Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty-Seven Victims, Lackeys of the Rich, Black Police

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After getting in the car, Selena asked Luke to go to the pastry shop first, and she would pay for today's snacks and pastries. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Nugget nodded in satisfaction, complimenting her self-awareness.

Luke took out his phone: "I'll ask Lucy to see if their store is open today."

After the earthquake last night, many shops must have been affected today and may not be able to open their doors.

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator: "The good news is that they are open as usual today."

As soon as Selena heard it, she knew that there was more to come, and consciously clapped: "The bad news is..."

"Their store is full of business today. If we go later, we can only buy flour and sugar from the store and make it at home." Luke smiled wryly.

After the identity of the ghost butcher stopped, his cooking time plummeted, and he didn't want to make those too time-consuming and laborious pastries.

But today is to reward gold nuggets, and the ordinary pastries he made obviously cannot be used as rewards.

Lucy was a clerk in the pastry shop they frequented the most.

Prices at this pastry shop are relatively high, business is usually tepid, and long queues are rarely required.

But today, there are not many pastry shops in Los Angeles that are still open as usual.

The gold nugget creaked.

It also has a mouth, and it is very clear that the level of this shop and the ordinary pastry shop is different.

It doesn't want to eat pig food at all.

Luke laughed: "Okay. Lucy kept a whole tiramisu for us in the back kitchen, and she guessed that we might need it today."

Selena pouted: "Yo, even this can help you think about it. Come on, how many times has she given you her cell phone number?"

Luke smiled and said, "The second time we went, I got her mobile phone number, did you forget? We bought more than a hundred pastries in the store that time, and then we became her big client."

Selena was dumbfounded.

When he said,

She remembered.

Even when Luke was on a business trip, she used Luke's VIP client to go to the pastry shop. Lucy was just as enthusiastic about her.

Who made Luke, the three big stomach kings, have amazing purchasing power, so that Lucy's sales were completed ahead of schedule every month, and he successfully won a lot of bonuses.

Of course, Luke wasn't stupid enough to tell Selena that Lucy made a few calls in private and asked him to go out for drinks and coffee at night.

Mainly because he is very busy at night, where is he free to flirt with girls.

Driving near the pastry shop, Luke frowned.

Selena also looked strangely at the pastry shop not far away. It was noisy and many people were running out.

But seeing that they didn't run fast, and their expressions didn't look particularly fearful, many people were still trotting and looking back.

Many people even ran across the street, craned their necks and started watching.

Luke looked at each other.

"God bless, don't let our tiramisu go to waste." Selena was a little worried, she ordered some delicious cakes with dog's head.

Luke: "Although I really want to comfort you and say no, it's quite possible."

"嘤嘤嘤." The gold nugget was also a little nervous. This was its fair and above-mentioned reward, and the Great Demon King personally recognized it.

If it doesn't, don't be blind to the Gou idea that it racked its brains for yesterday!

Luke: "OK, I promise that today's food will not fail. If this restaurant doesn't have it at noon, I will buy the top burgers from IN N OUT."

With that said, he pushed open the door and walked quickly towards the pastry shop.

Squeezing into the crowd of onlookers, he saw a group of people around the pastry shop.

They held placards in their hands, and they were babbling about something.

In the pastry shop, two female clerks, including Lucy, were talking helplessly to the two leaders.

But the other party looked angry and shouted: "You rich people, you are full of oil, but you have never thought of helping the society, you are all vampires."

Luke silently took out the police badge and hung it up, pushed the group away, and walked into the store.

The person who was pushed away opened his mouth to scold something, but when he saw the police badge on Luke's chest, he shut up again.

Luke moved quickly. He arrived at the store a few times and patted the two people who were yelling at Lucy and the others.

"What?" The man and woman turned their heads in dissatisfaction, and saw Luke with a police badge standing behind them, and choked suddenly.

Luke: "LAPD, is there something wrong here?"

There was a look of surprise in Lucy's eyes: "Luke, are you here?"

When the man and woman heard this, they suddenly became alert: "Are you in a group?"

Luke looked at these two people with the eyes of an idiot: "I am a customer here, are you still with Golden Arch and IN N OUT?"

The two were speechless again.

Luke: "Okay, now I'll start the formal inquiry. Excuse me, did the two clerks do something wrong? Did they find the wrong change or gave the wrong pastry?"

The men and women looked at each other, and the woman said, "They refused to provide us with food."

Luke looked at Lucy.

Lucy was familiar with him, and said quickly: "No, no, they want us to give them the cakes in the store for free, but we didn't receive the notice of free supply, we notified the boss, but she I can't make it in time for something..."

Luke probably understood.

This pastry shop takes the high-end boutique route, the store is not too big, and there are not too many customers.

There are usually two female clerks in the store, and there is no such thing as a store manager.

Lucy has been here for a long time, with a good attitude and high customer evaluation, so she is a store manager without a formal position.

Luke raised his hand: "Understood. That is to say, these two are protesting here because you didn't give them the property in the store for free?"

When the men and women heard this, they shouted angrily: "We are suffering, we need help."

Luke looked calm: "Is this a welfare institution? Or is it a church relief point that distributes food stamps for free?"

Looking at the two men and women who were silent, he continued: "The daily supply of this pastry shop is not much, and it would be good to be able to eat three hundred people. If you want to feed the affected people in Los Angeles, you can Go to those fast food restaurants to protest, they each stock 2,000 servings of fast food products. So, why are they here?”

"You, you rich people's lackey!" the woman screamed: "You are helping these rich people to squeeze us ordinary people."

"Yes, you often come here to eat. The price of cakes here is so high, you must be a black policeman!" The man next to him quickly helped.

Luke laughed, took out a pen from his pocket, and at the same time pulled a piece of advertising paper from the pastry shop, quickly wrote a few numbers on it, and handed it to the two of them: "This is a complaint from the Internal Affairs Department of the LAPD General Administration. Phone, as well as the complaint phone number of the Internal Affairs Department of the Western District Bureau, and the hotline number of the Sheriff of the General Bureau. If you have any evidence, you can complain directly to them.”