Boss Wang tapped his imitation gold wristwatch outside the Swift-Flash station office door, crossing his arms with an ugly, mocking sneer as the ten-minute countdown expired.
Behind him, the four bouncers had crawled out from beneath the oil drums, nursing bruised ribs and swollen jaws as they glared at Lin Mo.
“Ten minutes are up, Lin Mo!” Boss Wang mocked, checking his imitation gold watch. “Where is your miracle? Did you order three bicycles from the convenience store? Without my station’s delivery app, thirty couriers can’t even pick up a box of paper clips in this district!”
Old Ma sat on the edge of the ambulance stretcher, holding a warm cup of herbal tea given by Nurse Wang. “Xiao Mo, don’t waste any more money on us. Thirty couriers can always find warehouse work at the docks. We don’t want you getting dragged into a war with the Three-Rivers Logistics Syndicate.”
Lin Mo leaned against his squeaky scooter, tapping his fingers against the handlebars with a calm, deadpan smile.
“Captain Ma, dock work is for cranes, not for honest delivery veterans,” Lin Mo said. “Listen closely. The delivery is arriving.”
From the far end of Industrial Boulevard North, a deep, rhythmic mechanical rumble resonated through the asphalt.
The muddy puddles in the station yard began to ripple. Telephone wires overhead vibrated with a steady, low-frequency hum. The ground itself seemed to shake with the approach of an armored division.
“What is that?” Xiao Liu asked, shading his eyes from the drizzle. “Is there a military convoy passing through the industrial park?”
At the intersection three hundred yards away, the police motorcycle escort appeared once again, blue and amber strobe lights flashing in the midday mist.
Behind the escort rolled an endless, magnificent fleet of emerald-and-gold vehicles.
Leading the armada were three hundred custom-built BYD electric urban logistics vans. Each van was painted in high-gloss emerald green with polished gold lettering on the side doors: TAICHU EXPRESS & SANCTUARY LOGISTICS.
These vans were marvels of commercial utility and human dignity.
Each van was equipped with heavy front crash bars, side-impact armor, and panoramic 360-degree smart collision cameras. Inside the cabin, an ergonomic air-suspended driver’s seat and a heated steering wheel ensured total comfort. A high-efficiency climate-control heat pump kept the interior at a pleasant seventy-two degrees.
In the rear cargo bay, automated dual-temperature lockers kept hot food steaming at sixty degrees Celsius while preserving fresh groceries and chilled medicines in separate refrigerated bays.
Following behind the three hundred vans came ten massive flatbed transport carriers. Mounted on the flatbeds were two thousand smart lithium safety scooters. Each scooter was equipped with a fireproof solid-state battery pack, an enclosed clear weather canopy, heated handlebars, and an automatic emergency distress beacon.
Commander Tie Niu stood on the running board of the lead executive vehicle, saluting Lin Mo as the convoy pulled to a halt, completely walling off the entire avenue outside Swift-Flash Station.
Boss Wang’s cigarette fell from his mouth into a puddle. His jaw dropped so low it seemed ready to detach from his skull.
“Three... three hundred custom air-conditioned vans?” Boss Wang stammered, his eyes bulging like glass marbles. “And... two thousand smart electric scooters? That... that’s sixty million yuan worth of brand-new logistics hardware!”
The thirty riders in the station yard stood frozen, staring through the rusted chain-link fence at the gleaming emerald sea of vehicles.
Lin Mo stepped forward into the center of the avenue. His calm, clear voice echoed over the vehicle public address system, carrying across the entire industrial district:
“Attention all delivery couriers, postal riders, and express dispatchers in Jiangcheng. Today, Taichu Benevolence Group officially establishes Taichu Express & Sanctuary Logistics.”
Hundreds of couriers from neighboring delivery depots came running out of their warehouses, staring at the emerald fleet in utter amazement.
“For too long, predatory station managers have treated honest riders like disposable beasts of burden,” Lin Mo continued in his relaxed, conversational tone. “They rent you exploding batteries, fine you for rain delays, and steal your hard-earned wages. Today, those rules are abolished.”
Lin Mo gestured toward the line of three hundred heated vans and two thousand smart scooters.
