Chapter 2769 - 1720: Hehe, Don’t Leave

Chapter 2769: Chapter 1720: Hehe, Don’t Leave

The emerald green fragments on the table no longer convey the exquisite and luxurious nature of the Heavenly Craft Exhibition’s gold medal.

Then, another question arises.

Boss Jiang remained calm in the face of danger, lifted his gaze, and looked at Zhao Fan, who was crafting a story in his mind across from him.

"After the customer signs for the delivery, if the package is damaged, is the delivery person responsible?"

"..."

Zhao Fan was speechless.

Boss Jiang’s sudden question left the true delivery guy stunned.

"Should be, not."

Zhao Fan shook his head dumbly.

Good.

At least there’s no need to worry about being slandered.

Boss Jiang withdrew his gaze and then raised his hand to pick up the irregular fragment on the table.

But the other party was quicker, reclaiming the fragment back.

Indeed.

If it was the Nine Carp Painting he delivered to the door, even if it was broken, it would still be worth a fortune. Worst case, it could be made into a smaller accessory; Dragon Stone Type will always be Dragon Stone Type.

But is it Dragon Stone Type?

Boss Jiang isn’t a jade expert; if Dragon Stone Type and Imperial Green were placed side by side, he might not tell the difference, but if it’s glass versus Dragon Stone Type, he’s more likely to distinguish it.

This "fully armed" woman is not only peculiar but also adorably charming.

That’s right.

Bickering is one thing, but who would vent their anger on a priceless treasure?

If you really encounter such a woman, don’t hesitate, run away, as far as you can.

Miss Shi was enough to spook ghosts; she only ever smashed a few million-dollar diamonds at best.

"Even if saving, you’d at least take a piece of jade, but glass..."

Someone didn’t know what to say; is the other party committing fraud or purely insulting his intelligence?

"Glass? How can you say this is glass?"

To avoid provoking the other party, Boss Jiang restrained his amusement and spread his palm, "Show it to me."

The woman didn’t move, apparently more interested in stabbing his neck than his hand.

Jiang Chen didn’t insist, glanced at Zhao Fan peeking across, and instead of using a glass, picked up the beer bottle and chugged the remaining beer.

"Want to add anything else?"

Zhao Fan shook his head instinctively.

"Waiter, the bill please."

Jiang Chen called out.

See.

Clearly, he was treating.

Zhao Fan didn’t care about splitting the bill anymore, and while the waiter collected the skewers, he kept glancing at the woman across, brain racing against time.

Glass.

Jade.

Along with the earlier mention of delivery damage compensation.

The previous theory flipped.

It seems this isn’t a cliché drama of a player meeting an ex.

Dedicated delivery.

Definitely high-value items.

Could it be the package he previously delivered to Biluo Yunjian contained jade stone?

If monitored with medical devices, Zhao Fan’s brain cells would be notably active now—delivery is purely physical, no IQ required, just physically able. However, don’t forget, he’s a bona fide graduate from a second-rate university.

Knowledge may not be essential.

But can’t be absent!

Thus.

The old plot torn apart, new queries emerge one after another.

Clearly, the package was delivered to 6-6.

6-6 houses a wealthy, leisurely, picky middle-aged couple.

Suspected DINKs.

Then why would the package "fragments" appear in the hands of this bizarre woman?

"Please settle the bill at the front desk."

The waiter counted all the skewers and drinks.

"Have a seat."

Boss Jiang’s rise didn’t disrupt Zhao Fan’s thoughts. As nerve synapses formed connections, he felt the truth was imminent!

"Are you the owner of Biluo Yunjian’s 6-6?"

He stared intently at the strange woman across from him.

Earlier, that guy named Jiang Chen suspected she was wearing her mother’s clothes!

Of course.

He hadn’t seen the aunt wear this long matte black down jacket—but she owned too many clothes, and the fashionable style matched the aunt’s taste.

Couldn’t see the face.

Couldn’t see the expression.

But Zhao Fan can feel that behind the pitch-black sunglasses, those eyes are watching him.

"I’m a Speed delivery person; Biluo Yunjian community is my responsibility, and I’ve delivered to 6-6 before."

The fear of sudden silence in the air.

Zhao Fan was quite puzzled; if she were mute it’d be fine, yet she clearly can talk.

Could it be his appearance issue?

No way.

Delivery requires social skills, involves face-to-face interaction with customers, so appearances matter.

He admits.

He doesn’t measure up to that guy’s handsome looks, a tad inferior, but still decent-looking.

Why completely ignore him?

"I even went to 6-6 today; the aunt requested me to. Was today’s delivery genuinely problematic?"

"Miss, don’t worry; Speed will never shirk responsibility. If it’s our fault, we’ll take full responsibility."

Playing the lute to a cow.

If filmed, edited to remove the strange woman, there’d be no impact.

Zhao Fan opened his mouth but rationally chose to give up.

Perhaps the opponent isn’t air.

But treats him as air.

Dejected and frustrated, Zhao Fan grabs the beer bottle, still half-full, wasting it would be shameful.

"Let’s go."

Comrade Jiang Chen returned after settling the bill.

Zhao Fan wiped his mouth; finally, nature called, "WC."

Boss Jiang waited in place, didn’t leave without notice; it’s basic courtesy.

Interestingly.

The strange woman who automatically blocked the delivery guy also seemed to have such manners.

In gender-neutral restrooms, separation between men and women relies solely on individual stalls.

Zhao Fan finished urinating, relaxed all over, walked to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and scrubbed his hands.