I'm not a theatre god

After hearing this, Chen Ling finally understood the cause and effect and nodded slightly.

"Sir Chen Ling." Boss Li glanced around, took out a small bag of oil paper from the cabinet, and handed it to Chen Ling, "This is a little bit of the shop's appreciation... Keep it. If you want to eat cake in the future, let me know. Just give me a shout and I’ll take you home personally.”

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, opened the oil paper, and two silver coins still stained with butter fell into her palms.

His brows suddenly wrinkled.

Seeing Chen Ling frowning, Boss Li, who was observing his words, felt a thump in his heart, and immediately said, "Sir Chen Ling, this month there has been heavy rain, heavy snow, and disasters. My store really hasn't made much money... Next month, definitely a little more next month.”

Looking at the two silver coins in his hand, Chen Ling seemed to know what the residents of Hanshuang Street were whispering just now...

Just as Chen Ling was about to speak, several more figures walked out of the surrounding shops.

"Sir Chen Ling, I work at the tailor shop across the street, just call me Xiao Xu..."

"Sir Chen Ling, do you still remember me? I repaired the water pipes for your house before. My hardware store is next door. This is a little thought of mine..."

"Chief Chen Ling is so handsome... Come and sit in our store if you have time? There are many pretty girls in our store..."

"..."

Seemingly seeing Boss Li of the cake shop take the lead, other shop owners followed suit. All of them were smiling, holding oil paper in their hands, and handed it to Chen Ling...

Judging from the weight, these bosses should have discussed it before he came. Each store would give two silver coins.

Except for the middle-aged woman who asked Chen Ling to come and sit in their store, she stuffed five coins in one breath and gave him a look that said, "I understand."

In just ten seconds, Chen Ling already had nearly twenty silver coins in hand...

If converted to before the catastrophe, it would have been 5,000 yuan, and this was just when he entered the streets.

At this moment, Chen Ling suddenly understood why a law enforcement officer like Ma Zhong could buy such a luxurious house in District 2. If an ordinary law enforcement officer could use his position to bring such benefits in such an open and honest manner, then Ma Zhong would As a law enforcement officer in District 3, how terrible will the benefits be?

What's more, his property also involves black areas like Bingquan Street.

Judging from the reactions of the residents of Frost Street, this kind of thing seems to be very common in the Aurora Realm...

"Sorry, I won't accept it." Chen Ling shook her head.

Upon hearing these five words, everyone's faces turned pale. After looking at each other, they spoke cautiously:

"Then, what do you mean..."

"It's not interesting, I just won't accept it."

Chen Ling put everyone's money directly on the cake counter, walked out, and continued walking to the other end of Hanshuang Street.

The faces of many bosses became more and more ugly. They gritted their teeth, took out a few more silver coins from their arms, stuffed them into their own oil paper, and then hurriedly chased after them.

"Sir Chen Ling, our revenue this month is indeed not good. Please show mercy and let us go for a month..."

"Yes, sir Chen Ling, we are all neighbors on the same street. Please be accommodating!"

"If you don't accept the money, we won't be practical... If other law enforcement officers come over, we, we won't have anyone to protect us..."

The voices of the few people speaking became softer and softer, but Chen Ling's heart became clearer and brighter.

What they gave was not only money, but also another form of protection fee... They wanted to continue doing it in the third district, and it was impossible without someone to protect them. And if they didn't accept their money, they would be even more unsure. .

They felt that Chen Ling's refusal was purely because the money offered was too little.

It doesn't matter if you accept it, it doesn't mean if you don't accept it... Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, and an idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

"You are using this to test cadres?" he said coldly.

As soon as this sentence came out, the other bosses were immediately stunned.

"I, we... then, how much do you want, please tell me the number first..."

"I, Chen Ling, have never been interested in money."

"Then tell me what you like, and we will prepare it immediately!"

Chen Ling slowly took out a peach from the convenience bag and handed it to Boss Li, "I want this exact same peach... bring a cart first."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Ling turned around and left.

If these bosses were smart, they would have asked where they bought the peaches. It would not be difficult to find the old woman selling peaches on the next street... In this way, they not only paid the old woman, but also gave themselves peaches, and got Peace of mind...

Well, this plan works perfectly.

Chen Ling thought of this.

As his figure gradually faded away, the eyes of all the bosses fell on Boss Li's hands...

Two of them had weak legs and fell to their knees with a plop.

"He... he he he... he said, let us give him this kind of 'peaches'?" The hardware store owner was a tough guy who was 1.8 meters tall. His lips were so frightened that he turned purple at this moment.

"He...calls this a peach!?"

At this moment, in the hands of Boss Li.

A bright red heart slowly stopped beating...

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[Audience Expectation Value +2]

Chen Ling was stunned when she saw this line of words appearing on the snow.

Why is it so good that the audience's expectations have increased again?

Chen Ling frowned slightly and reviewed everything she had just done. She still couldn't find any point that raised her expectations... Could it be that the audience was causing trouble again?

Chen Ling thought suspiciously as she continued to go deeper into Hanshuang Street. More and more shop owners came forward to establish a good relationship. