But when faced with this message, more Vanguard members simply hesitated.
On the edge of the bustling food street, a chubby bald delivery man hastily stopped his electric bike next to an elderly delivery man: "Uncle Xin, did you get it?"
"What are you yelling about." The old delivery man, ignoring what was ahead, took out a pack of cigarettes, plucked one out and put it in his mouth, leisurely lighting it up and taking a puff. Looking at the parking area that used to be filled with delivery men, he chuckled, "Well, finally no one's snatching orders."
"It's not just that no one's snatching; it's freaking exploded!" The chubby delivery man took off his helmet, wiped off sweat, grabbed his phone and said, "I've got over two hundred orders I could take... This is the first time in two years I've felt things looking up, Uncle Xin."
