Life-continuing takeaway system: I want to be the king of running orders!

Lin Tong nodded yes, and said he would go back later.

In the private room, a group of people were moving their necks and shaking their heads.

Senior Song said in surprise:

"Xiao Lin, your method is really effective. I feel a lot lighter, as if I have unloaded 30 catties of meat."

Lin Tong smiled, but recalled the black shadow on Senior Song's lungs, and his expression was a little serious again.

Lin Tong asked:

"Does the senior usually smoke?"

Senior Song shook his head:

"Don't smoke."

Lin Tong asked again:
"Then does anyone around you smoke?"

Senior Song is a little embarrassed:
"To be honest, my wife smokes."

Not only Lin Tong, but everyone present was shocked: "Does your family smoke or is it the other way around?"

Lin Tongdao:
"Senior, you may need to go to the hospital for a physical examination. There may be some problems with your lungs."

After hearing Lin Tong's words, Senior Song's complexion changed:
"what is the problem?"

Lin Tong reassured:
"It's not a big problem. There are early symptoms of cancer in the lungs."

Lin Tong thought for a while, then said:

"Senior, try to tell your wife not to smoke, because the harm of second-hand smoke is even more harmful to those around you."

Senior Song couldn't sit still anymore, and wanted to go to the hospital immediately to register for a physical examination.

Since someone was about to leave, others got up one after another.

After all, this is a working time period, and there are serious things to be busy in the afternoon.

However, compared to before, several seniors' attitudes towards Lin Tong have changed.

The principal greeted several seniors and left one after another. Lin Tong saw them off one by one.

Only the teacher Shen Changjun and the dean were left beside Lin Tong.

Lin Tong was also about to leave, but the dean stopped him.

The dean was a little awkward, and Shen Changjun said goodbye to Lin Tong when he saw this.

Seeing no one around, the dean finally asked:

"Lin Tong, look at my hair, is there a chance to grow it back?"

Lin Tong looked at Dean's Mediterranean, and held back his smile:
"Yes, yes, but the cycle is a bit long."

When Lin Tong helped the dean with acupuncture, he had already treated him for his baldness.

But it doesn't mean that if the hair is long, it will grow out.

Lin Tong gave the dean a prescription, which was actually black sesame and fleece-flower root, which are medicinal materials for hair growth.

But the dean still held Fang Zi beamingly and left.

No way, young people may not understand how important hair is to a man's self-esteem.

Seeing that everything had stopped, Lin Tong hurried back to the site.

In the station master's office, a man was half lying on a chair with his legs crossed.

The station master smiled and stood beside him.

Lin Tong heard the conversation between the two from a long distance away.

"What time is it? I haven't come here yet, is this rider a bit drifting?"

The manager helped explain:
"It's nothing. He is the order runner of our site. He was still running orders very late last night. He should have just woken up."

"Hmph! No professionalism at all."

Hearing this, Lin Tong frowned.

This stranger, seems to have a bad impression of him before meeting him?
He didn't remember messing with the manager.

Besides, what is the professionalism of the rider?
It is to deliver the takeaway to the customer as early as possible to make the customer happy.

What does it have to do with you?
Lin Tong knocked on the door.

The station master breathed a sigh of relief, saw Lin Tong, and hurriedly pulled him:
"Lin Tong, come, come, let me introduce you, this is the general manager Chen of our yellow robe takeaway."

Lin Tong nodded and greeted General Manager Chen:

"Hello, General Manager Chen."

General Manager Chen, who was complaining about Lin Tong's late arrival just now, was silent now. After a while, he raised his head from his phone, glanced at Lin Tong and said:

"You are Lin Tong?"

Lin Tong looked at the station master, who was still winking at him, and he said neither humble nor overbearing:
"it's me."

General manager Chen folded his hands on his chest and said:

"You are so arrogant? I have been here for a long time, and you came so late? What are you doing?!"

While talking, General Manager Chen even patted the table.

Is this wearing shoes for yourself?
Lin Tong couldn't understand.

As a delivery rider in a yellow robe, Lin Tong should at least give him a verbal compliment for being so brave, right?

Why did it suddenly become a thorn?

If it wasn't for the stationmaster's face, Lin Tong would have left now.

Lin Tong said lightly:
"It's okay, let's go out to eat."

General Manager Chen seemed very dissatisfied with Lin Tong's statement, pointed at Lin Tong's nose and cursed:
"You're a rider, you don't just take out food, but you also go to eat, don't you know what's delaying?"

Lin Tong became more and more unhappy with the domineering general manager in front of him:
"So what do you want to say?"

The general manager patted the table again, pointed at Lin Tong and said:

"Little Chi, is this the attitude you should have? Believe it or not, I won't let you run away with a single order."

Speaking of this, Lin Tong couldn't bear it anymore.

Lin Tong's hand quickly grabbed the other's extended finger.

One reverse one click.

A scream like killing a pig came from the station master's office.

Lin Tong said harshly:
"This is Jinling, not your magical capital, so put your farts away.

Your father and I still have things to do, so I don't have time to deal with a rotten person like you. "

General Manager Chen, who was suffering from pain in his fingers, looked like a pig's liver and was sweating profusely. He was panting heavily:

"Seeing that you performed well, the company asked you to act as a spokesperson to shoot a new promotional video. It's for your face. With your attitude, I don't think there is any need to shoot it."

Lin Tong snapped his fingers again:
"That's it?"

Lin Tong swaggered away:

"This kind of spokesperson is inappropriate."

In the stationmaster's office, General Manager Chen moved his fingers and said viciously:
"You little red guy, see if I don't deal with you."