“Here are the operating terms of Taichu Express: First, every driver whose confirmed Moral Integrity Score is eighty or above is assigned a brand-new air-conditioned van or smart safety scooter. Zero rental fees. Zero deposit. Taichu Group covers one hundred percent of vehicle maintenance, solid-state battery replacements, and electrical charging.”
Xiao Liu rubbed his eyes three times, while Brother Da-Hai reached out a calloused hand to touch the gleaming black-and-gold hood of the lead van.
“Second,” Lin Mo said, holding up two fingers, “your base delivery rate is set at exactly three times the prevailing market rate. There are zero fines for weather delays or traffic congestion. An honest rider’s safety is worth ten thousand times more than a five-minute delivery metric.”
“Third,” Lin Mo concluded, “every Taichu rider and their immediate family receives lifetime one-hundred-percent free medical and surgical coverage at Taichu Sanctuary Hospital. If your child is sick or your parent needs surgery, our hospital handles the bill in full.”
Su Wan stepped forward with her tablet, addressing the couriers directly.
“Furthermore,” Su Wan announced, “Taichu Express is launching our independent mobile logistics application. We have built our own distributed cloud server architecture. You will never have to pay dispatch commission to the Three-Rivers Logistics Alliance again. Every single delivery fee goes directly into your pocket.”
Tie Niu added in his booming voice, “Every van and scooter has a direct distress button linked to our Iron Guard quick-response command center. If any loan shark, street gang, or corrupt property manager tries to bully a Taichu rider on the road, our armored tactical squads will arrive in under three minutes to handle the dispute.”
The crowd of over five hundred couriers on the street erupted into wild, thunderous cheers.
“Long live Chairman Lin!” “No more battery deposits!” “Three times base pay and free hospital care!”
Xiao Liu ran over to the first van in line. He opened the driver’s door and climbed inside. He turned on the warm heater, feeling the warm air wash over his frostbitten fingers. Tears ran freely down the young man’s face.
“For two winters, my hands cracked until they bled every night,” Xiao Liu wept, resting his forehead against the leather steering wheel. “I can deliver in the warm cabin now...”
Brother Da-Hai touched the solid-state battery compartment of a new scooter. “Non-flammable solid-state core... we won’t have to worry about our bikes catching fire anymore.”
Old Ma stood up from the ambulance stretcher, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks. His hands shook as he looked at the gleaming emerald vans.
Lin Mo walked over to Old Ma and handed him a set of gold-trimmed master keys.
“Captain Ma,” Lin Mo said with a warm smile. “Starting today, you are the First Fleet Commander of Taichu Express. Your monthly salary is thirty thousand yuan, plus twenty percent of our district delivery bonuses. Your first task is to assign these thirty vans to your brothers.”
Old Ma clutched the keys against his chest, bowing deeply with tears spilling onto his jacket. “Chairman Lin... on behalf of every delivery father in Jiangcheng, we will guard your packages with our lives!”
Lin Mo pulled out his matte emerald-green Benevolence Charity Card and handed it to CEO Su Wan.
“Authorize the sixty-million-yuan fleet acquisition and initial operations endowment,” Lin Mo instructed. “Clear the wire directly to the BYD commercial manufacturing consortium.”
Su Wan tapped the terminal with crisp precision.
A grand celestial chime reverberated through Lin Mo’s consciousness:
[DING! COLOSSAL RIGHTEOUS LOGISTICS INFRASTRUCTURE EXPENDITURE DETECTED!]
[TARGET: 30 CORE DELIVERY BROTHERS (GOODNESS: 81–90/100) & TAICHU LOGISTICS FLEET!]
[SPENT: ¥60,000,000.00 RMB!]
[100x PURE-HEART REBATE TRIGGERED: +¥6,000,000,000.00 RMB!]
[PERSONAL VAULT BALANCE: ¥51,732,680,000.50 RMB!]
[BENEVOLENCE MERIT POINTS: +6,000,000 BMP (TOTAL: 53,900,528 BMP)!]
[GOOD PEOPLE NETWORK EXPANDED: 980 -> 1,010 MEMBERS!]
[CRITICAL MILESTONE REACHED: ONE THOUSAND RIGHTEOUS ALLIES UNLOCKED!]
