Wu Jun didn't receive any orders around noon.
Wang Qidong was on standby at the warehouse. The two movers he'd hired went straight to a shady spot outside, laid down some cardboard, and took a nap on the ground.
Wu Jun sat on a small stool and chatted with Wang Qidong. "Brother Wang," he asked, "how have the last two days of delivering for me been compared to waiting for gigs?"
"Way better," Wang Qidong said. "We've known each other for a while, so I'll be straight with you. When I was waiting for gigs, it was a dog-eat-dog world with the other drivers. Getting three to five jobs a day was considered good. After a month, once you subtract gas money, you're just making a living wage."
Wang Qidong was quite honest, telling it like it was without playing any games. This was precisely what Wu Jun valued in him, and why he felt comfortable using his services.
