Guangzhou is a wealthy city, but this kind of thing has nothing to do with wealth.
There is also supplies. Of course, Guangzhou is not short of money, but it is not an easy task to raise so much supplies and transport them in a very short period of time.
In this tense atmosphere, the relevant person in charge met with a thin man whose full title was: Manager of the South China Regional Branch of Maiwo Logistics.
"Hello, Chief! Hello, Chief!"
The manager showed fear, eagerness and enthusiasm, and said: "We have been preparing since we heard the news. We have raised some supplies and just want to do our little bit."
"Tell me more about it!"
"We have dispatched 100 trucks. The supplies include instant noodles, biscuits and bread, mineral water, candies, quilts, raincoats, thermos, etc., as well as a small amount of milk powder and diapers."
"There are two types of vehicles: 9.6 meters and 4.2 meters. They are both vans."
"The first batch of 20 vehicles are waiting at our own logistics base, and the remaining vehicles are still purchasing supplies in neighboring counties and cities and will arrive one after another."
"A hundred cars?"
Everyone was shocked, you transferred all the cars from South China District???
This kind of vans cannot be entered casually, and a hundred of them require the cooperation of departments and traffic diversion. Moreover, the train station is already blocked, and how to enter and park is a problem.
Someone raised concerns, and the manager smiled and said: "We also have tricycles used by couriers. They are small and flexible, have strong and durable leather, and can carry a lot of cargo. They can go deep into the hinterland."
Emmmmm!
For a time, the tense atmosphere eased slightly.
Everyone discovered that this guy was just here to advertise, and he was too well prepared, as if he could predict the future. The situation is critical, and we can't control this. At present, this is the most practical plan.
The manager stayed inside for a while, and when he came out, he was already accompanied by several staff members, and he immediately started taking action.
…………
Suburbs, logistics park.
20 vans were ready for departure. After waiting for a long time, the entire body was bright red with the words M Express printed on it. It was a bit tacky, but it was very conspicuous and could be noticed at once.
The driver also dressed uniformly, with a red waterproof jacket, black pants, and a red hat. He looked a bit like a firefighter and a sunset red tour group.
These are all Maiwo's self-operated trucks.
Mall logistics has been carried out for several years, and it has long been different. Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are the earliest markets to be developed and the construction is the most complete. This time, resources in South China are directly mobilized, just like JD.com entered Shanghai in 2022, and we will go there without hesitation.
Li Chong.
"call!"
In the smoking room, a driver blew out a puff of cigarette. He had been waiting for orders for a long time and could not start. He was inevitably a little anxious.
A mature man gave us a few lessons and said: "We are doing good deeds. To do good deeds, we need to be clear-minded and open-minded. Don't curse. In the end, if the deeds are not done well, people will not thank us."
"That's right. We give away everything for free, which is fundamentally noble. It's not like those people who sell a bucket of instant noodles for 50 yuan in the name of doing good things, and are reviled by others."
"That's right, you can't be filming Yue Fei's movie and doing Qin Hui's things!"
"Hahaha, that's too overwhelming!"
While we were chatting, suddenly there was movement outside, and someone shouted loudly: "Get in the car! Get ready to go!"
Rub rub rub rub!
Several people stood up immediately, went out, got on the bus, and got into their own cars. The driver who had just cursed was the first in line. He was about to ask what the plan was when a police car suddenly stopped in front.
A hand stretched out from the window and waved, making a forward gesture.
Then the police car started.
Hiss!
The driver was inexplicably shocked. His body seemed to be itchy and a little hot. He subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and followed. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that his colleagues were following closely behind, forming a red line.
There was a police car clearing the way, and the convoy drove into the city and headed towards the train station.
Somewhere outside the station, the driver stopped. He saw that this place had become a temporary transfer station. Logistics colleagues, street personnel, and volunteers quickly rushed over to transfer the materials from the truck to the tricycle.
One car was quickly unloaded, and the policeman gestured for him to leave through another intersection.
"..."
There was no dialogue during the whole process, everyone was immersed in their work.
The driver drove away silently, making way for the car behind him. Feeling that it was getting more itchy and hot, he casually put on the little red hat that he didn't usually like.
"Pack it separately! Pack it separately!"
"This car is for mineral water, this car is for raincoats... one car for each kind of material, and then form a convoy. You send it there and come back to pick it up. Do you understand this cycle?"
A street worker organized the work and shouted for a long time in the rain. Seeing that the courier boy was only loading the goods, he grabbed him anxiously and said loudly: "The speed must be fast, and it must be circulated. If the masses feel that supplies are insufficient, it will be easy."
Something happened!"
"What?"
"I said you have to go fast, go fast... Oh, do you understand?"
"Just talk, why are you so loud?"
In sharp contrast, the courier boy looked calm and asked: "Do you know how many couriers and tricycles we have?"
"ah?"
"I didn't know you were yelling at me!"
The younger brother pulled his hand away, turned around, raised his arm, and shouted to his companions: "Brothers, are you ready?"
"alright!"
"Just waiting for one day!"
"Fuck, say something nice! Why are you just waiting for this day and you're going to die?"
"I will be honored even if I don't sacrifice my life. Anyway, I am honored!"
These couriers have a wide age range, and most of them have low cultural levels, but this does not prevent them from thinking that this is something to be proud of.
Everyone's eyes were shining in the rain.
Of course, the bonuses are also sufficient.
The leader raised his arms and shouted: "Let's go!"
The couriers all rode on their tricycles, wearing the same waterproof red coats and hats, and left in a hurry along the street.
The closer we get to the train station, the narrower the road and the more people there are. It seems like in the blink of an eye, the tricycle has submerged into the surging sea of people and disappeared.