The next day, Zhang Qingsheng, the director of the urban management office, came to work and found a pair of unopened disposable chopsticks lying in the corridor with the "Juxiang Shaomai" logo on them.

Zhang Qingsheng picked up his chopsticks, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I forgot to convey an important message yesterday!"

Just then, Xiao Luo walked over and saw the chopsticks in the leader's hand, feeling a little guilty.

"Sir, I'm sorry, it fell on the ground last night. Please be careful."

"Xiao Luo, did you guys sell those 'Super Fragrant Shumai' last night? They weren't that great, were they?"

"Didn't buy anything? The owner of this stall is incredibly arrogant, refusing to comply with our enforcement. We confiscated their stall directly, and I estimate they'll be back in the next couple of days..."

"What?"

Zhang Qingsheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"You mean you confiscated the [Giant Fragrant Shumai] stall? Where is it? Take me to see it!"

Seeing the leader's strong reaction, Xiao Luo suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

Behind the building, Zhang Qingsheng saw the tricycle, and his heart sank.

"Xiao Luo, hurry up and move the shumai inside to the cafeteria refrigerator."

Xiao Luo blushed and scratched his head. "Boss, we accidentally ate the shumai yesterday."

"You're saying you ate the shumai?!"

Zhang Qingsheng's eyes widened like saucers, and his voice rose eight octaves: "Dead! Dead! He's dead now!"

Yesterday afternoon, during a meeting, city leaders and the Shanghai Public Security Bureau specifically instructed that the "Juxiang Shaomai" stall was set up to investigate a major missing persons case, but the matter could not be made public. The message was only given to those below: "Do not touch this 'Juxiang Shaomai' stall."

Zhang Qingsheng had been thinking about this matter on his way back, but several important phone calls came in, which made him forget about it.

That's it, the people below not only ruined the Dragon King Temple, but also made a serious mistake by eating the people's steamed dumplings.

When Xiao Luo realized he had gotten into big trouble, Zhang Qingsheng only told him that he had messed with the wrong person, without mentioning that the person was conducting a secret investigation.

Xiao Luo was so regretful that he wished he could bang his head against a wall and die.

"What should we do? I'll personally deliver the tricycle to that man's house to apologize, and we'll make him pay ten or twenty times the amount!"

"Come on, stop with that attitude. Do you think they want your shumai?"

An apology? He probably doesn't even want Ronaldinho to appear in front of him.

"Xiao Luo, you'll have to write a self-criticism this time. Pack your things, and the four of you will start working in the lower district tomorrow!"

Huh? Xiao Luo's legs went weak.

No matter how much he cried and begged, it was no use. His three colleagues knew the bad news, so how was he supposed to face them?

Zhang Qingsheng had no other choice but to do this. Xiao Luo was someone he had personally promoted, and it was common knowledge how chaotic the lower district was and how difficult it was to carry out the work.

Who told that kid to be so blind, trying to confiscate other people's tools and then having such a foul mouth, trying to eat their props?

Because Zhang Qingsheng himself failed to communicate effectively and mismanaged his subordinates, he had to find a way to get help from above and make connections. How could he personally go to the important person to apologize?

After school in the afternoon, Xiaoxi thought that her fifth brother had bought a new tricycle, but she found that it was the same one.

Ye Xingxian laughed, "Xiaoxi, we can set up a stall openly from now on. We have a special permit for setting up a stall. I had forgotten to apply for the business license, but it came through today."

Xiao Xi chuckled and didn't ask why. Her fifth brother, a big shot in the metaphysics department, must have some tricks up his sleeve.

The brother and sister went out to set up their stall as usual.

From then on, even the reflective vests of the "Giant Fragrant Shaomai" brand, which are visible from a great distance, have to take a detour. They can't afford to mess with them.

They generally cursed inwardly.

Why do these young masters and ladies with powerful backgrounds act so arrogantly every day? They don't want to enjoy their good days, but instead they come out to suffer in the cold wind and rain, mainly because they are causing trouble for others.