A magnificent wave of golden qi swirled through Lin Mo’s meridians. His dantian expanded, glowing like a miniature golden sun. Reaching over one thousand righteous allies had caused his Rank 1 Peak Martial power to achieve absolute, unbreakable perfection.
Seeing the three hundred heated vans and the sixty million yuan transaction clearing on the outdoor screens, twenty lazy, crooked couriers who worked for Boss Wang pushed their way toward the entrance.
These twenty couriers (Goodness: 25–45/100) were Boss Wang’s favorites. They had spent years stealing customer packages, spitting in food deliveries, and laughing while Boss Wang beat Old Ma.
“Chairman Lin! Take us too!” a scruffy courier named Liu Biao shouted, waving his hand. “We have three years of delivery experience! We want the air-conditioned vans and triple pay!”
Tie Niu stepped in front of them with a cold sneer. He gestured toward the portable [Morality Screening Gate] mounted on the side of the lead transport vehicle.
“Step through the gate,” Tie Niu rumbled. “Let’s see if your conscience is as clean as your appetite.”
Liu Biao stepped eagerly under the sensor arch.
Instantly, the emerald lights vanished. Blaring crimson strobes flashed violently across the street, accompanied by an ear-splitting siren:
[ALERT! PARASITIC COURIER DETECTED!]
[CANDIDATE: LIU BIAO (COURIER)]
[MORAL INTEGRITY: 28/100 (SERIAL PACKAGE THIEF, ADULTERATED FOOD DELIVERIES, ASSAULTED JUNIOR WORKERS)]
[VERDICT: PERMANENTLY REJECTED & BLACKLISTED FROM TAICHU LOGISTICS!]
The electronic screen displayed Liu Biao’s recent security footage where he had intentionally kicked a customer’s birthday cake into the mud.
Another crooked courier, Zhao Qiang (Goodness: 31/100), tried to slip past, only for the scanner to blast his record of stealing luxury smartphones from incoming mail crates.
The gathered crowd of honest couriers jeered and booed in disgust.
“Get lost, thieves!” “Scum like you disgraced our yellow jackets!”
The other eighteen crooked couriers turned pale as ghosts, backing away into the shadows to escape the furious glares of the crowd.
Inside the station office, Boss Wang clutched his desk with trembling hands. He frantically dialed his brother-in-law, Scarface Hu.
“Brother Hu! Help me!” Boss Wang squealed into his phone. “Lin Mo brought three hundred brand-new vans and bought out all my riders! My whole station is wiped out!”
On the other end of the line, Scarface Hu’s raspy, menacing voice crackled. “Don’t panic, Wang. Those thirty riders signed my blank lease papers three years ago, and with compound penalty interest, they owe me thirty million yuan.”
“I am gathering two hundred debt collectors right now,” Scarface Hu snarled. “We will seize their new vans and break Lin Mo’s spine!”
Outside in the yard, the thirty newly appointed Taichu couriers climbed into their air-conditioned vans. They adjusted the leather seats, turned on the warm heaters, and tested the automated cargo locks with broad, beaming smiles.
Right at that moment, it was exactly twelve o’clock noon.
A chorus of loud rumbling sounds echoed across the yard.
Xiao Liu rubbed his stomach, his face turning red with embarrassment. “Sorry, Chairman Lin... we’ve been on the road since five in the morning. None of us have had breakfast yet.”
Old Ma smiled wistfully, holding his stomach. “In this line of work, we usually eat cold steamed buns while sitting on the curb beside trash cans.”
Lin Mo looked at the thirty riders, and then looked out at the two thousand delivery workers, street cleaners, and sanitation crews gathering along the avenue.
Every single one of them was soaked with autumn rain, their lips slightly blue from the cold wind.
Lin Mo’s eyes softened with quiet determination.
“Cold buns on the curb are finished,” Lin Mo said, turning to CEO Su Wan beside him. “An honest worker who braves the storm should eat five-star meals with dignity.”
Lin Mo looked toward the city center.
“Where will two thousand honest outdoor workers eat hot, nutritious meals every single day?” Lin Mo mused aloud, watching the steam rise from his tea. “It is time to open Grandma Chen’s master kitchens across Jiangcheng. We will build twenty sanctuaries of warmth before sunset today.”