The metaphysics boss just wants to be a salted fish

This kind of person is Bo Nan's favorite.

——Without him, it is convenient.

Be convenient for others, but also for yourself.

"Then you still go to take his orders? Old Zhou, I didn't say you..." The middle part was blurred, and Bo Nan couldn't hear clearly: "...Be careful yourself."

"What you said is too much!" Lao Zhou is the one who is dying soon: "I am saving Lao Wang's life. If he stays in my hands, he will not die or be disabled. I hug him for him. This is a good deed." OK?"

Lao Jing shook his head: "Then you should hurry out, sometimes it's so mysterious, you can't believe it!"

Bo Nan lowered his head and stuffed two slices of beef into his mouth again. The beef was cut really well, and the taste disappeared as soon as he tasted it. It made people want to take one bite after another. He chewed slowly, and continued to listen to the two of them. We chatted a few words on this mysterious topic, and it seemed that we didn't have a good chat, so we gradually stopped talking.

This wave of Fang Ping, that wave again, suddenly there was a roar in the kitchen: "I told you to make the beef slices thicker! Why are you still sliced ​​so thin!"

"Boss, this is already thick enough. Besides, the weight has not changed. It doesn't matter if it's thinner or thicker!"

"It's too thin to taste! How many times have I told you! And have you given enough? If you know it, you will save me money, but if you don't know it, you will think it is a store opened by your family!"

The voice inside dropped down again, and after a while a middle-aged man with an unwavering expression came out with a plate of beef. The pile of meat on it became a hill. He scanned around the shop, and finally put it in Bo Nan's. In front of him, he tried his best to put on a good face: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake in the kitchen just now, and I gave you a small portion. This is the big portion."

Bo Nan paused and thanked immediately: "Thank you boss!"

The man waved his hand and went into the kitchen again.

The two brokers next to him looked eagerly—it was true that they had been chatting for a while, but when none of the dishes came, one of them yelled: "What's the matter, boss! Why hasn't the pot been served yet!"

"It's coming, it's urging the soul!" A young man happened to come out of the kitchen with a big beef bone pot, and responded angrily.

Maybe there was a gap because of the comparison, or maybe the two of them were having a bad quarrel, so the one surnamed Zhou immediately scolded: "We and the next table are in front of each other, he is almost finished eating, ours hasn't been served yet, Are we here to eat or to look good? Why can't you, Lord Yan, rush?!"

As soon as the words came out, the young man's expression became even worse, and Bo Nan sat aside calmly, so as not to make a fuss and hurt Chi Yu.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished moving, the young man stepped forward quickly. Bo Nan raised his eyebrows and jumped up, not forgetting to carry his own beef.In the next moment, Lao Zhou was splashed all over by the pot of boiling hot beef that was constantly tumbling on the soup surface!

Bo Nan grabbed the unlucky guy and pulled him away from his seat.

When Lao Zhou saw the movement, he couldn't dodge it. The beef pot was red oil and red soup, and it had just boiled away. Lao Zhou let out a scream, and immediately covered his eyes. The hot oil adhered to him. body, rolling on the ground in pain.

His skin began to turn white quickly after turning red for a short time, and then one by one blisters emerged, occupying every eroded skin in terror.

At this time, the boss rushed out when he heard the screams in the kitchen and saw this scene.

"Xiao Li, what are you doing!" the old man roared subconsciously, he was still holding a bone chopping knife in his hand, his face was flushed, he looked more like a murderer than the young man who just threw a boiling pot on someone.

The young man suddenly realized after being so drunk, looked at Lao Zhou who was rolling on the ground, and ran away.A tall, long-legged young man in his twenties ran like crazy, unless Lian Jiazi was really there, no one could catch up with him.

Naturally, it was impossible for Bo Nan to chase after him. The streets were full of surveillance cameras, so the other party couldn't run away.

The incident happened in an instant, and Lao Jing realized that he immediately poured clean water from the table beside him to Lao Zhou, shouting, "Water! Does the boss have a water pipe?"

The boss took a step forward to support the other party: "Move him directly to the kitchen, the water pipe is not that long!"

Lao Jing also wanted to help, but unfortunately the boss didn't give him this chance, he was dragged to the back kitchen after two or three steps, Lao Jing hurriedly followed, and nodded to Bo Nan when he passed by: "Thanks, brother!"

"You're welcome." Bo Nan sat down again, put down her beef, and in good conscience called the police and called an ambulance.

The Shanghai police arrived very quickly, and within 10 minutes someone arrived at the store: "Someone called the police? Who reported it? What's the situation?"

Bo Nan put down his chopsticks and said, "I called the police. Just now, the worker in the store had an argument with a customer and splashed him with a boiling hot pot. The ambulance has already been called but it hasn't arrived. The boss and his partner are now in the back kitchen. The injured took a shower, Xiaogong ran away."

