Chapter 367: Oscar-Worthy Order Notes
Zhang Dezhi left after delivering a fierce threat, saying he would make sure this lousy film crew couldn’t survive in the Beijing circle.
Sister Wang’s ashen face, beneath the foundation, was filled with nothing but venom.
Jiang Ci bent down, picked up the dry twig he had thrown away earlier, and went back to poking the blob of strong glue that was almost dry on the ground.
“Gone?” he asked casually.
Lin Wan rubbed her throbbing temples; that confrontation just now had exhausted all her patience.
“Gone. We’ve thoroughly offended them now.”
Jiang Ci showed little reaction. He tossed the twig aside and patted the dust off his hands.
“Good. Peace and quiet. Saves us the trouble of explaining to them later why you can’t wear haute couture in a Kowloon Walled City.”
The commotion faded.
Everyone’s gaze, as if by prior agreement, fell on the pile of old tires.
Gu Zhiyuan was still holding his previous posture. At his feet lay the plastic takeout container, slightly dented from the fall.
That serving of braised pork knuckle rice was completely cold by now.
Seeing him in this half-dead state, Lin Wan felt a knot in her chest.
Just then, Jiang Ci walked up to the set assistant who was still standing there dazed.
“That takeout order just now,” Jiang Ci pointed at the container on the ground, “which platform was it ordered from?”
The set assistant was a young man fresh out of college. Caught off guard by the sudden question, he instinctively pulled out his phone. “Huh? It was… it was ‘Supersonic Delivery’. This area is remote; only they’re willing to deliver here.”
Jiang Ci nodded and stretched out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
The assistant didn’t understand why, but faced with the Film Emperor’s request, he obediently unlocked it and handed it over.
Jiang Ci took the phone, deftly opened the app, and navigated to the order history.
Lin Wan frowned and walked over, her tone serious. “Jiang Ci, what are you doing? Now is not the time to order takeout.”
Jiang Ci didn’t look up, his fingers tapping rapidly on the screen. “The way Director Gu looks now, he’s clearly starved senseless. We can’t mistreat the director; it wouldn’t sound good if word got out.”
As he spoke, he clicked into the shop from earlier, named “Braised Pork Knuckle Rice King”.
“One serving isn’t enough,” Jiang Ci muttered to himself. “Need to increase the quantity.”
In the quantity field, he directly entered “10”.
“Double the meat, add a marinated egg, add a grilled sausage.”
He kept muttering, checking off every possible add-on and topping.
“Special instructions: No cilantro, extra pickled vegetables.”
Lin Wan saw what he was doing, and her blood pressure instantly spiked.
She grabbed Jiang Ci’s wrist, her voice laced with unmistakable anger.
“You’re ordering ten servings of braised pork knuckle rice right now? And the premium version?”
“Jiang Ci, are you trying to humiliate Chen Yi this way?”
“Giving her a bulk order? Or throwing a few hundred bucks at her as charity?”
Chen Yi’s resolute refusal to communicate, her insistence on treating it as just business, was still vivid in their minds.
Using this “throwing money” approach to call her back now would only crush the last shred of that girl’s self-respect.
Hearing the commotion, Gu Zhiyuan’s body stiffened violently. He looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the phone in Jiang Ci’s hand.
“Don’t…” Gu Zhiyuan’s voice was hoarse, almost pleading. “Don’t let her think… I’m pitying her. She hates that the most.”
Jiang Ci stopped his actions.
He looked up, glancing at Gu Zhiyuan, then at Lin Wan.
“Who said anything about charity?”
Jiang Ci turned the phone screen around, pointing to the delivery fee section below.
“This is called business.”
He pointed to the special instructions field on the screen and read out what he had just typed.
“Film crew has sudden night shoot, entire team is starving, urgently needs supplies.”
“Due to remote location and complex road conditions, specifically requesting the previous rider familiar with the route for delivery.”
“Order amount is large. To prevent wrong or missed delivery,”
“Rider must personally deliver to Factory Zone A, Abandoned Workshop No. 3, and hand it over to a director surnamed Gu for in-person receipt and inspection of goods.”
Jiang Ci paused, then added the final line.
“No need to rush, rider safety comes first. No penalty for overtime, will accept the order even if delivered tomorrow morning.”
Lin Wan was stunned.
She looked at the lines of text on the screen. The anger from moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by a complex sense of shock.
This wasn’t ordering takeout; this was a meticulously designed “way out.”
Ten servings of premium braised pork knuckle rice, total price over five hundred yuan. For someone making a living delivering food, where being late for one order meant a fifty-yuan deduction, this was an “unrefusable big order.”
Moreover, specifying that rider for delivery because she was “familiar with the route” was completely logically sound. It was recognition based on professional capability, not cheap sympathy.
As for “no need to rush” and “in-person receipt,” it gave Chen Yi a safe buffer period and a necessary reason to return.
Within this framework, even if the two faced each other again, Chen Yi wouldn’t have to stand naked before those awkward past memories.
She wouldn’t need to accept anyone’s apology; she was just doing her job.
Jiang Ci shoved the phone back into the dumbfounded set assistant’s hand.
“What are you standing around for? Place the order.”
The assistant fumbled as he clicked to pay.
A soft “ding” sounded.
The order was sent successfully.
For the next half hour, the abandoned factory building was enveloped in silence.
Gu Zhiyuan wasn’t slumped over anymore either.
He got up from the tires, barely daring to breathe, his eyes glued to the set assistant’s phone screen.
What if Chen Yi rejected the order?
What if she saw the special instructions and directly reassigned the order to someone else?
The assistant’s palms were sweaty.
Suddenly, the screen flashed.
“She… she took it!” The assistant’s voice cracked a little. “Someone took the order!”
He held the screen up to Gu Zhiyuan.
Rider who accepted the order: Chen Yi.
Distance from merchant: 1.2 km.
Gu Zhiyuan’s chest heaved violently.
She took it.
She was willing to come back.
Even if it was just to earn this one delivery fee.
Jiang Ci fished a mint candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.
“Director Gu,” he reminded, chewing the candy, his words slightly muffled,
“Workshop No. 3 is two hundred meters from here. There are no lights over there; it’s dark as a haunted house.”
“If you don’t want her groping around in the dark looking for the way, you’d better go wait over there in advance.”
Gu Zhiyuan snapped back to reality.
He looked down at his own appearance.
He began frantically brushing the dust off his clothes.
Lin Wan couldn’t bear to watch anymore. She walked over and helped straighten his collar.
“Go,” Lin Wan looked at him. “Don’t think about how to be sentimental.”
“Just sign for those ten meals. Even if you only say one word like ‘Thanks for the hard work,’ it’s better than hiding here.”
Gu Zhiyuan nodded heavily.
“I’ll go.”
He turned around, his steps somewhat stiff, but he didn’t stop again.
The night wind swirled the floating dust in the factory zone.
That receding back was still somewhat hunched, but compared to the earlier collapse, there was now a touch of resolve.
Jiang Ci watched as Gu Zhiyuan walked into the darkness, heading towards the agreed-upon Workshop No. 3.
“Sister Wan,” Jiang Ci suddenly spoke up, “this meal money, deduct it from Director Gu’s salary, okay? Premium version, quite expensive.”
Lin Wan shot him an exasperated glare, but the heavy stone in her heart had eased slightly.
She knew Jiang Ci wasn’t short of a few hundred yuan.
He just didn’t want this matter to become too heavy.