After comforting Ai, Kōyū said:
"And there were three Porsches parked so close together."
"It must be a gathering of Porsche enthusiasts, or something else."
"Don't worry."
Hearing Guangyou's words, Ai felt a little relieved.
She gripped Guangyou's hand tightly and nodded:
"Um."
Just then, the sound of a vehicle driving by came from not far away.
Soon, the car came into view of the three of them.
"Another Porsche?"
Although Guangyou wasn't very knowledgeable about cars, he quickly recognized this classic model:
"This time it's 9/11."
The Porsche 911 was parked in the parking space between the other three Porsches.
Four classic Porsche models were parked together.
It gives a very good impression.
If car enthusiasts were here, they would probably be quite excited.
Guangyou, who is not a car enthusiast, didn't have any particular feelings.
Three people got out of that Porsche 911.
There were originally four people in the car, but one of them fell asleep in the passenger seat.
These people have nothing to do with them.
After taking a look, Kōyū prepared to take Ai upstairs to the food court.
He held Ai's hand and said softly:
"Let's go."
"I'm here, don't worry."
Seeing that Guangyou had repeatedly reassured her, Ai coughed a few times and nodded, saying:
"I'm fine."
"I'm not so cowardly as to back down just because I see another car of the same model."
She added in her mind:
"Besides, you're here."
...
On a street shrouded in rain, a Chevrolet C-1500 is driving along the road.
The driver was a man wearing a black knitted hat.
If this man isn't Shuichi Akai, then who else could he be?
His car was specially equipped with a television display screen.
A news report is being broadcast at this moment.
"A violent robbery occurred in Tokyo before dawn last night."
"The suspect is still at large, and the police are making every effort to apprehend him."
He has a task today.
We need to go somewhere and see if we can ambush that person.
If we can catch that person, the plan to destroy the organization might make a leap forward.
Just then, he received a text message.
He happened to be stopped at a red light, so he took out his phone to check it.
It's from Mingmei Hairdressing.
The content is a photo of a book and black tea placed together.
There was also a short passage from the book, along with caring words reminding him to pay attention to the temperature.
A slight smile appeared on his stern face.
But that smile vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.
After replying to the text message, the light turned green, so he put his phone aside and started the car.
...
At this moment, the group had arrived at the food court on the tenth floor of the Dongdu Department Store.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, a series of food models came into view.
Many Japanese restaurants display their menu items in their glass windows.
These dishes are all models.
Moreover, unlike the "pictures are for reference only, the actual product shall prevail" policy in China.
Basically, in most restaurants, the food displayed at the entrance is exactly what the actual food served will look like.
This also gives customers a more intuitive experience.
Guangyou had never been here before.
He pulled Ai's hand and walked forward, while looking at the food models in the glass display cases on both sides.
It's almost lunchtime now.
He didn't have time to eat breakfast.
I've been busy taking care of Ai, so I haven't felt anything yet.
Now that he has a little free time, he really feels a bit hungry.
After walking for a short while, Guangyou noticed a long queue ahead.
"this..."
He stopped, looked ahead, and then asked somewhat uncertainly:
Are all these people lining up for egg porridge?
"Zun Yating..."
After glancing at the shop name, Professor Agasa nodded and said:
"That should be it, the name of that shop is Zunya Pavilion."
He glanced at the long queue and couldn't help but sigh:
"But there are so many people!"
"Are you sure you're not kidding?"
Turning to look at the endless queue ahead, Kwangyu couldn't help but complain:
"So many people come here specifically to queue up, just to have a bowl of egg porridge?"
"Is the rice from heaven, or are the eggs dinosaur eggs?"
"These people just..."
"Are you so bored your stomach hurts?"
He said that the Japanese have a natural inclination to queue.
No matter what it is, as long as it has some fame, people will line up for it.
There are still quite a few people.
He estimated that if the egg porridge were made a seasonal item, the number of people queuing would at least double.
That's outrageous.
real.
He thought that if he ever ran out of money in the future, he would use this method to make money.
Get them all – seasonal limited editions, holiday limited editions, you name it.
Spend a little more money to buy more traffic and build up your reputation.
He estimates he can make a lot of money as long as the quality of his products surpasses that of similar products on the market, even if only slightly.
The money can come in even faster than from the gray market.
Haven't you seen that yakuza groups are all selling bubble tea?
Why bother opening a bar or a cat cafe?
Wouldn't selling egg porridge be better?
He is very confident in his cooking skills.
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