Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 32 Char Company

Are the holes in the target not too small?

After hearing the female police officer's question, the administrator responsible for changing the target couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Does it mean that the boy just now was not only fooled, but also fooled more than once?

Unbelievingly, he picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and glanced at the target. The administrator's eyes suddenly widened, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Over-range shooting, six shots on target?

That young man shot a five-hundred-meter ultra-range target, and he only shot a little over twenty shots in total, right? Can he actually achieve a hit rate close to one-third?

This... the police department is not a military department that specializes in playing with guns. When it comes to fighting, it may not be much different. There are very few people who can hit guns so accurately.

There are more than 30,000 police officers in all the police stations in the capital. Those who can shoot ultra-range targets and guarantee a certain hit rate may not even be able to count them! Really...how old is that young man just now? Could it be possible that he really started touching guns from his mother's womb?

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Seeing the expression on her face changing again and again, as if she noticed that Teddy was pressing down on the administrator like a Tibetan mastiff, the female police officer couldn't help but frowned deeply, and then explained:

"Don't be nervous. I just saw the target the man was shooting and asked casually. I didn't mean to cause trouble for him.

Although it's not good to practice such dangerous things, as long as he doesn't use it when performing tasks, then I don't care! "

"Huh? Oh!"

The shooting range administrator, who barely heard what the female police officer was saying, recovered from the shock, remembered the previous conversation between himself and his colleagues, and his dark face turned red instantly.

If someone dares to ask for a 500-meter target, then he is really confident that he can hit it. However, seeing that he is young, the two of them first tried to persuade him to change to a half-range target, and later they didn't even bother to look at the target. Look, I just concluded that he couldn't hit even a single shot. Now that I think about it, it's really embarrassing.

After hemming and hawing for a few words, the administrator with a shameful face left hand in hand and ran back dejectedly to change the target. The female police officer took advantage of this time to look back and check the target at the entrance of the shooting range. Registration form.

"The last person...Lion...Lion Lane?"

Seeing that familiar surname, the policewoman's brows, which were already furrowed, couldn't help but raise a delicate little "Chuan" character.

Ryan...Why is he from the Lionheart Duke's family again?

…

In the early morning of the next day, the hard-working migrant worker Leon once again walked on his way to work accompanied by the cold wind of late autumn.

It wasn't that Leon had to think of it so early, but it was almost five or six kilometers from the Veterans Alley where his family lived to the municipal office area where the Cleanup Bureau was located. It would take almost an hour to walk there on two legs. When I was young, I naturally had no choice but to get up from bed early.

As for why you don't take public transportation such as trams or steam carriages... I can only say that although public transportation is "public" in name, the extremely high toll of one copper wheel for every three kilometers has directly ruled out Wang. More than 50% of the city’s residents have the right to ride.

After joining the Cleanup Bureau, Leon, although his annual income was more than 60,000 yuan, he could not afford this thing, but the "Gotte" cigarettes he bought for Black Goat were too expensive, with one pack costing three yuan. Not to mention that he spent two gold wheels of field subsidy, and almost all the money in his hand.

Although it is hard to walk for an hour in the cold wind, compared with the hard work of having no money in your pocket, the former is obviously happier, and going to work on your legs does not seem to be completely useless... at least you can still drink Have a cup of hot coffee.

"Boss, a cup of strong coffee and two slices of bread."

Leon, who huddled to avoid the cold wind, skillfully got into the tent of the coffee stall, carefully took off the scarf around his neck, and found a seat closest to the stove to sit down. After nodding to Lyon, a "regular customer", the owner of the coffee stall tightened his apron on the surface, but secretly pulled out the warming drawer containing the ham slices to let out the aroma of the meat inside. Then he asked with a smile:

"Okay~ Where's the butter? Do you want to add ham slices?"

“…”

Looking at the smiling face of the coffee stall profiteer, Leon couldn't help but hesitate.

If you just want coffee without butter, you can finish your breakfast with half a copper wheel. If you add butter, you will need a copper wheel. If you add ham slices, you will have to pay another copper wheel.

And when I took a car from home to the cleanup bureau, the total fare was only two copper wheels. If I brushed it with butter and added ham, then I would have traveled five kilometers in vain.

but…

Smelling the warm and sweet aroma of butter in the air, and the arresting aroma of fat as the fat of the ham slices sizzled and melted under the high temperature, the word "no" suddenly became lazy. She stood up and refused to crawl out of his lips.

"In this way, today is not as cold as yesterday, and there are not many customers. I fried more ham slices, so they may not be sold out..."

Seemingly seeing through Leon's struggle, the honest-looking profiteer boss smiled and suggested:

"How about...if you add ham slices today, I'll charge you half a copper wheel less, which is considered as a preferential price for old customers. You can also take care of my business, how about it?"

“…”

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"Add! Brush the butter thicker!"

After all, he couldn't resist the temptation of fat. Leon touched his shriveled wallet, looked at his thin arms, gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

There are still three days until the payday of the Cleanup Bureau. If I spend the money to treat the red-haired director to a drink, I estimate that I can still get seven or eight gold wheels into my account, so I won't be short of these two copper wheels!

Also, after getting the new anomaly that the director returned today, I have to go to the water power company to investigate. I probably won’t be able to use the free canteen of the police department at noon. If I don’t eat something good in the morning, how can I have it? Physically running in the field?

"Okay~"

After nodding in response with a smile, the profiteer boss took out the few remaining ham slices, poured some homemade sauce on them with his hands and feet, and spread them on the stone slab above the charcoal stove together with the bread. Leon, who had been used to being thrifty for several years, felt a dull pain in his heart.

In order to make himself feel better, Leon had no choice but to raise his head, not looking at the two heating "copper wheels" on the stone slab, and started chatting with the boss without anything to say.

"Boss, what's your name?"

"Char, the Char from Char's Department Store."

Those who can work at a small stall outside will naturally not be afraid of society. The profiteer boss responded with a smile:

"Guest, don't use honorifics. Just call me Old Charles."

Char's Department Store...Char's Company?

Isn’t this name the **** water company that pours excrement into public water pipes?

(End of chapter)