The daily life of a full-level boss (MTL)

Chapter 75

Chapter 75

    After getting the medicine pill sent by Meng Xian, Qu Zhong took the tricycle to the town post office.

    According to the address left by Lin Renxing, he sent all the prepared medicinal materials, including those prepared fire-red elixir.

    Only parcels from the post office can arrive in Lin Renxing town. Qu Zhong asked the staff and determined that it would take a week before calling Lin Renxing to explain.

    After sending the package, Qu Zhong also went to Daddy's Grilled Fish Shop to tell Zhang Wei that he was going to go far away.

    It was only half past ten when he went, but there were already many people in the store queuing to order.

    Zhang He went to Yunshan Village to pull fish, and Zhang Wei was busy in front of the fish tank outside the store.

    "Uncle Zhang, why did you move the fish tank outside?"

    Qu Zhong parked the car and dangled a transparent plastic bag in his hand.

    Zhang Wei looked up and saw that it was Qu Zhong, and immediately smiled and asked him to wait for a while: "Qu Zhong, you wait first, I will finish the work at hand."

    "It's okay, you are busy." It's

    okay anyway, Qu Zhong goes to After walking two steps, he took out a bun from the plastic bag and ate it.

    I went out without breakfast in the morning, these are the two buns I bought on the road just now.

    While nibbling, he walked into the store and took a look. It turned out that the place for the fish tank had been vacated for two tables, so it was no wonder that the fish tank was moved outside.

    There were crowds of people outside, but there was no one in the store.

    All the old chefs in the store knew Qu Zhong, and they enthusiastically gave him a cigarette when he saw someone coming.

    Qu Zhong waved his hand and declined, saying that he would not smoke. The old chef leaned on the back door frame and lit a cigarette for himself.

    "There is still time for one at such a time every day."

    Qu Zhong moved two steps to the upper wind and directly opposite the back door and asked, "Aren't these dozens of fish sold out at noon?"

    "Your fish must be sold out by noon." In the

    smoke, the old chef's face slowly sank, and his tone was obviously displeased: "You have to ask the boss's eldest daughter and son-in-law."

    Qu Zhong was puzzled.

    The chef looked to the left and right to make sure that no one was around. Then he pressed the cigarette butt to the ashtray on the table and approached Qu Zhong and said, "They don't know where the fish they brought in is pretending to be yours, and they are mixing it up and selling it."

    After speaking, he raised his chin to indicate the place for the back door.

    Qu Zhong frowned slightly, moved two steps from the old chef's side and pushed open the back door.

    "I can't bear to smash the sign of our grilled fish shop." The old chef sighed, but did not stop Qu Zhong's movements.

    As soon as the back door was opened, I saw two large fish tanks under the dim light.