Chapter 650 Taking the Blame

"Have you read the newspaper?" The young man selling fried dumplings said excitedly to the woman selling pancakes and fruits.

"Look, Boss Yuan is a powerful thief. I saw it reported in several newspapers." The woman selling pancakes said as she quickly spread out the pancakes. Of course she was wearing a mask.

"Yes, Boss Yuan is really awesome." Even the girl buying pancakes on the side nodded in agreement.

"No, that Fujiwara's eyes have reached to the top of his head and he is very arrogant, but Boss Yuan can make him bow his head." The young man selling fried dumplings said with a proud look on his face.

"Of course little Japan is not as powerful as Boss Yuan. I heard that Boss Yuan's ancestor was an imperial chef." The woman selling pancakes said with certainty.

"What Royal Chef? My relative's nephew has a very good relationship with Chef Yuan's dog noodle soup. I received news that Chef Yuan is a born chef and can pick up a knife at the age of three." The girl waiting for the pancakes was mysterious Breaking the news.

"I also heard that Chef Yuan's ancestor's surname is Pao. Otherwise, we have long queues here every day. Of course, Boss Yuan is great. Who knows that little Japan?" Someone selling soy milk and fried dough sticks nearby answered.

"It would be great if I could try Boss Yuan's cooking sometime. After all, he is a genius chef, and he was treated like an emperor before." The young man selling fried dumplings looked at the door of Yuanzhou's shop with a longing look on his face.

"Come on, you either can't afford it or you can't bear to part with it. Boss Yuan's food is all good, but it's really a bit expensive." At this point, the woman selling pancakes laughed sarcastically.

"No, but I promised my son that when his grades come out, I will bring him to try Boss Yuan's egg fried rice." The middle-aged man selling fried rice cakes on the other side said with a smile.

"Then you are so willing." The woman selling pancakes immediately said with envy.

"When I get a girlfriend, I'll bring her here to try it too." The young man selling fried dumplings next to him also said seriously.

As a result, Yuan Zhou became a genius chef who could handle a knife at the age of three and chop vegetables at the age of five.

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling," a bicycle bell rang, and an urban management officer riding a bicycle came outside the small street.

At this time, the store's business hours were also over, and Mu Xiaoyun and Zhou Jia were sending off the last diners.

"Everyone's gone. We're doing an inspection today. Don't just push the cart away." The person who came was none other than Zhou Yu. He was riding his bicycle while calling the vendors to leave.

Zhou Yu chose the time well. He only spoke after the business was basically over, and he didn't have a tough attitude and chase people away as soon as they arrived.

This is almost Zhou Yu's habit. Either he doesn't come, or if he comes, he tries to finish his business before coming.

"Why are you checking again today? Thank you last time." The young man selling fried dumplings frowned, but said politely to Zhou Yu.

"It's okay, let's go." Zhou Yu shook his head indifferently.

"Today is not the weekend, so why check again?" the woman selling pancakes muttered.

"Isn't this because I know that Boss Yuan has opened a store and knows that you are coming? The boss said that he will be here in a moment. You should leave quickly." Zhou Yu shrugged, stopped his bicycle, and just looked at the small streets full of vendors.

"Oh, it's true. After three inspections a day, we haven't done much business yet." The vendor complained while cleaning up.

However, these hawkers packed up quickly and swiftly. They were obviously very familiar with it. This was not the first time.

"Okay, stop complaining and hurry up." Zhou Yu shouted.

Zhou Yu didn't come close to say anything, he just stayed for a while and then left on his bicycle.

All these things were witnessed by Mu Xiaoyun. She had a curious look on her face and just stood there, looking at the vendors.

Not long after Zhou Yu left, the vendor quickly left the street, and the street suddenly became empty.

"Boss, is that the new urban management officer?" Mu Xiaoyun asked curiously.

"Well, you came right after you left." Yuan Zhou said simply.

What he meant was that after Mu Xiaoyun left, the urban management officer began to manage this area.

