Two days later, at the Yuantong Express station in Yiwu Trade City.
Five couriers sat on the Electric Vehicles parked at the entrance, with Baisha cigarettes dangling from their lips, puffing away.
"Fuck! I can't do this anymore. Cloud Speed snatched all the orders."
A young man with a buzz cut flicked his cigarette butt more than two meters away and cursed with a look of resignation.
"Xiaoli, no offense, but it's not like you own this station. What are you getting so worked up about?"
A slightly older courier chuckled teasingly.
"Brother Lu, we used to make over 10,000 a month. This month, I'll be lucky to even make 4,000. How are we supposed to keep going? My monthly mortgage payment is 1,700."
Xiaoli hopped off his vehicle and walked over to Lu Hua, complaining.
The other three couriers also looked grim. Cloud Speed Express charged a starting rate of just 2.2 yuan for e-commerce packages under one kilogram.
