one,"… "
He asked, "Is that what your boss meant?"
System, "It's not the boss below, it's the boss of the boss."
Huang Dan thought to himself, it seems that the place where Mr. System works is a relatively large-scale institution.
Just a little disappointed.
Huang Dan hopes to be able to guess the number of targets based on the length of the lines in that column, as he did in the last task of crossing the world.
After rationalizing his thoughts, Huang Dan remembered another thing, "Mr. System, you mentioned to me last time that Chrysanthemum Spirit's company will hold events every year. Remember to let me know when that time comes. I can do it at any time."
System, "Mr. Huang, I can't understand, you currently have a lot of chrysanthemum spirits, and you still have tens of millions of points, enough for you to spend freely, why still..."
Huang Dan interrupted its voice, "The more chrysanthemums survive, I will have a sense of security."
system,"… "
Huang Dan took the package of melon seeds and wanted to take it apart to eat and put it back, but he had a blister on his mouth and got a little angry, but he still didn't eat it.
According to the words outside just now, Huang Dan sorted out a few clues.
One, the night before yesterday, Zhou Yang came to buy something at about twelve o'clock, the bean paste was still there, and the small shop was not stolen.
Second, another small shop had contact with the original owner and his family. The prices of the goods sold were different, and the business was not as good as the original owner's family.
However, the clip related to the second clue, Huang Dan did not search from the original owner's memory, maybe he didn't know it.
He looked at the young man who was playing with everyone outside and thoughtfully. The two clues were given by Zhou Yang.
"Zhou Yang..."
Huang Dan muttered to himself, he took away the thoughts in his eyes, and put the young man in the first position of the suspect.
Because the other party is the first to jump out.
Huang Dan didn't think for a long time, and the group of people under Dapeng dispersed one after another.
Qi Feng was the last to leave. He was wearing a black T-shirt and trousers. He had broad shoulders and a wide back, narrow waist and long legs. His hips were also very upturned. The ends of his hair were pitch black.
Huang Dan glanced at the man's back, picked up the water cup and took a gulp of water.
It's only the end of August, and it will be hot for a while, he sighs, he really doesn't like summer.
The door was ajar, and the smell of tobacco wafted from inside.
Father Zhang sits at the table next to the refrigerator and smokes. He has been smoking for decades. He is so addicted to smoking that it has become an inescapable part of his life. One stick, every day, one or two packs when there is more, and almost one pack when there is less.
He smoked a lot, but Zhang's father had a good face. He didn't smoke Lushan Hongmei cigarettes, but picked up a good cigarette like Zhonghua, and even Yuxi didn't look down on it.
In the past two years, Zhang’s father has been from four to five years old, and he is always asking for money. The group of peonies are kept by the Soft China Club, and they are only taken out when they go to the company to meet the boss, or when they participate in the wine party.
There is a mirror hanging on one wall of the kitchen. Zhang Yao patted the big treasure on her face in front of the mirror. She pulled the headband from her wrist and tidied up her curly hair, "Dad, you should smoke less."
Father Zhang hummed again and continued to smoke, "You are as long-winded as your mother."
Zhang Yao came out of the kitchen and sighed, "Dad, I came here by car from school all the way, just to catch up with you and my mother to quarrel."
Father Zhang patted off the cigarette ash on his trousers and stared at his bloodshot eyes, "Who wants to argue with her, it's not because of her own illness!"
Zhang Yao shrank her neck, a little scared, "Where's Mom?"
Father Zhang had an uncomfortable throat, coughed a mouthful of phlegm into the trash can, "Going to do the laundry."
Zhang Yao turned around in the room, touched the box of mineral water, and then touched the box of Sprite. There was no dust, indicating that she had just come back and it was selling quickly. She looked up the stairs, and it was a mess. Goods are stacked a lot.
"Dad, I'll go to town with my brother later. If we have enough time, we'll also go to the city. Do you have anything to go in?"
Father Zhang pinched the butt of the cigarette, "Put in some Hericium erinaceus, you like to eat that coincidence, by the way, it's jam-filled cookies, and Orion's cake, go there and see for yourself, what do you want to eat? Just tell your brother and let him buy it for you."
Zhang Yao wrote it down, "Is there nothing else?"
Father Zhang said, "Buy some vegetables, eggs, carrots, etc. Let your brother watch and buy fruits."
Zhang Yao sighed, then went upstairs, then went downstairs, with a small black bag on her shoulders, she wore powder blue sneakers,