The next day, a customer who went to Zhou Ji Bistro to eat found that there was suddenly a transparent acrylic box on the counter, with the word "Lottery" written in red on the outside, and the box was full of white plastic balls.<
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"Xiao Wang, how did you do this lottery?"
Wang Han smiled politely: "If you accumulate 500 purchases in the store, you can get a lucky draw!"
"Where's the prize?"
"Before September 6th, you can enjoy a super VIP private customization service, take care of the ingredients yourself, and enjoy a 10% discount on processing fees! We will post the details of the lottery soon..."
The eyes of some customers who usually spend a small amount for each meal are bright: Needless to say, the private customization service in the store, the most important thing is that the processing fee can be waived, which is a big deal!
As soon as the lottery came out, the store's turnover immediately went up to a higher level.
However, for Zhou Yan, turnover is still secondary, the most important thing is to complete the task of the master badge.
Moreover, although several customers have completed their consumption accumulation and completed the lottery, all they received were "Thank you for your patronage" or coupons with various discounts.
As the number of people in the lottery continued to increase, there was still no one who could win a one-time super VIP, and the popularity of the lottery quickly faded.
Zhou Yan was naturally happy to see the success. Taking a break from his busy schedule, he just bought some related books on advanced mathematics, mechanics and electronics from the petrochemical college's flea market.
Although Zhou Yan obtained the memory of the Mossad agent codenamed "Worker Bee", because the "main line" is a mixed martial arts mission, in addition to Krav Maga, the mechanical and electronic-related knowledge Zhou Yan acquired,
It's a little fuzzy, and I need to review it again to pull it out of the deep sea of memory.
Fortunately for Zhou Yan, this person's experience in special operations and espionage operations has been retained because it is closely related to mixed martial arts.
Special operations experience has been experienced in the series of missions of the Master Badge. Therefore, what Zhou Yan pays most attention to is the agent experience of the "worker bee".
Zhou Yan has needs in this regard.
After coming back after twenty years of wasted time, Zhou Yan himself had forgotten what he was like when he was in his twenties. Therefore, Zhou Yan did not dare to read again for fear that his parents would find any abnormalities in his daily habits.
Another point is that the mixed martial arts master task suddenly released by the system is a bit strange.
Judging from Zhou Yan's many years of experience, this illegal survey incident should not be easy to solve: not to mention that spies basically have one-way contact, it is not easy to follow the lead, and the case involves footbaths
Chicken, this is a foreign-related case, and just the early arrests will take a lot of effort...
In such a long period of time, there is plenty of time to complete the study, but this system directly caused a wave of flow for itself, and it was completed in half an hour. To say that there is no problem in this, Zhou Yan does not believe it...
Be prepared.
Zhou Yan is multitasking, chopping vegetables and studying the "codes" of agents at the same time.
Although, after entering the new century, Mossad has been burdened by its reputation and has messed up many "projects", but there are still three pounds of iron in excess of ships, and it still has its foundation...
After cutting the potatoes into shreds, Zhou Yan glanced at Liu Chuang, who was still struggling with the lettuce with his bare hands. He smiled helplessly, took off his glasses, and looked at the green mountains in the distance. He planned to work hard and reduce the number from four hundred to
More than 200 people with myopia have been completely eliminated...
A black car with "five rings missing one ring" parked across the road suddenly caught Zhou Yan's attention.
After noon, it is indeed correct to park the car under the shade of a tree in the south, but it is a bit abnormal to leave only a small opening in the car window for ventilation.
Zhou Yan picked up the glasses on the side, wiped them, put them on, looked at them carefully, was stunned for a moment, and quickly put the glasses aside.
Although it has been a day since he called someone to invite someone for tea, Zhou Yan, who had taken the counterfeit medicine "Ji Establishment Pill", has a very good memory and can be said to have a photographic memory, so he wrote down the name of the bus yesterday.
License plate, a piece of cake...
Could it be that the target lives in this community?
Zhou Yan's heart was inexplicably excited...
The weekend is coming soon.
According to common sense, Zhou Yan should be happy because the passenger flow and oil and gas flow are large on weekends, but Zhou Yan is not happy: the weekend is here, and so is the typhoon.
Although the center of the typhoon is in a small country in Northeast Asia, the wind on the Xinhai side is not too light.
After selling out the breakfast, Zhou Yan entrusted the store to Wang Han while he traveled across the ocean to the city center opposite, then took the train to the provincial capital to collect the balance of his previous life.
The provincial capital naturally has clear skies. But when Zhou Yan returned to Ninghai after receiving the balance, he still had to enjoy a stormy night.
"Bad boy, what are you doing!"
As soon as Zhou Yan returned to the store, his uncle Zhou Zhenghe, who was waiting there, started to curse him.
"Your dad called just now and asked about the situation here!"
"There are not many customers today, so I went to the city to buy a few books!"
As he spoke, Zhou Yan took out a few books from his schoolbag and let his uncle read them. The books were indeed newly bought, but they were not bought in Ninghai, but in the provincial capital.
After seeing the basically brand-new professional books, Zhou Zhenghe didn't know what to say. He just took out his mobile phone from his pocket with a straight face and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Call home now!"
"Okay!"
Although Zhou Yan often called home to report that he was safe, he still took over the old-fashioned candy bar phone and pressed dial...
After a busy tone, the lazy voice of old man Zhou Yan, Zhou Zhenghai, appeared on the phone.
"Hello?"
"Dad, it's me, Zhou Yan!"
……
After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Yan reluctantly put down the phone.
If a month and a half ago, except for the weekly phone greetings, Zhou Yan would not take the initiative to call home at other times, because making a phone call means that he is very likely to arouse his father and mother.
Urgent marriage...
Zhou Zhenghe took back the phone, put it in his pocket, glanced at the dark clouds passing by in the sky outside the window, and then looked back at the empty shop.
"My eldest nephew, while there's no one around, why don't you cook two dishes and let's have a drink?"
"Okay!"
Zhou Yan’s answer is not very natural.
Of course, cooking is no problem, but when it comes to drinking with his uncle, Zhou Yan is a little frightened: his uncle's wine quality is really questionable. After drinking too much, he likes to teach others.
"Then hurry up!"
The store manager Wang Han waited until Zhou Yan came back and then left. The two waiters in the store were not here, so Zhou Yan simply fried two meat dishes, fried chicken, and braised pork ribs, and then served them with two cold dishes.
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There are a lot of liquors in the store, but most of them are stuffed in by wholesalers and can be returned if they can't be sold.
Zhou Zhenghe circled around the counter and was about to take the cheapest-looking glass bottle of "Niu Er" when he was stopped by Zhou Yan.
"You boy, you are so..."
As soon as the word "stingy" came to his lips, Zhou Zhenghe took it back because he saw his nephew take out two boxes of old Baifen from under the counter.
"Do you still sell this in your store?" Zhou Zhenghe's eyes widened, and his tone was a bit incredulous.
"How is that possible?" Zhou Yan handed the wine to Zhou Zhenghe, "This is what is left over from the customer's reception. There are six bottles in a box. They only drank two bottles and gave the rest to me!"
Zhou Zhenghe looked at the packaging of the bottle carefully: "Isn't this wine cheap?"
"Cheaper than Moutai..."
"Smelly boy!"
Zhou Zhenghe put down the box and wanted to put his hand on Zhou Yan's head for a little while.
"Don't mention it," Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, "This wine is said to be aged for fifteen years. There are six bottles in one box, one thousand in one box..."
