Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 62: Flood at Dragon King Temple

"You are kidding me?"

After pulling his hands out of his pockets, Leon looked at the scarf girl in front of him, who tilted her head nonchalantly and didn't even bother to look at her. His mood suddenly turned bad, and he protested with a frown:
"The amount given today is indeed large, but it's actually just a spoonful of coffee powder, plus some bread and ham. The total cost is only two copper wheels at most. Isn't it too much to sell it at such a high price?"

"what?"

After hearing Leon's complaint, the scarf girl was startled for a moment, then turned around and asked with a dark face:

"You said these things are only worth two copper wheels?"

Damn it! In order to prepare this surveillance point across the street, the field staff asked for four gold wheels! Just the food and other things cost two gold wheels. These bastards really don't care about their shame!
"..."

No... You actually got angry first? Is Old Charles' daughter so unreasonable?
Looking at the scarf-wearing girl in front of him with a bad look, Leon, who had been taken advantage of so early in the morning, suddenly became angry and said with a dark face:

"Of course not! I've eaten at this stall several times, and I can barely be considered a regular customer. How much do the food cost? I know."

"You are mistaken?"

The scarf lady frowned and said:

"Where did this old customer come from? I just opened today!"

"..."

Huh? It just opened today? So you're not old Charles' daughter?

Leon realized that he had come to the wrong stall and made a mistake. He couldn't help but feel discouraged. However, when he thought of the other party's sky-high price of a whole silver wheel, he couldn't help but argue:
"Even if you're not from the same stall, it's still too expensive to sell this stuff for a silver wheel."

"Uh-huh!"

The corner of her eye glanced at the opposite building and found that there seemed to be someone looking out of the target's house. Fearing that she would be noticed, the scarf-wearing woman quickly retreated into the tent, pretending to be entertaining guests, and spoke absentmindedly:

"How much is appropriate? Name your price!"

"..."

Ah... you want me to name a price directly? Are you so casual in doing business?

Stunned by the scarf girl's bold move, Leon tentatively said:

"As for the price... I've eaten these at other stalls before, and they charged me two copper wheels, but the ingredients you provided were indeed sufficient, and the fire was also very strong..."

"Then I'll take two copper wheels too!"

"..."

After waiting for a few seconds and not hearing Leon’s response, the scarf girl immediately withdrew her gaze from the other side and said impatiently:

"Still think it's too expensive? Then..."

"No, no, this price is fine..."

Lyon had nothing to say about the scarf woman's business philosophy.

After raising his hand to signal a stop and stopping the other party from lowering the price further, Leon sat back in his seat obediently and ate his breakfast without any appetite.

This guy's business is really... It's like a joke. He doesn't even look at people when he talks, and always turns his head to look at the building opposite...

Could she be a detective catching a mistress, a criminal giving tips to his accomplices, or a secret police officer doing stalking?
Although it is generally unlikely to encounter such a coincidence, the more Leon thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong with this woman who covered the lower half of her face with a scarf. At least she didn't look like a coffee stand owner at all. "Customer!"

After being keenly aware of Leon's gaze and reading some suspicion in his eyes, the scarf woman's attention was finally drawn back. Her beautiful and heroic almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and her extremely oppressive gaze instantly covered him.

"You've been looking at me? Is there anything else you need?"

"Um... no..."

He felt a little uneasy at her stare, and it was indeed impolite to stare at others all the time. After mumbling a few words, Leon turned his head away, chewing the bread in his mouth while looking at the street absent-mindedly.

Logically speaking, if the woman in the scarf was really following someone, she was probably either waiting for someone to pass by on this street or looking at the building opposite.

If I remember correctly, the building opposite seemed to be the staff housing building of the Tongqi Factory. However, after the Tongqi Factory went bankrupt, the four lower floors were rented out and used as apartments.

However, due to the slightly remote location and the noisy street, business has never been very good, and most of the houses on the first and second floors are often empty.

So if the scarf woman was watching, considering that the view would be blocked from below, if she was on the third or fourth floor, she should be watching from a higher place. Her target should be the residents on the first and second floors...

Hmm? Wait a minute! Why is the window on the second floor open? And...

"guest!"

Along with the cold shout, a pair of round and tight long legs stepped into Leon's sight, instantly blocking the situation in the opposite building.

Leon looked up along the legs, passed the slender waist that could be held in one hand, and a pair of fruits on the thin branches, and saw two eyes full of coldness.

"What are you looking at?"

After blocking the line of sight between the other party and the target's residence to prevent him from alerting the target, the scarf-girl's eyes suddenly became cold as she looked at the man who first used words to test her, then repeatedly looked at her and even frequently looked at the target's location. She asked in a cold and hard voice:

"Or...what are you looking at?"

"..."

Good fellow! You are really the one who is following me!
Seeing the scarf girl revealing her identity and even doubting him, Leon couldn't help but frown.

When this woman glared at people, her aura was as sharp as a knife. She didn't look like a detective catching a mistress, let alone a petty thief. She had probably seen blood.

In the entire capital, anyone with this kind of temperament and who is also doing surveillance work is either a special forces member from the military, or a secret police from the police department, or even a rebel group preparing to launch an attack. These three types of people are more troublesome than the other...

Just as Leon was hesitating whether to take out his credentials from the Cleanup Bureau and bet that she was not a rebel but half "one of us", he heard a loud shout from the direction of the opposite building.

"What about people?!"

Leon looked up and saw a scarred man with bulging veins on his face sticking his head out of the second-floor window. He roared in anger at this side:
"Where is that person, Isa? Is that how you were able to follow me?"

? ! ! !
……

"I know it sounds unbelievable, but I really just wanted to get a cup of coffee..."

Leon was taken into the interrogation room of the police department and handcuffed to a chair. He looked at the secret police officers who were eyeing him covetously, and could only raise his chin helplessly in the direction of the scarf woman.

"It's not that I have to bother her. The main thing is that I only ordered a cup of coffee and two slices of bread, but she asked me to pay a silver wheel! This price is enough to buy half a ham, okay?
My money didn't come from the wind, it was earned bit by bit, if you were faced with such an outrageous situation early in the morning, would you be able to resist arguing with her?"

(End of this chapter)