Song Zhou suddenly remembered that it was already past ten o'clock in the evening after he sent Jiang Xue home last night. At that time, his father still had not come back. If he walked, he would arrive at the county hospital at almost one o'clock.
My father was shot in the waist. Although the bullet has been removed, walking for a long time still causes unbearable pain.
Sudden.
Song Zhou felt his nose was a little sore.
…
Leaving the hospital.
Although I didn't see the rescued girl, I finally got the money back.
On the street, Song Zhou wandered around several restaurants, trying to talk to them about the Shanhuo cooperation business, but the deal failed.
"It would be great if I opened my own restaurant."
Song Zhou said to himself.
In addition to honey sauce, there are many secret recipes in my mind that will definitely open up the market.
Before noon, Song Zhou was already hungry. He randomly found a noodle shop and slurped noodles in his mouth. He planned to visit the next county in the afternoon.
"Here comes a bowl of noodles, like the third child."
The man walked in from outside the door. After seeing that there was no seat, he went straight to sit opposite Song Zhou and smiled.
He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, broad hands, and a righteous look.
He was also wearing a military green uniform, and he was obviously a policeman.
We chatted for a while.
Song Zhou learned that the other party's name was Yu Xiang, and he was here on business this time.
When waiting for the check, Yu Xiang suddenly realized that he had no money, and Song Zhou gave it to him.
"Comrade, write me your address and I will send you the money as soon as I get back."
"Forget it, it's just a bowl of noodles. After you are so busy working for the people, it's appropriate to treat you to a bowl of noodles."
"No, no, no!" Yu Xiang waved his hands vigorously: "We must not take away a stitch from the people."
"Don't be polite to me."
The two of them had a fight on the street. In the end, Song Zhou didn't give in to Yu Xiang and was about to write down the address, but when Yu Xiang took out a pen and paper, he brought out a piece of paper.
Wanted poster.
Three big characters came into view.
"In order to maintain social stability and protect the safety of people's lives and property, Haiwei City has decided to place a wanted order on the fraudster leader Lin Qinghan... If you provide clues, you will receive a bonus."
Below is a portrait of a character.
This made Song Zhou suddenly startled and caught by Yu Xiang's gaze.
"Little brother, do you know him?"
"I seem to have some impression. If you go to the state-owned hotel, Manager Liu Renliu, he should know better than me."
"I'll go."
Yu Xiang had full strength and turned around to leave, but was pulled back by Song Zhou again. Yu Xiang warned with a puzzled expression: "Whether you believe it or not, you must wear a bulletproof vest when arresting someone. must remember!"
After saying that, Song Zhou left without looking back, leaving Yu Xiang confused, but he still walked away quickly.
I remember it was reported on the news in my previous life that Lin Qinghan was carrying a gun and two police comrades were sacrificed during the arrest.
Although I don't know if Yu Xiang is among them, it would be better to give a warning, so as not to let good people die and bleed.
Song Zhou came to the steel factory.
The factory hadn't finished get off work yet, and the security guard at the door saw Song Zhou smiling and waving to him.
"Xiao Song, why didn't you push the cart over today?"
"Let the car be modified. Come back in two days. Can I borrow a piece of scrap cardboard to write something on?"
"Whatever, it's not worth anything anyway."
Song Zhou took the cardboard and waved it.
I have to take two days off due to vehicle modifications.
Just put it in its original position.
Since you have accumulated a lot of customers, you can't disappear for no reason. You must explain it clearly to others to avoid being criticized.
Soon, the steel factory got off work, and the workers rushed out to prepare a delicious meal, but they saw Song Zhou's sign.
"Young man, why are you modifying it?"
"I've just gotten used to it these days. Aren't you wasting your money?"
"Why don't you just talk to the factory manager and sell it in the canteen?"
When asked, Song Zhou took the trouble to explain over and over again.
In fact, he was bleeding in his heart. He would have to make a lot less money. Wouldn't this delay his engagement with Xiaoxue?
Sudden.
A voice came.
"Take a look, Lao Fang's fried skewers are guaranteed to be delicious. Everyone, come over and try it!"
“Vegetarian ones are only a dime for two skewers, and meat ones are a dime for one skewer. They are delicious and affordable!”
Song Zhou followed the sound and looked over.
The cars are almost the same, the prices of the dishes are similar, and they even have similar lines.
How quickly did imitators appear?
People's sense of smell is still far more sensitive than they think.
Seeing many people swarming over, Song Zhou was not anxious at all.
The difficulty in this line of work is not how to fry it, but the sauce.
"Give me three dollars."
Song Zhou squeezed over and said.
The person setting up the stall was a middle-aged woman, short and thin. She obviously knew herself, but she was a little embarrassed when she saw her.
Song Zhou smiled at her.
The emergence of followers is an inevitable result, and there is no need for him to be angry.
Take one bite.
really.
The taste is average, the sauce is not fragrant enough, and at least three or four seasonings are missing. The portion of ingredients is quite sufficient.
It's a pity that this kind of snack only needs the fragrance of the sauce, otherwise it will make people feel tired if they eat too much.
Just when Song Zhou was about to leave, someone grabbed his arm.
"Young man, what do you think of the taste?" The female stall owner looked expectantly, but saw Song Zhou shaking his head slightly.
"The taste is average. If you are willing to lower the price, it may still attract people. But when I set up a stall in a few days, it will be difficult for you to compete with me at the same price."
Song Zhou told the truth.
The other party looked lonely.
After Song Zhou left, the woman's eyes were red, but she continued to shout...
at the same time.
Haiwei City First Hospital, in the advanced ward.
A tall and tall middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with gray hair on his temples was sitting next to the hospital bed with a bowl in his hands with a kind look on his face.
"My dear daughter, would you like to take another sip?"
"Dad, this medicine is too bitter. I don't want to drink it." The girl, wrapped in gauze all over her body, pouted and frowned.
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to drink it, don't drink it. I'll ask the nanny to make some bird's nest porridge in the evening to replenish qi and blood. You must drink it for dad, okay?"
"All right."
The girl reluctantly nodded.
After the father and daughter chatted for a few words, the girl fell into a deep sleep. The middle-aged man quietly covered his daughter with a quilt and walked out of the ward gently.
The moment the door was closed, the middle-aged man was like an unsheathed sword, its sharp edge exposed. People on both sides of the corridor lowered their heads and dared not speak. A depressing atmosphere enveloped everyone's head, making it difficult to breathe.
"Have you understood the situation?" The middle-aged man's eyes were blazing and his voice was cold.
"Mr. Nan, we have clarified everything. The young man named Song Zhou was indeed passing by to save people. He has nothing to do with Weilong Company. In addition, the person who hurt the young lady has been caught by us. Do you want to intervene? one time."
Glancing over with murderous eyes, his subordinates understood instantly.
There are too many dogs in their company, and they haven't had anything to eat these days, so now they can have a full meal.
