Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

"Of course I make money!" Francie happily shared his findings with Charlotte:

“As an underground food deliveryman, you only need to be responsible for the customers arranged by the platform!

In a word, get your meal delivered as soon as possible!!”

I roughly understood what France meant by underground takeout.

It is a by-product of the underground express delivery industry. The deliverymen mainly earn tips from customers after quickly delivering the food, and it also involves certain risks.

After all, there are no good people among those who use the underground express delivery industry, and the same should be true for those who use the underground food delivery industry.

So there is only one last question left, do you want to give it a try?

"Charlotte, you are so smart. If you are willing to team up with us, I am willing to provide a tram. Of course, I will charge you for the rent..."

"Well, it's not a bad thing to give it a try. It's just delivering food anyway! So Harry, do you want to try it?"

Harry's eyes flickered, and he finally sighed and said:

"No~ Charlotte, you know, I still need to go home and take care of my father. Losing the Osborne Group was a big blow to him.

And recently, my father started his own business. He has set his sights on military exoskeleton technology and flying skateboards. He said he would definitely take back everything he lost..."

There was a two-second silence. Although he didn't want to see Osborn turn into the Green Goblin, Charlotte still said, "I wish him success."

The next day, it was a sunny day. Charlotte, with his hands in his pockets, came to a shared yellow car.

Gwen went to intern at Hammer Technology, Mary Jane signed up for vocal classes, and Harry and his father were starting a business.

But he, Charlotte, stood next to an old, simple, modified electric car.

"Isn't he handsome?" France asked, licking his face.

Haha~ Do you have any misunderstanding about the adjective "handsome"?

Very ugly, an extremely ugly little electric car.

So, Charlotte turned around and took a look at France's own car, a modified motorcycle that looked cool.

"I'm just riding this to deliver food, so what about you, Francie?" Charlotte asked, taking a step forward and stroking Francie's motorcycle.

Francie's eyes widened.

"Wait, that won't work, this is..."

"Okay, Francie, don't worry, I don't think it will hurt. At worst, I can deduct it from my commission!"

Seeing Francie still hesitant, Charlotte began to change the subject.

"Francis, are you sure you can really make money this way? Even just renting a motorcycle is worth a lot, right? And where do you get your customers and platform from?"

"Hehe, my brother is a member of the underground courier industry. He helped me make the connection. He said I should train myself in this industry first, and then he would send me to join the army, and then I can come back to inherit his legacy."

With a silly smile on his face, Francie finally showed his true colors, revealing a smug expression:

“And what could go wrong?

I found all of you from school. You don't like to cause trouble. You are all students working part-time during the summer vacation.

All I need to do is to dispatch you, provide you with the location where you pick up the food, the customers you deliver to, and the time it takes for each order.

I will take a cut from your commission and deduct the cost of motorcycle modification etc… You guys are really cheap, I really can’t lose money.”

I didn't expect that a big and strong like you, France, actually has the talent to be a profiteer capitalist.

And unscrupulous businessmen should be hung by their underwear on street lamps.

Seeing Charlotte's unhappy expression, France quickly pushed the motorcycle to Charlotte's side:

"What are you standing there for? Try your car!"

With a smile on her face, France handed Charlotte a schedule for picking up and delivering meals, put the first takeaway that had been picked up in the back trunk, and handed over a motorcycle helmet.

“You’re the one I trust the most, Charlotte. I think as long as the two of us are here, we can definitely make a lot of money. You’re like a killer who kills with one blow, and I’m your agent.

You just need to complete the mission on time, and I will provide you with other services."

Then, Francie smiled proudly and said:

"Besides, we're not in school now, you should call me by my code name Flash (Francie)!"

Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat on the motorcycle:

"Eugene Francie Thompson, you are absolutely crazy, and that's what we have always called you in school!"

Francie shook her head:

"This is different!"

He said solemnly:

"I just want you to know that I am really the boss this time! And you, Charlotte! Are you my military advisor?

Uh ~ of course ~ when you are working, you are the killer and I am your agent?

So~you understand what I'm saying, right?"

Covering her forehead, Charlotte suddenly wanted to turn around and leave. France was really too stupid.

He even felt that the place where they should meet should not be here, but in a mental hospital.

"Leave the role of military advisor to Yuan Hua! I am not interested in this."

Install the skill card [Lao Deng, burst gold coins! : You are the eternal earth driving the will-o'-the-wisp! !]

boom--

The motorcycle ignited, and in an instant, Charlotte felt that he and the will-o'-the-wisp became one. He even had the urge to lift the front of the motorcycle and use the "Nine Heavens Thunder Double Kick".

I am the eternal king of will-o'-the-wisp.

With the corner of his mouth raised, looking at the delivery note in France's hand, Charlotte couldn't wait to ask:

"So, all we have to do is deliver the food within the time limit, right?!"

"Of course~"

France swallowed and looked at Charlotte sitting on the motorcycle with his eyes widened. He found that the aura of the man in front of him was different again. It turned out that his choice was definitely not wrong.

My God! Parker is indeed my strategist. He looks like a natural delivery man!

Twist the handlebars, the whole motorcycle roars, put on the helmet and start at high speed.

The whole car was moving as fast as lightning, and at the same time, Charlotte cursed the system.

He knew that there were absolutely no normal skills in the system.

As soon as he started driving, he couldn't control himself and rushed towards the crosswalk, and he turned the front of the car flexibly, dodging one threat after another amid shouting and cursing.

Will-o'-the-wisp, will-o'-the-wisp, it is as dangerous and annoying as it can be.

He was on the edge of an accident every second, his driving skills were cool, he was as steady as an old dog, and he was a one-man army.

Under Francie's envious eyes, he showed a posture that the spirited young man could never surpass.

Even if there is no danger, he has to create it. Charlotte drove very fast. Although he tried his best, he couldn't control his restless hands and raised his head like a dragon.

It was running at top speed, with the body of the motorcycle tilted 90 degrees and making a creaking sound, as if it was in danger of overturning at any time. The front of the motorcycle also blocked Charlotte's view of the front.

But Charlotte had a blank expression on her face and was not panicked at all.

He not only believes in himself, he also believes in the system.

The system has never flipped over!

bang——

The motorcycle ran over a small rock and instantly lost control. It flew into the air in front of the horrified eyes of the sports car next to it, somersaulted several times, and landed steadily in the tunnel.

Then it accelerated, reaching the maximum speed of reincarnation blessed by the system, and disappeared in a flash.

"Oh my God! How did he do it!"

In addition to being shocked, he glanced at the 180 on the dashboard and felt that his worldview was challenged.

This isn't a technique, this is an art!