Chapter 21 Delivering Eggs
[Top floor next to the stairs? That's why you asked?]
[Incredible! This wasn't even asked; it was said voluntarily.]
Wow, this got me really excited!
[Mr. Zhang is awesome!!!]
Is this Mr. Zhang really the company's boss?
Anyway, our boss isn't that good-looking, so I don't believe it.
Am I the only one who noticed that this ex-husband's whole family are scum?
It's normal for people who aren't family to enter the same door.
[It's heating up! It's heating up! Mr. Zhang, hurry up and get upstairs to snatch the child back!!!]
In the car, Ye Fangyu was stunned, staring blankly at Zhang Mo, her eyes brimming with tears: "Is this... really true?" This was the closest she had been to her child in months.
Yu Hui, whose microphone had been muted, finished his potato chips and was now idly chewing popcorn, looking unhappy: "Hmph, she stole it from me. I could have figured it out myself."
Zhang Mo glanced at the number of viewers in the live stream, which had reached 5,000. She switched her video call to a voice call, casually put her phone in her pocket, and said, "Brother Ye, stay and pay. One driver for each car, and everyone else, carry two bags of eggs. Come upstairs with me. Lang Ri will be filming!"
Langri's camera instantly shifted its focus, pointing at the rapidly moving convoy.
So the viewers in the live stream saw dozens of imposing, burly men leap off the car like tigers unleashed from their cages, each of them politely carrying two bags of eggs in red plastic mesh bags.
It looks both comical and disjointed.
【？？？】
Did I hear that right? What are you carrying?
[They were just saying it was getting hot, but now it's suddenly gone.]
[The style changed so quickly! Just a moment ago it looked like a group fight was about to break out, how did it suddenly turn into a scene of comforting the elderly?]
It's hard to judge; I wish him success.
There was no elevator in the building, and in the stairwell that could only allow two people to pass at the same time, Zhang Mo and Ye Fangyu walked at the front.
Ye Fangyu walked quickly, but subconsciously held Zhang Mo's hand, her palms already sweating, so nervous that she could almost hear her own heartbeat.
Before long, the two of them reached the top floor first.
This building has a classic tenement building structure, with a long corridor connecting many single rooms. For ventilation and lighting, each household has a window next to its door, most of which are covered up with newspapers so that you can't see inside.
Ye Fangyu immediately spotted the rooftop door at the end of the corridor, locked by a chain as thick as a wrist. Wasn't that the house next door—
At that moment, her heart leaped into her throat, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, but her mind was clearer than ever before: "Mr. Zhang, they know me, I can't go. Could you please knock on the door for me?"
"Okay." So Zhang Mo casually took a bag of eggs from someone and walked towards the innermost door.
Ye Erge whispered to the people behind him, "As soon as the door opens, we'll rush in."
Everyone nodded resolutely.
Lang Ri, like a war correspondent, squeezed through from the back and continued to focus the live broadcast camera on Zhang Mo.
Standing in the old, cramped stairwell, Zhang Mo, tall and with long legs, looked somewhat out of place. Perhaps to soften her presence, she put on a friendly smile, cleared her throat, and knocked on the door: "Hello, we're here to give away eggs to the residents as part of our new store opening promotion."
I knocked for a while, but there was no response from inside.
Ye Fangyu and Ye Erge exchanged a glance, a sense of unease rising in their hearts: Could it be that no one is inside?
However, Zhang Mo accurately saw a fleeting shadow in the cat's eye.
Then everyone saw Zhang Mo suddenly mutter to herself, "It's good that no one's home. Anyway, it's the last bag, I might as well take it back to my mom."
Suddenly, the window of the previously empty house was flung open, and a thin, bony hand, clearly belonging to an elderly man, reached out and said, "Give me the eggs."
Bullet comments—
Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!
Eggs are indeed a trap for the elderly.
This tactic of feigning indifference to lure the enemy is brilliant!
I have to admit, this one actually has something special about it.
So, is this really the family? The mother should say something!
When Lang Ri saw the question in the live chat, he immediately and considerately turned the camera towards Ye Fangyu.
Ye Fangyu was trembling with nervousness, tears welling in her eyes. She widened her eyes and covered her mouth to stifle any sound.
Although she couldn't see the person, she was already certain from the sound that the person inside the house was her ex-husband Zheng Hongliang's father!
Her little Hao must be inside!
The men behind them exchanged frantic glances, waiting for the old man to open the door so they could rush in and snatch the child back!
At the doorway, Zhang Mo took two steps closer, silently observing. The outstretched hand was clad in a pilling dark gray thermal undershirt. Although it hadn't snowed today, it was still winter, and their province didn't have central heating. It was unlikely the elderly person was dressed so lightly at home; they had probably just gotten out of bed.
Looking through the crack in the open window, I saw that the living room was spotless, with no trace of any children.
Zhang Mo deliberately stood 10 centimeters away from the hand: "Grandpa, could you open the door? Our new store is opening, and we need to fill out a questionnaire to get eggs."
Old Zheng subconsciously reached out to grab the egg in Zhang Mo's hand, but found that he was just a little short of it and couldn't catch it. He said with some embarrassment and anger, "What kind of questionnaire is this? If you can't write, just fill it out randomly. Give me the egg."
Zhang Mo appeared very patient: "There's no other way, this is my task. Please help me out, sir, come out and fill this out. I'll ask the manager later and give you some more stuff." As she spoke, she deliberately moved the eggs towards the window, giving Old Man Zheng hope.
Old Zheng raised his voice eight octaves: "Your task has nothing to do with me, just give me my eggs!"
Zhang Mo sneered inwardly, but patiently coaxed, "Sir, please open the door. We have a 50 yuan coupon here. You need to take out your phone to scan and register, and then you can use it freely."
Old Zheng shouted, "Just give it to me if you're going to! Why all these conditions? What kind of shop are you running if you're so stingy? You'll go bankrupt sooner or later! Put the eggs down and get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and have you arrested!"
Bullet comments—
Even though I knew the girl was lying, my blood pressure still spiked.
[What kind of person is this? Asking for something while simultaneously swearing at someone?]
No wonder he's the father of a scumbag.
【No, I'm just curious, is the child really inside? A little kid like that would be terrified and cry if they heard someone yelling like that, right? Why isn't there any reaction from inside?】
Zhang Mo also realized this problem.
If the child isn't in the house, where could they be?
Suddenly, Zhang Mo thought of a possibility: in the rainy and snowy winter, a rooftop that could neither dry clothes nor grow vegetables was suddenly occupied...
The smile on her face vanished completely, replaced by her signature dog-looking gaze: "Old man, you're not coming out, huh? Then don't bother coming out."
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