Food Intelligence King

Chapter 79 Nothing can be done more than three times
It didn't matter if he didn't know this information, but after learning about the diners' behavior, Chen Zhou did start observing the customers in the store, intentionally or unintentionally.

Many of them are regular customers, or even neighbors from the same community.

Everyone's rushing to finish breakfast and get to work.

Chen Zhou found it difficult to suspect them.

There were a few elderly men and women paying in cash.

When Wang goes out to eat, he will probably have to pay in cash.

But the elderly people working in the shop didn't know how to use a mobile phone, so how could they be involved in telecom fraud? Chen Zhou felt that they weren't even among Wang's target group.

Of all the people I met today, the only one who looked like a fugitive was Old Zhang, who delivered meat this morning.

This is not a matter of prejudice based on appearance.

It was Lao Zhang himself who told Chen Zhou that a few times when he went out with his friends, Comrade Hat would keep them behind to check their ID cards before they left.

Old Zhang was quite smug when he was bragging after drinking.

However, this guy can't even support his own daughter, so he's now running a reliable business.

Chen Zhou naturally wouldn't suspect him.

By ten o'clock, fewer customers were coming and going, and Chen Zhou finally had a moment to relax and breathed a sigh of relief.

He sat down and began searching for news reports about the capture of fugitive criminals.

As I looked at it, I couldn't help but slap the table.

“This is not the kind of work I should be doing.”

The junior sister is washing dishes in the kitchen.

She quickly asked, "Is there anything else, senior brother?"

Chen Zhou looked at his junior colleague who was working diligently and remembered the market news that had just been updated. This intelligence was actually very important to her.

"I was just thinking of buying a dishwasher, so you won't have to wash things by hand anymore."

"That's great!" the junior sister said happily, then added with a hint of worry, "Senior brother, you won't want to switch to machine waiters next time, will you?"

Chen Zhou told her to put her mind at ease:
"But you need to think about whether our store's social security can be paid by the end of this month. I'll leave this to you."

"Leave it to me, don't worry."

My junior colleague used to work in human resources, and she was the one who handled Chen Zhou's resignation, so I trust her quite a bit.

Good steel should be used on the blade.

My junior sister is a real talent.

As the two were talking, the neighbors from the shops on the ground floor also came over to buy steamed buns.

It was Old Meng from the tobacco and liquor store, and Tony from the barbershop.

Although they had the advantage of being close to the source, they knew better than anyone that there would be long queues during the morning and noon rush hours, so they chose to come during this less busy time.

Tony likes to gossip and such.

Listening to Chen Zhou's short video of the fugitive, he began to daydream:

"I saw a 20 yuan bounty for him the other day. If we catch him, we'll be rich."

Chen Zhou had actually browsed some news articles about bounties earlier.

He couldn't help but try to dissuade Tony:

"Don't be impulsive. Some of the high-value cases are major crimes, and none of the criminals are innocent. We ordinary people should prioritize safety and act within our means."

Old Meng, the owner of the tobacco and liquor store, shared the same idea, and he patted Tony on the shoulder.

"With your skinny arms and legs, you shouldn't get involved in this. The police aren't just sitting around doing nothing."

Tony was wearing a neat black shirt. He rolled up his sleeves, glanced at himself, and seemed quite self-aware.

"That's true."

I chatted with two neighbors for a few minutes.

Chen Zhou readjusted his mindset.

He's just a small restaurant owner; it would be best if he could make some contribution within his capacity.

If this really happens—Wang Moumou eats a nice meal of steamed buns, then repents and turns himself in.

Chen Zhou thought it was good too.

Let's just be cliché. This kind of thing has made the news before.

After the two neighbors left, people started coming into the shop.

Chen Zhou returned to the kitchen to get busy. However, things didn't turn out quite as he had imagined.

A customer had just entered the store when he was sandwiched between two other customers inside.

There were no obvious signs, but having read the intelligence, Chen Zhou found it hard not to guess that they were police officers or criminals.

The two men on the left and right were probably police officers. They whispered, "Police," and "Don't move."

This confirmed Chen Zhou's judgment.

So, the one sandwiched in the middle must be Wang Moumou.

He didn't resist, so there was no commotion in the shop.

But Wang really did want to eat the steamed buns at the shop, just as the intelligence report said.

He looked at Chen Zhou:
"Boss, could you pack me a serving of steamed buns to eat on the way?"

Chen Zhou nodded: "Sure."

Upon hearing this, Wang was overjoyed. He handed his hands to the police officer beside him and began ordering his food.
"Ten pork buns, I remember that's your signature dish."

Chen Zhou frowned and said:
"Why don't you talk to the police officer first and see if they'll let you eat the steamed buns?"

The plainclothes officer tugged at Wang's arm and became serious:
"Don't waste time here, let's go."

As they spoke, they took Wang Moumou away.

At this point, a commotion broke out among the crowd inside the store.

The whole process only took a few minutes, and people were either focused on eating or scrolling through their phones while waiting in line.

So I don't know exactly what happened.

Did you just hear someone shout "police"?

"I thought you wanted some kind of tea. You're just having tea with steamed buns?"

Aunt Zheng, who had previously taught Chen Zhou how to make soup dumplings, happened to be at the shop with her grandson, and she said to him:

"See, you can't use your phone while walking, or you'll get arrested."

Many customers have similar questions.

They were busy asking each other what had happened.

Upon seeing this, Officer Jia handed Wang over to his colleagues outside and then returned to restore order.

Show your identification to reassure customers.

The customers in the shop quickly calmed down and treated it as just watching a spectacle.

Of course, I didn't really understand what was going on.

Before leaving, Officer A didn't forget to compliment the shop owner: "The steamed buns were delicious."

"You've worked hard, please come again when you have time," Chen Zhou said politely. "I'll take a whole basket to go!"

This time, Chen Zhou was sincere.

But the other party quickly waved his hand and left in a hurry.

at the same time,

Outside the store, on a seemingly ordinary civilian SUV.

Another officer, Officer B, who was in charge of the arrest, was sharing the steamed buns he had eaten while staking out the location with his colleagues.

The team members responsible for driving and providing support inevitably felt some regret:

"You've made my mouth water, so I'll go next time."

Wang couldn't help but interject:
"Their steamed buns are impeccable. The ingredients are high-quality, and the taste is great. I've been having someone bring them back for me the past few days, and I was looking for a hot meal today when I unexpectedly ran into you guys. Can I say I'm turning myself in?"

"You talk a lot, huh!"

Officer B glanced at him sideways.

Wang immediately became obedient.

At that moment, Officer Jia, who had been maintaining order in the store, returned.

He got into the car, and together with another colleague, B, they sandwiched Wang Moumou between them.

Today's arrest operation went smoothly, and Baozi was pleasantly surprised. He shared his thoughts with the team member in front of him:

"The steamed buns I just ate were good; they were made with quality ingredients and tasted great."

The driver in front flicked three fingers backward:
"That's three times."

(End of this chapter)