"The people don't fight with officials? Hehe! Could it be that the old man doesn't look like an official?" the old man said with a smile.

The whole audience suddenly became silent.

Everyone really realized his reminder.

Just now, I thought that the old man might have been in the throne before. Maybe he was a famous uncle, but he never expected that he was also an official.

When connected in this way, it seems that the old man’s identity is not simple.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such confidence to directly bring people over to fight the urban management.

Liu Chu knew that it seemed that he would really have to accept the old man's love today.

He said helplessly: "Everyone is here, I'll go and cook rice for you now."

Hearing this, the old man hurriedly shouted to the guard behind him: "Hu Jun, pay quickly!"

These people simply walked over and said to Liu Chu:

"Come on, let's give you the money first! By the way, Lao Wang and I eat tomato and egg fried rice, but the others are still the same, sauerkraut fried rice!"

These migrant workers paid immediately, all of which were 100 or 500 yuan, and together they only cost dozens of yuan.

It happens to be the price of fried rice with Uncle Li eggs.

Liu Chu was about to reach out, but found that Hu Jun had already walked up and took out four thick stacks of paper money from a black leather bag.

"My trouble, sir, I have 12,000 yuan in fried rice with egg yesterday, and I have another two bowls today. There are 40,000 yuan in total. The extra 4,000 yuan is the only one you compensate for the table I broke yesterday."

Liu Chu was not pretentious and took the red banknotes over and threw them at the box where Uncle Li usually collected money.

However, this action immediately made the migrant worker brothers who did not know the truth stand on the spot.

They could hear clearly that fried rice with eggs worth 12,000 yuan!

Everyone stared at the pile of money. The change they had in their hands was not good enough to hand over it, nor was it good enough to take it back.

A young man swallowed his saliva and said to his brother:

"Brother, did I hear it a little bit just now? He said 12,000 yuan a bowl of fried rice?!"

It's too exaggerated to only eat fried rice once after moving bricks for a few months.

Seeing these stupid migrant workers, Liu Chu said with a smile:

"Egg fried rice costs eight yuan per bowl, are you still eating it?"

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Everyone was stunned, not sure what was going on?

Is there any difference between this fried rice and egg fried rice?

Is it a special fried rice made of eggs worth 12,000 yuan?

This time the youngest young man was the most courageous and handed the money to Liu Chu directly.

Liu Chu didn't hesitate, and took it directly, and said with a smile:

"Go there and wait a little bit, it'll be fine soon. You can pay after you finish eating."
Chapter completed!