He carefully got up, picked up his phone, went to the corridor, and made a call.
With a "Okay, thank you for your hard work," the call ended.
...
On the way back the next day, when I passed by that hot and sour rice noodle shop, I saw staff from the Market Supervision Administration coming out of it, and the owner was following behind the inspectors with a look of fear on his face.
Lin Yue was horrified. What a coincidence! She felt unwell after eating yesterday, and today this restaurant was raided...
While she was thinking, her phone suddenly rang. She took it out and saw it was an unknown number. Without thinking, she hung up immediately. There were too many scammers; she never answered these kinds of calls.
The phone had barely been put into her bag, her hand still on it, when it rang again. Lin Yue hung up again, and the next second, it rang again…
Lin Yue: "..."
Seriously, is this person crazy? Why do they have to try to sell her something? Can't I even just not answer? Fine, if you dare keep calling, then get ready to be bombarded with the "national essence" of Japanese culture!
"Please stop calling me, okay? I'm not buying insurance, not getting a new card, and not renewing my subscription. If you call again, I'll file a complaint!"
After he finished venting, there was a moment of silence on the other end.
Lin Yue paused for a moment, wondering if she had scolded him too harshly and scared him. Would he have cried?
Just as he was about to speak again, a clear voice suddenly came from the other end, "Excuse me, I'm not selling insurance, nor am I a salesperson."
"Huh?!" Lin Yue was stunned. "Then...who are you? Did you dial the wrong number?"
A low chuckle came from the phone. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yu Zhe. We met at the Western restaurant last time. I hope this name hasn't faded from Miss Lin's memory."
...
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