Many of the customers lowered their heads in shame.
"Boss, right? I didn't even pay, why were you thinking of running away?"
"I think so too, sorry boss."
"Why am I running? What's the panic? It's not like I can't afford it."
The customer quickly scanned the code to pay.
The customers who had added tables outside were confused. What was going on inside when there was such a commotion?
It turns out that Xiaoxi gave the panicked customers a brief psychological suggestion, making them feel ashamed that they actually wanted to skip out on their bill.
Xiaoxi wanted to see if any of the customers had been affected by the "magic" of the New Year's paintings, and she also didn't want the fat boss to lose money because he worked so hard.
The four delivery guys who had just bitten their fingers and almost signed the New Year picture were still standing there, completely ignoring the fact that the food in their delivery boxes was about to be late.
The portly shopkeeper sensed something was amiss as he looked around at the chaotic state of the store.
"Hey, why is this painting slashed and bleeding? What are you delivery guys standing there for? Your food is ready, aren't you going to take it?"
After the customers at the outside tables finished eating, paid, and left, the chubby owner decided to temporarily close for the time being.
The fat boss noticed that Xiaoxi was wearing an exquisite school uniform dress, while the other three, although dressed simply, were dressed in understated luxury.
The main reason was that the group of people had outstanding looks and demeanor, and didn't seem like people who were just trying to make a living in the north of the city. They even had a stray dog as a pet.
The chubby boss then noticed a yellow paper on the delivery guy's forehead, making him look like a sealed zombie, which sent a chill down his spine in the middle of the day.
Xiaoxi walked over and removed the talismans from the foreheads of the four delivery guys. "Wake up, what are you still standing there for?"
The four looked at each other. Weren't they just asking for autographs? How come the painting with good fortune was slashed and there were bloodstains?
"Stop looking! You almost fell for this painting!" Xiaoxi warned.
"I remember now, little girl, it was you who slashed the painting with a big knife!"
Why are you trying to damage the painting?
"We still want to live a good life, we still want to win the lottery."
Xiaoxi looked at the four poor people with pity.
“Zha Zha Cheng, you go and talk to them.”
The scoundrel Cheng dragged the rubber man who had been bitten and deflated from the corner out of the corner, and then used his two front paws to separate the rubber man.
"Look, do you remember this person?"
The rubber man's appearance has become blurred, but the distinctive feature of his black oversized shorts is still very clear.
The delivery guys all recognized him as the colleague who had just said he'd won the lottery.
how so?
"Emma? How can this ugly dog talk?" someone belatedly exclaimed in fright.
"How could I speak human language? Because I am a human being, I was just tricked by this New Year picture."
Someone just said he graduated from university and is still delivering food; I graduated from Shenzhou University.
Zha Zha Cheng recounted the whole story, telling them that the delivery guy in the black shorts was the embodiment of their desires.
They felt it was too hard and wished they could get rich overnight.
They kept thinking that they had just entered the magical zone of the painting again, and their combined thoughts created a delivery guy who won the lottery.
The delivery guy with a bachelor's degree believed what Zha Zha Cheng said.
After all, he was well-read and had an active mind, which gave him the ability to empathize with the scumbag Makoto, who was a senior in college. He was terrified.
"Thank you, Ugly Dog, thank you for saving us."
The other three delivery guys slowly processed Zha Zha Cheng's words and realized they had almost done something foolish.
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