"He's so strange,

He doesn't feel particularly gentle, and he doesn't look like a gentle person. Why secretly send the news to the vendors? Mu Xiaoyun asked, pointing to the empty street.

"Because there are many inspections." Yuan Zhou said without thinking.

Hearing this question, Yuanzhou suddenly remembered what happened last time

The situation is similar.

That time was also a temporary large-scale inspection. Zhou Yu quickly ran over on his bicycle to inform the vendors.

"Let's go, let's do a big inspection today, and collect all the news you just got for me quickly. Hurry up." Zhou Yu rode his bike around for a while and then said.

"This is the time to conduct a major inspection. You really know how to pick the right time." The pancake seller turned off the fire and quickly put away the food.

"Fortunately, it was this guy who informed us, otherwise we won't be able to save the stall, so we should leave quickly." The man selling soy milk and fried dough sticks nearby said quickly.

"That's right, thank you." The pancake seller shouted loudly.

"Okay, we're all just making ends meet." Zhou Yu said nonchalantly.

This is not the first time Zhou Yu has said this. On the first day he came to work, he told these vendors that it was okay to set up stalls and clean up the hygiene. If there was an inspection, he had to run faster for everyone's convenience.

This everyone naturally refers to himself and the small vendors themselves, so that his work can be completed without taking away the tools they rely on for a living.

At that time, Zhou Jia asked Zhou Yu why he didn't drive people away. After all, this was his job, wasn't it?

"It's not necessary. I'm just here to make a living. I'm just getting by. What are you doing here and there, let alone collecting the stalls? No one gave me money." Zhou Yu said nonchalantly while smoking.

From the tone of his voice, he would do it if he was paid.

"Then why do you work as an urban management officer?" Zhou Jia asked curiously.

"You have to make a living, and someone has to do the annoying work. Besides, if I had Boss Yuan's skills, I could open a restaurant and count money every day. Who would do this tiring and thankless job?" Zhou Yu said angrily. He glanced at Zhou Jia.

"Um, that's right." Zhou Jia was speechless for a moment.

Yuan Zhou heard this, but Yuan Zhou didn't say much.

"Okay, hurry up and pack up." Zhou Yu finished smoking, got on the car and left.

Closer to home, the large force came quickly this time.

Less than ten minutes after Zhou Yu left, three white urban management law enforcement vehicles drove in, and there were also many urban management officers who arrived.

It was after breakfast, and when the loudspeaker sounded, Yuan Zhou was sitting in the shop, reading a book.

What a coincidence, the fried dumpling stall not far from the front of Yuanzhou's shop is still standing there.

"What's going on? Whose stall is that? Take it away quickly." The captain sitting in the car immediately started shouting through the loudspeaker.

"Tap tap tap" Zhou Yu immediately trotted out and came directly to the door of Yuan Zhou's shop. Before Yuan Zhou could speak, he spoke first.

"Boss Yuan, I told you that your small stall cannot be placed outside the door. Move it into the store as soon as possible." Zhou Yu said in a serious tone, pointing to the fried dumpling stall.

"Oh, okay." Yuan Zhou was stunned for a moment, then followed Zhou Yu's gaze, understood, and nodded without blinking.

"Let's go, let's move it now." Zhou Yu led Yuan Zhou to the stall, quickly picked up one end and said.

"I got it." Yuan Zhou's expression was cold and he didn't say much from beginning to end. He took the other end and started to carry the fried dumpling stall.

"Boss Yuan also makes fried dumplings?" a city manager asked curiously.

"No, just do some research." Yuan Zhou said without looking back.

"Then why wasn't it placed in the store? It was placed here." Other urban management officials frowned and asked.

After all, Yuanzhou was running a business by occupying the road, so he would naturally ask.

"The store is small and can't fit it in." Yuan Zhou opened his eyes and lied.

"Then don't show it off next time. It's not allowed to occupy the road illegally, but since Chef Yuan just let it go this time, it won't be allowed next time."

The urban management team leader gave a few instructions and left with the large troops.

As a well-known chef in the province, Yuan Zhou can now make a fortune at some point.

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