Chapter 747

After getting on the bus, Selena asked Luke to go around to the pastry shop first, and she would pay for today's snacks and pastries.

Nugget nodded with satisfaction and spoke highly of her consciousness.

Luke pulled out the phone and said, "I'll ask Lucy if their store is open today."

After last night's earthquake, there must be many shops affected today, which may not open.

After a few words, he hung up and stepped on the gas pedal: "the good news is that they are still open today."

Selena knew that there was something else in the back, and she said: "the bad news is..."

"Their shop is full of business today. If we go later, we can only buy flour and sugar from the shop and go home to do it ourselves." Luke laughed bitterly.

When the identity of the ghost butcher ceased, his cooking time plummeted, not to mention those pastries that took too much time and effort.

But today is to reward gold, his ordinary pastry can't be used as reward.

Lucy is one of the saleswomen in the pastry shop where they go most often.

The price of this pastry shop is relatively high. Usually, the business is not hot, and there is little need for a long line.

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

The Nuggets began to ring.

It's also in its mouth. It's very clear about the level gap between this shop and the ordinary pastry shop.

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

Luke laughed and said, "OK. Lucy kept a complete tiramisu for us in the back kitchen, and she guessed we might need it today. "

Selena curled her lips. "Oh, even that can help you think about it. How many times has she given you a cell phone number? "

Luke smiled and said, "just the second time we went, I got her mobile number. Did you forget it? That time we bought more than 100 cakes in the shop, and then we became her big client. "

Selena was dumb.

As soon as he said it, she remembered.

Even when Luke is on a business trip, she also uses Luke's VIP client to go to the pastry shop. Lucy is equally enthusiastic about her.

Who makes the purchasing power of the three big stomach kings of Luke amazing? Every month, Lucy's sales are completed ahead of schedule, and she gets a lot of bonus.

Of course, Luke wasn't stupid enough to tell Selena that Lucy called several times in private and asked him out for a drink and coffee in the evening.

It's mainly because he's very busy at night. He's not free to flirt.

Driving to the pastry shop, Luke frowned.

Selena also looked strangely at the bakery not far away, where there was a lot of noise and many people were running out.

But they didn't run fast, and they didn't look like they were particularly afraid. Many people were still jogging and looking back.

Many people even ran across the street, stretched their necks and began to watch.

Luke and I looked at each other.

"God forbid our tiramisu." Selena is a little worried. She made some delicious dog's head cakes, but she is afraid that she will be ridiculed for a long time.

Luke: Although I'd like to comfort you that I won't, it's quite possible

"Weeping." The nugget is a little nervous, but it's a fair reward, recognized by the Lord.

If it's gone, it's not blind to the idea it racked its brains to come up with yesterday!

Luke: "OK, I guarantee that today's food will not fail. This one doesn't buy the top hamburger in N out at noon."

With that, he pushed the door out and walked quickly to the pastry shop.

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

They held up the placard in their hands and said something in their mouths.

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

But the other party looks angry and roars: "you rich people, you eat oil, but you don't want to help the society, you are all vampires."

Luke silently took out his badge and put it on, pushed away the group and walked into the shop.

The pushed man opened his mouth to scold, but when he saw Luke's badge on his chest, he shut up again.

Luke's movement was very fast. He came to the shop a few times and took pictures of the two people who were shouting at Lucy.

"For what?" The man and woman turned their heads discontentedly, and saw Luke with a police badge standing behind them, choking at once.

Luke: LAPD, what's wrong here

Lucy had a surprise look in her eyes: "Luke, are you here?"

Men and women listen, immediately alert up: "you are a group?"

Luke looked at the two people with idiotic eyes: "I'm a customer here. Are you still with golden arch and in N out?"

Again, the two said nothing.

Luke: "OK, now I'm going to ask. Excuse me, did these two clerks do anything wrong? Is it the wrong change or the wrong cake? "Men and women look at each other, or women say, "they refuse to provide us with food."

Luke looks at Lucy.

Lucy was familiar with him. She said, "no, no, they want us to give them the pastries free of charge, but we didn't receive the notice of free supply. We informed the boss, but she couldn't make it..."

Luke probably understood.

This pastry shop is on the high-end boutique line. The store is not very large and there are not many customers.

There are two saleswomen in the store, and there is no store manager.

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

Luke raised his hand: "I see. That is to say, these two people are protesting here because you didn't give them the store's belongings in vain? "

When men and women heard this, they cried angrily, "we are affected by the disaster. We need help."

Luke's face was calm: "is this a welfare institution? Or is it a free food stamp for Church Aid? "

Looking at the two silent men and women, he continued: "the supply of this pastry shop is not much every day, it's good to be able to eat a meal for 300 people. If you want to feed the affected people in Los Angeles, you can go to those fast food restaurants to protest. Each of them has 2000 fast food products in store. So why are you here? "

"You, you rich man's dog!" The woman screamed, "it's you who are helping these rich people crush 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 on the side hurriedly helped.

Luke laughed, took out a pen from his pocket, pulled a piece of advertising paper from the pastry shop, wrote down several numbers on it quickly, and handed them to the two people: "this is the complaint phone number of the Interior Department of LAPD, the complaint phone number of the Interior Department of the West District branch, and the hotline number of the police chief of LAPD. If you have any evidence, you can directly complain to them. "