The mayor is now recruited casually, and manpower is tight? ”

Leng Mo turned his gaze to Nangong Yu and Gongsun Meng.

"Wait, you just scanned it, how do you know that the mayor is not from our seven families?" Nangong Yu's heart was full of doubts.

"That's right, even if it's not from our two families, it's always possible for the other five families." Gongsun Meng also questioned.

"Or, do you count?" Yang Caiqing smiled and did not answer positively.

"Oh, I see."

Nangong Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, flashing the filtered integration information, and she also roughly understood that the mayor was not from the seven major families.

"You know that, too?"

Gongsun Meng gritted her teeth, only if she had to calculate, could she guess?

God is so unfair.

"It's a three-dimensional picture."

Leng Mo also understood in an instant, he looked at the building of the city hall and found that the building did not have any family crests of the seven major families installed on it, let alone the flag of the super alliance.

"I see, but all the flags are gone, but why would the top of our Seven Great Families be willing to give up the city and hand it over to those small and medium-sized families to manage?" Gongsun Meng wondered again.

"It doesn't matter, buy a few cars and leave first, and then we'll meet in Black and White City in two weeks." Nangong Yu is too lazy to care too much, after all, this is the human world, and there will be no weird organizations or forces.

"There are a few areas that are blind spots for scanning, we just came here, we don't mess with it if we can, don't get close to these places." Yang Caiqing nodded at more than a dozen locations in the city, shrouding them in a red light mist.

After studying in detail, everyone moved in batches and arrived at a place where they could buy a car.

Potsticker car dealers.

A delicious pot sticker is the signboard of this car dealership, which is a small and medium-sized factory showroom, Leng Mo just walked over, and saw the ventilation port of the car dealership building, bursts of smoke.

As soon as his heart tightened, he immediately rushed forward, but he couldn't cry or laugh when he saw the truth.

The owner of the car dealership, whose business is dismal, has laid off most of his employees and sits alone in front of the barbecue.

Yes, he looks like he's roasting.

"No, it's supposed to be roasted vegetables, because the human world can't provide meat."

Leng Mo adjusted his mood and walked over to ask.

I saw the boss, with nervous eyes, looking at the potstickers on the grill!

He hurriedly picked up the fan and waved it, sweeping away the black smoke, revealing the whole row of swarthy, delicately shaped charcoal black potstickers, and then quickly took the clip and put it on the plate.

There were a total of thirty black potstickers on the plate, and the boss picked up the plate and walked over with a smile and handed it to Leng Mo and said, "Oh, you are the first guest I have met in the past three months, why don't you taste my craftsmanship?" ”

"The boss is too polite, no need." Leng Mo glanced at it, completely lost his appetite, and was very embarrassed.

"If you don't need to, I'll eat it all, this is my special potsticker with black shiitake mushroom and leek, and I haven't had a chance to taste it yet." The boss suddenly grabbed the fire and baked the potstickers with his hands very unceremoniously, and the black and shiny potstickers were uncomfortable to watch.

In the blink of an eye, the boss swallowed thirty pills, and there was not a single one left.

Eat satisfied, lick your lips and lick your hands, and look at Leng Mo with smug eyes, as if laughing at him for not knowing how to taste delicious, not every guest who buys a car can enjoy Rusi's delicious potstickers.

Leng Mo felt quite uncomfortable in his heart, seeing humans eating burnt food was the sadness of being a chef.

"Why does the boss want a hot potsticker?" Leng Mo decided not to ask the car first.

"The chefs are gone, and all that is left in the entire Fried Dumpling City is nothingness, there is nothing delicious at all, and none of our residents can cook, of course, the city lord's family is an exception, of course they have full-time chefs." The excitement of the owner of the car dealership has completely disappeared, and it has been replaced by a helpless and hopeless look.

"So boss, you go find the ingredients yourself, and then imitate the chef and cook them?" Leng Mo asked again.

"That's right, that's how all chefs come here." The owner of the car dealership said with a smile, the fat on his body kept shaking, obviously not affected by the closure of the restaurants.

"But I want to ask, the chefs of Fried Dumpling City, the restaurants in the past of Fried Dumpling City, the dishes made by the dishes are all burned black and burnt?" Leng Mo thinks that the person in front of him can solve his doubts.

The owner of the car dealership shook his head and said, "Of course not, the food they make is delicious." ”

"In that case, why do you eat burnt?" Leng Mo was even more puzzled.

"It's a simple thing, isn't it?" The fat boss looked at Leng Mo with sneering eyes.

"Oh?" Leng Mo had to respond.

"The vegetables should be cooked, who should eat raw?" The boss puffed out his beer belly and replied.

At this point in the conversation, the owner of the car dealership already thought that the kid in front of him actually just wanted to beg for food.

The charred black potstickers just now have been eaten, and the other party didn't eat them, so he asked a bunch of nonsense to delay time and make friends, but he is not the owner of other ordinary stores, and he is not willing to look at the car and buy a car, he will not answer any more words.

He wouldn't even give him a glass of water.

"It's okay to eat it cooked, but don't you feel strange when you eat burnt food?" Leng Mo asked again.

But I saw the boss say expressionlessly: "You kid is here to buy a car?" ”

"yes, just browsed for a few seconds, I want that beige sports car, how much does it cost?" Leng Mo then remembered that he was here to buy a car, so he immediately returned to the topic.

"Young man, you have such a good eye, that sports car is a commemorative model, worth 500,000 food coins." The car dealer's eyes flashed, and he was about to be cheated for money.

"Outside the city, you can find a chef to handle the ingredients once, and the price is 10,000 food coins, and your car is worth fifty times of cooking?"

It's not that Leng Mo hasn't inquired about the price, but the beige sports car, which is at least five years old, is not worth the price at all.

In particular, prices have plummeted in recent months, and cars have become cheap and unsalable.

At most, 100,000, no more.

"It's not worth it." The boss of the car dealership trembled, he didn't expect that this young man from other places would actually investigate the price in advance, and it seemed that this transaction was not profitable.

Leng Mo stretched out his hand and compared to seven and said, "Seventy thousand, I want that beige sports car." ”

Hearing this kind of bargaining, the owner of the car dealership said with a rather ugly face: "I just had this plate of potstickers, and it is more than 70,000 yuan." ”

"The price of special ingredients is expensive now, of course, not only 70,000, as far as I know, the current market price of black mushrooms is 80,000 yuan per catty, and the market price of leeks is 30,000 yuan per catty. Leng Mo was glad that Yang Caiqing had prepared the information in advance, otherwise he would have been trapped.

"Boy, the car dealership is doing very bad business now, and I want to buy a car for 70,000 yuan, but there is no way."

The owner of the car dealership was terrified, this kid was inevitably too professional, and the price was investigated, which was terrible.

"Seventy-five thousand!"

"Impossible."

"Eighty thousand!"

"If you want to be beautiful, it's limited."

"Eighty-five thousand, no more."

"Too low."

"Ninety thousand, I'm already bleeding heavily, and it's hard to make money now."

"It's hard to make money, but it's even harder to eat a good meal, 90,000 is too low."

"Limit, 100,000!"

"Deal!"

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