Although there are not many customers buying new and high-end cakes in fast food restaurants, there are all kinds of them.
Apart from the fact that they all pack 20 or 30 at a time, which is a bit suspicious, there is not much else to say.
Caroline's suspicion that Luke was underwriting the deal to please Max was not supported by any evidence.
Of course, Luke would not say that he was lazy and that the purchase of the cake was directly handed over to the charity foundation in Clinton District.
There are only a few people in the foundation, and it only employs a few local girls from the Clinton area, who mainly do community service.
But if there is anything wrong with the big boss Luke, all he needs is a phone call and the part-time social workers can mobilize hundreds of residents from the Clinton area to buy cakes, 365 days a year without any duplication.
Buyers of the cakes can keep one for themselves, and the rest will be sent to Fudge and Matt's offices, home improvement companies, and social workers' food distribution points.
On average, most people eat it less than once a month, and no one would consider it a daily benefit.
In fact, Max and her friends produce about fifty high-end cakes every day, and Luke only buys a part of them.
A Wharton dropout, current waitress, the reason why she couldn't find any flaws was not only because Luke could change people to buy from him, but also because there were only about 10 to 20 real customers every day.
After all, Max really has a talent for baking cakes.
But when Luke praised her for this, the fierce girl laughed at herself: "Maybe it was because I was very hungry when I was a kid, and my mom didn't come home, so I could only put a lump of dough in the oven and bake it myself, and that was my first time."
Luke was originally a big shot at DIY.
He is also the boss who has solidified ordinary cupcakes into smart kitchen appliances and assembly line production.
We specifically pointed out and corrected the biggest shortcomings of Max's cake making, and the taste and color of the cake immediately improved to a higher level.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk about the remaining shortcomings, but those shortcomings are actually just one - no money.
Both high-quality raw materials and high-quality tools cost a lot of money, which Max and her friends cannot afford.
Luke didn't want to give Max money directly, even though she always called herself a poor person.
This is exactly why he changed people even when buying cakes.
The money earned from one's own labor and the money given by others have different meanings.
Max seems cheerful, but he actually lacks real self-confidence.
He didn't want to be another person who hurt her self-esteem, even if it was well-intentioned.
Therefore, he would rather teach her how to make the cake and use hidden guaranteed sales to ensure initial sales instead of spending money directly.
These days, although Max and his two daughters' cakes are not making a fortune, the gross profit of $100 a day can ease the serious pressure of life.
Therefore, Luke, who was being watched by the restaurant owner, the waitress, and the old cashier at the moment, was not as idle as they imagined.
His conversation with Max was also rather nonsensical, and not the romantic discussion the three had imagined.
"This is the ninth car. Aren't all the New York police sleeping tonight?" Max said vaguely while eating the high-end cake he made.
Although it was a bit strange that Luke bought her cake and treated her to it, it was his fault that he ate fifteen of them.
Every time Luke comes, he always eats at least three or five cupcakes, and sometimes as many as twenty. He never wastes any cupcakes.
She had already determined that her temporary boyfriend was a real big eater and not just someone who wanted to buy her cake.
Luke smiled, swallowed the cake in his mouth, and said slowly: "You forgot to mention the ambulances, how many passed by just now?"
Max frowned. "Is it some kind of large-scale arrest of prostitutes? Or a mass poisoning at some place?"
Luke glanced sideways: "Are you serious?"
Max was surprised: "Isn't that so? I remember the last time I went to a place, I was squeezed out after only ten minutes. There were a bunch of idiots shouting about air raids, and someone inside was releasing poison gas."
Luke, who was already familiar with all the major cases in New York, knew that there was no such case and asked with a smile, "What was the result?"
Max shrugged. "Last but not least, I heard from some people that someone was using some fart-smelling spray in there, and it smelled like onions. Many people covered their noses and cried, and one person fainted from an allergy. Then some people said it was poison gas."
Luke: "… This is actually a low-end version of poison gas, right? People are dizzy. Um, you smelled it too?"
"No. Those guys were playing a prank, spraying the spray in the center of the city. I couldn't squeeze through at all." Max actually looked a little regretful: "Well, the unlucky guy who fainted was also like that, so he didn't run away, he was fainted by the stench."
Luke: "… You don't really want to smell that spray, do you?"
"There's actually an onion fart spray that makes me cry when I smell it. It sounds really exciting." Max was eager to try it out: "Maybe it's similar to smoking ..."
Luke covered her mouth with his hand: "No, this is a high-risk behavior, no description is allowed."
Max was stunned, then said: "I was so poor some time ago that I could hardly afford toothpaste. I couldn't bear to find someone to replace the shower head when it fell off. How could I have the money to buy this?"
She knew that her temporary boyfriend was extremely disgusted by the act of smoking or inhaling certain substances.
Although she doesn't smoke weed, 60% of people in the United States have tried it, which is more common than smoking.
Max didn't understand why he cared so much about it.
Fortunately, she had been poor for a long time before she met him, and she might as well buy two more rolls of toilet paper instead of weed.
After all, it doesn’t matter if you don’t touch weeds for your whole life, but you can’t go without toilet paper for even a single day.
"I know." Luke just smiled and pinched her face, but most of his thoughts were on the outside.
Tonight, he and Selena teamed up to create a big scene.
Do you know what one-stop service means? Do you know what guaranteed pick-up, guaranteed delivery, guaranteed imprisonment means? Do you know what it means to get credit for sitting on the sky
All NYPD colleagues are here tonight.
The cleanup operation officially began at 9 p.m.
Luke and Selina swept through the area and razed the main hideouts of the eleven gangs.
Although the two did not have time to extract confessions from the eleven gang members, some hard evidence was already placed in the place where these people lived, including banned drugs, illegal weapons, and even the most deadly black accounts.
That’s not all.
Luke and his companions also put the criminal information they had collected previously into a USB drive and attached it to the gang leader who had been beaten into a disabled person.
With this double-insurance information in the hands of the NYPD, the district attorney no longer needs to make any plea bargains or look for tainted witnesses.
By catching all these gang members, the New York District Attorney's Office will be able to meet its task target for this year five times with some surplus.
The performance of U.S. district attorneys is the conviction rate, that is, the number of felonies and serious crimes convicted.
It just so happens that the cases these gang members are involved in are either shootings or murders, as well as the inevitable sale of illegal drugs and weapons.
Even if they no longer confess any evidence in the police station, most of the gang members and bosses will have to spend twenty years in prison or even life in prison.
This batch of cases will be enough to keep the prosecutors in the local procuratorate busy until the end of the year.