavor".

When picking up the food, the clerk behind the counter, his face covered in grease and sweat, impatiently pulled one out of a pile of takeout bags and loosely tied the plastic bag at the top.

He took it and weighed it in his hand. Inside were several stacked square plastic lunch boxes. He could feel the lukewarm warmth through the bag, and there was a faint greasy smell.

The delivery address is an old apartment building not far from the restaurant.

The person who opened the door was a young man dressed in clean home clothes. He politely said "thank you" when he took the bag. He seemed gentle and kind, not the kind of person who would cause trouble.

Anyway, it's a service industry...

The complaint has been received, so it definitely needs to be addressed.

Especially Zhang Qiliang.

So he turned the car around and, relying on his clear memory, quickly arrived at the apartment building.

It's on the 7th floor, and there's no elevator.

Clearly, the residents on that floor seemed a little embarrassed.

At the entrance of 701, there is a small, multi-tiered wooden shelf.

At the bottom, several unopened bottles of mineral water were neatly stacked, while the upper layers were filled with individually wrapped bread rolls and candies. Next to them was a handwritten note that read: "Thank you for your hard work, delivery/courier! Please feel free to take what you need, don't be shy."

The handwriting is neat, and there's a simple smiley face drawn below it (^_^).

Zhang Qiliang raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came the voice of the young man from inside the door, slightly puzzled.

"Hello, delivery rider. We received a complaint about your order, and I'm here to find out more."

"The delivery driver?" A young woman's voice immediately rang out from inside the room, her tone raised in surprise. "You complained about the delivery driver?!"

"Huh? Did I complain about the delivery guy?" A male voice followed, sounding clearly confused and hurried. The sound of slippers clicking on the floor quickly approached the door. "I... I just pressed the complain button, and selected 'food quality issue'... It popped up a lot of options, and I didn't look carefully before clicking submit... Oh dear! You're the one who usually orders takeout, I'm not very familiar with these things..."

With a click, the door opened.