Chapter 40: Can't you write with your hands?
At the entrance of the hotel, Zhou Bing personally escorted Su He over and said, "Mr. Su, thank you for your cooperation and understanding. I hope you won't take risks like this again in the future."
Su He scratched his hair and said with a silly smile: "Captain Zhou, you have told me eight times, I know I was wrong, I will pay attention to safety next time..."
"There will be a next time?" Zhou Bing was stunned.
Su He did not answer, but thought to himself, if this system does not arrange , is it still his system?
Fortunately, the police did not suspect him this time, otherwise he would not have been able to get out after only three hours.
Back in the house, Su He couldn't wait to pick up a pen and write a few words. No matter which font he used, it gave people a comfortable feeling. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He kept writing until dawn. He stopped with a feeling of unsatisfied desire, washed up, went downstairs to have a simple breakfast, and walked towards the takeaway station.
Before coming to the capital, he had already contacted a takeout delivery station here, which was not far from the hospital and could also take care of Uncle Shen and the others.
Since Su He had experience in delivering takeout food, he got hired smoothly. There was a second-hand electric vehicle at the station, and he spent 800 yuan to remove the old battery and sell it, and then installed the battery that had been rewarded by the system, and that was all he needed.
The stationmaster had originally planned to take Su He to familiarize himself with the surrounding environment and routes, but with a smart navigation map in his head, Su He didn't need to find his way at all. He started taking orders directly during the lunch rush hour.
"Ding, you have a new takeaway order, please process it in time."
Riding on the electric scooter, that familiar feeling came back. Su He did not grab too many orders. Although there was navigation provided by the system, he was still a newcomer facing unfamiliar communities and doormen, and still needed time to get familiar with them.
"Uncle, please open the door for me!"
Su He ran into trouble with his first order. The security guard was sitting in the room listening to the radio. He turned his head, glanced at him, and turned away as if he didn't hear anything.
Fortunately, there was plenty of time. Before someone came out in a few minutes, Su He rushed in.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't you know that deliverymen are not allowed to enter this community?" The old man chased out and blocked Su He.
The stationmaster had already explained the situation in this area. For the more difficult doormen, most deliverymen chose to give a one or two dollar opening fee. Su He had encountered this kind of thing many times before, but he had three choices before him.
"Option 1: Use your virtue to convince the guard to let you in. Completion reward: universal access card for the capital area!"
"Option 2: Force your way into the neighborhood and complete the delivery. Completion reward: a new phone!"
"Option three: Pay the guard to let you in. Completion reward: one dollar."
The difficulty is proportional to the benefits. Conflicts between deliverymen and doormen have long been commonplace and are a necessary process for almost every deliveryman to grow.
Passing cigarettes, giving money, and saying sweet words are the methods commonly used by deliverymen. When they come out to earn money, how many of them can stand up straight and earn the money?
Conquer people with virtue?
Su He glanced at the old man. The old man was not tall, but he had a strong aura and looked righteous and impartial. In fact, the stationmaster had already told him that the old man would let him pass for just one dollar.
But this would only give him a one-dollar reward, which obviously did not meet his expectations.
As for using force to solve the problem, the old man was just worried about being bored at work and wanted to go to the hospital to lie down, so Su He was not that reckless.
"Young man, are you new here?" The security guard couldn't help but say when he saw Su He was stunned.
"This is a high-end residential area. Not everyone can come in..."
"Newcomers should know some rules..."
Su He scratched his head, feeling a little overwhelmed. The old man looked like a seasoned man. To this kind of person, you just need to give him money. It would be harder than climbing to the sky to convince him with virtue.
At this time, another delivery man rode over, threw a dollar on the table, and went straight in without even raising his eyes.
"Uncle, it's wrong for you to do this... If your boss finds out, he will definitely fire you! " Su He began to reason.
The old man snorted and said unhappily, "You little kid, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, don't try to bluff me with this. The property owner is my nephew, why don't you ask around and find out which deliveryman in this area doesn't pay? Go away, I won't let you in even if you pay!"
The old man rushed into the guard room, took out a steel fork, and yelled at Su He: "Get out quickly, or I will be rude to you!"
The deliveryman who had just gone in came out and advised, "Brother, delivering the order is more important."
After saying that, he left.
The old man became even more proud when he heard this. Although he was just a security guard, he had the right to enter and exit the community.
What should I do?
Su He glanced at his phone. This order was about to time out, and he still had several orders to deliver. Was his first order in the capital going to fail at the hands of this old man?
"Uncle, how about I sing a song for you?" Su He was ready to close the distance and ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Get lost!"
The old man hit Su He with his fork, his brows raised and his eyes glared, as if he was going to fight Su He to the death.
It turns out that the old man doesn’t like listening to music… Su He didn’t give up and continued to ask, “Uncle, are you hungry? How about I cook two dishes for you?”
The old man exerted force on his hands and Su He was pushed out.
Helplessly, Su He took out a dollar and prepared to deliver the takeaway first. At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a calligraphy hanging in the guard room. It was particularly eye-catching, with four big characters: Be indifferent to fame and fortune!
It can be seen that there is some standard, but it is still not to Su He's liking.
"Sir, did you write that?"
The old man looked at Su He and said with his head held high: "Of course, don't look at me as a security guard, I am a member of the Capital Calligraphy Association, and this calligraphy has won an award..."
When it comes to words, the old man starts talking nonstop, but he has no intention of letting Su He in.
"Then the threshold of this calligraphy association is too low. Can you win a prize just by writing a few random words?" Su He has master-level acting skills. At this moment, he showed extreme shock and disdain, shaking his head with disbelief on his face.
The old man originally thought that Su He would give him some compliments, and maybe even let him in if he was in a good mood. But this brat kept cursing people in a roundabout way.
Calligraphy has always been something he was proud of. Now that Su He belittled it, the old man instantly got angry and said angrily: "What do you know about calligraphy, you little bastard? You don't even know how to hold a brush, and you still have the nerve to criticize my handwriting!"
"Can't we write with hands? How difficult is that? What I write with my feet is better than yours!"
Su He was not afraid of the old man's murderous look at all.
"Ding!" The door opened.
The old man rushed out and yelled, "Come on, write it for me with your feet. If you can write it, I will let you in and I won't charge you any money in the future!"
"What are you standing there for... bring me a pen!"
Su He took off his shoes directly.
