Jiang Azi stuck out her tongue: "I'm just taking a break from my busy schedule. Ajiu, think about it, when all those corpses arrive tomorrow, won't I, as the mortician, be busy until the sun sets and the night is dark?"
I heard that Jiang Azi used inappropriate words.
Yan Jiu said coldly, "Don't study Chinese with the mountain god."
Jiang Azi pretended to be aggrieved and ran away.
Yan Jiu looked at the packages again: "Where are they all from?"
Mengniang nodded and said, "Fortunately, they're all from the same place. I was wondering too, since there's a limit of one bottle per ID, did they do a group purchase?"
Whether it's a group purchase or not is not important.
The important thing is that Yan Jiu has to deliver the package overnight.
Yan Jiu reluctantly rode his electric scooter, carrying three boxes of Meng Po soup, to a residential building.
Street vendors were calling out their wares.
There was a couple arguing upstairs.
This residential area doesn't look like a place where people could afford to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy Meng Po soup.
Yan Jiu stopped at the address provided.
She looked up at the special bureau with blue signs indicating that there was a restaurant on the left and a hotel on the right.
The fact that the special agency was so well hidden in the city is not the point.
The key point is the hotel next to it; anyone who dares to open a hotel here must have extraordinary courage.
Yan Jiu didn't need to calculate to know who placed the order. She silently walked into the clean and tidy special room.
Then I heard it.
"Didn't you know to go back next door for a nap? Was it really necessary to throw the report into the shredder like trash?!"
"And you, you ate the most of the big plate of chicken tonight, and now you're yelling at me about being hungry? Have you finished compiling the data yet?!"
Yan Jiu didn't see the chaos.
She only saw Ma Weiwei giving her one-sided lecture, while a group of people listened to her with their heads down.
Just as Yan Jiu was about to ask if she should interrupt, a voice rang out from her left.
"Is the delivery not cash on delivery?"
Yan Jiu: Wow, am I that kind of person?
She was about to retort.
Turning around, I saw it was Lang Zongyi.
Yan Jiu changed the subject, her eyes brightening slightly: "Thanks for the reminder, it's cash on delivery."
Lang Zongyi: "..."
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