This sentence clearly explained what happened, and the policeman wrote down a few times on the list, and motioned two of them to go to the back kitchen to have a look, and the other one to register with Bo Nan: "Have you brought your ID card? Take it." Come out and register... Are you here for dinner?"

"Bring it, yes, I am." Bo Nan took out his ID card and handed it to the other party: "I was still playing with my phone just now, and I heard that man urging me to order some food, but I was thrown for some reason."

The policeman took his ID card and scanned it with a code scanner, which showed a green light, and he returned the ID card to him, along with a registration form: "Check if there is any problem, no Just sign it."

Bo Nan took it over and looked at it, complaining seemingly unintentionally: "It's really not safe to eat... That man is not a good person, I just heard them say that death is not afraid of losing life or something, probably not. What a good thing to do..."

The film policeman was taken aback for a moment, and then regained his spirit: "What should I say?"

Bo Nan pointed to the other side's suitcase with his eyes, and the other side looked at it, and immediately took two steps forward to check it - anyone who knows antiques knows that the antique taste of real antiques cannot be concealed. Sometimes it looks fake everywhere, but at a glance, it feels that most of the things that look real are genuine.

A policeman who was assigned to work near the Antique City naturally understood it, even if he didn't understand it, he could tell a thing or two from his ears and eyes.

The film policeman didn't open the other party's suitcase to look through it, and didn't even touch the pole that was poked out. Instead, he changed several angles on the spot to take pictures and leave evidence. Then he made another phone call. At this time, the ambulance outside was approaching. The sound of his phone was covered by the rapid and sharp whistle, and the doctor and the ambulancemen also rushed in.

The two film policemen who happened to go in also came out with Lao Zhou moaning constantly. The doctor stepped forward to take over and sent him to the hospital bed, but Lao Jing really wanted to follow, but was stopped by the film police: "You stay here, our colleagues will Follow the past, you are with him, right? Come back to the bureau with us to make a record—Boss, you closed the shop and come with us!"

The boss nodded sullenly, then looked at Bo Nan.

Bo Nan silently stuffed the last two mouthfuls of beef into his mouth. Fortunately, the money was paid first, so he just left now.

Lao Jing paused, went forward to grab the suitcase, and then stuffed a business card for Bo Nan. If this young man hadn't helped him today, the red oil soup pot would have scored half of his score. It's really big of kindness. "Brother, this is my business card, you keep it first, I will treat you to dinner later, thank you very much."

Bo Nan pressed the tip of her tongue against her palate: "Okay, then I won't be polite."

Lao Jing suddenly felt that the young man in front of him felt a little unpredictable and weird, and he didn't take it to heart. After all, it is normal for a young man who hides from the soup pot and still remembers to serve his own beef slices to be a little strange.

It's just that he thinks it's a bit difficult for him to come out. Lao Zhou's way of collecting this batch of materials is too crooked. Although he didn't pay and didn't get involved, he probably has a crime of covering up.

This batch of goods is evil!The last consignor was surnamed Wang. Less than half a month after he received the materials, the gas in his house exploded. He didn’t die, but he was also burnt and scalded. He is still lying in the hospital. This consignment was given to Lao Zhou by his wife. , look, how long is this?In less than three days, Lao Zhou was also burned!

So how should I put it, he just advised Lao Zhou not to accept things that he couldn't accept, because there are some things that you have to believe!

A group of people arrived at the police station, and sure enough there were several criminal police waiting inside. They asked Lao Jing to open the suitcase for inspection, and they found out that these were all funeral objects, and they were just unearthed not long ago. Obviously, they were grave robbers. big case.

Lao Jing has reached this point in his heart, so he just confessed everything, and he didn't expect to be able to pick himself up clean. Going to jail is better than scalding a body with blisters, even if it's a fine, it's better to lose money and eliminate disasters.

But he didn't know how he did it. Lao Jing thought that he should be detained after finishing the record, but the criminal police waved his hand and said: "Okay, from now on, you should call the police directly for such things. Don't persuade me. You Stay in Shanghai for a few days and don't leave, we will ask you to assist in the investigation if something happens."

Rounding up, all right?

Lao Jing looked at the criminal policeman with some helplessness: "This...doesn't really catch me?"

"What are you arresting for?" The criminal police looked through the file: "Why did we arrest the honest businessman? Do you think the bonus is not enough? ... Or did you participate in the intermediary process of tomb robbery or dumping goods?"

Lao Jing shook his head quickly: "No, no, I just walked with Lao Zhou, and I just found out that the source of these things is from the tomb."

"Okay, then it's all right, you can go."

Laojing walked out of the police station in a daze, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the young man queuing up at the milk tea shop across the road.

He didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, so he wanted to talk to someone, so he stepped forward and patted Bo Nan on the shoulder: "Hey, brother! We meet again!"

Bo Nan smiled slightly, and stuffed a glass of iced juice into his hand: "It's a coincidence, isn't it?"