The other party replied quickly.
No, it should be said that it is replied immediately.
Gu Luo is now the apple of Mr. Liu’s eye—a apple of his eye that has risen to the level of national honor.
[Mr. Liu: ...This business is indeed quite poor.]
[Gu Luo: Mr. Liu, we need to have a good chat about this matter.]
[Mr. Liu: OK, I'll be there in a moment.]
Gu Luo put away his phone and looked at the multi-grain pancake in his hand, which was actually a mess of indescribable food. The corner of his mouth twitched and he looked at the plainclothes officer with a funny smile:
"Zhi, how do you feel about these days of paid leave?"
This isn't paid vacation.
No one came to buy.
Every day I am either checking my phone or not, opening the stall on time and closing it on time.
Moreover, this is a wealthy area with very good public security. Patrol cars patrol from time to time, and there is a security station a few blocks away.
The difficulty and risk factor of the operation are extremely low.
A very comfortable group.
The plainclothes officer looked a little embarrassed when he heard this. He glanced left and right, front and back, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he whispered, "It was okay at first, but it got a bit boring later."
He was not surprised that the real owner knew his true identity, and thought that the people above must have told him in advance.
He never thought that he was the one who was exposed.
"Indeed, it's not good to waste the country's public resources. I'll tell Mr. Liu later and we'll all withdraw." Gu Luo said, looking at several other stalls that were doing equally poor business, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that no business is easy to do.
It's interesting to say, originally there were only a few plainclothes officers setting up stalls here, but eventually more and more vendors gathered here, and it seemed like it was going to become a snack street.
Originally, setting up stalls here was not allowed, and now it has caused trouble for the transportation and urban management departments.
But no matter what, this is the good intention of the country.
Gu Luo was grateful in his heart, and he would cooperate well and trample those jumping clowns under his feet.
You know, when some of the clown countries that followed America hosted the Olympics, they kept targeting them, deliberately conducting urine tests almost every day, but they turned a blind eye to the "little purple people" that were almost mutated in some countries.
It's difficult to comment.
Anyway, there is a funny joke - sports have no borders.
The eleven o'clock sunshine made people feel warm, and the heat from the bluestone road rose up, making the smoke from the fried skewers stall not far away float slowly.
Gu Luo pinched the warm "porridge" in the bag in his hand, looking at the soft noodles mixed with chopped green onions and broken eggshells, and he really couldn't eat it - he didn't like to waste food, but this thing really didn't look like it was edible.
I really can't eat it.
Just as I was hesitating about what to do, I suddenly felt a furry touch on my heel.
Looking back, I saw a skinny stray dog with yellow-brown fur covered in mud and dust. Its tail hung drooping limply, and its nose was sniffing the ground. It was probably attracted by the fragrance from the snack street.
Gu Luo's eyes lit up, he squatted down, tore open the plastic bag, and put it on the ground: "Here, it's for you."
If you really want to sleep, just use the pillow.
The stray dog came over and sniffed the paste with its wet nose - first the tip of its nose touched the chopped green onions on the edge, then it moved its nose towards the middle. Perhaps it smelled the raw smell of batter and the unmixed sauce, and a low whimper came from its throat, as if it was disgusted.
He raised his head and glanced at Gu Luo, but instead of wagging his tail, he took two steps back, turned around, tucked his tail between his legs, and strolled towards Fang Qie at the stall opposite without even looking back.
It turned around and walked away, as if it had made some kind of decision.
“…”
Gu Luo squatted on the ground, holding a half-open plastic bag in his hand. Looking at the paste that the dog despised, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
At this time, the plainclothes officer was pretending to clean the stove, scratching the iron plate with the rag in his hand, but his eyes were glancing over here.
Seeing the stray dog rushing after sniffing him, there was no expression on his resolute face, but a layer of red quietly crept up the base of his ears, as if they were burned.
You don't even eat dogs...
Goubuli pancakes, quite interesting... Gu Luo stood up and looked at the stiff back of the plainclothes man, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
I really can't bear it anymore.
He shook his head helplessly, picked up the bag of porridge and threw it into the trash can on the corner.
The trash can was a green iron bucket with some oil stains on the edge. When I threw the bag into the bucket, I heard a light "puff" sound from inside, as if the paste had fallen apart inside.
There is no way. Something indescribable that even dogs won’t eat should not be considered food, so it cannot be considered a waste of food.
As he stood up, he heard steady footsteps behind him.
Gu Luo turned around and saw an old man in a dark blue Zhongshan suit walking towards him. The cuffs of the suit were frayed, but the collar was neatly tied, and he walked steadily.
The person who came was Mr. Liu.
His hair was half white, but it was combed meticulously. The wrinkles on his face seemed to hide the years. When his eyes swept over, he was dignified without being angry. Although he was dressed simply, when he stood there, the hustle and bustle around him seemed to fade a little.
"Gu boy, I'm here."
When Liu Laoqian came over, his voice was powerful and penetrating.
"Then let me get straight to the point. The person you sent is too conspicuous."
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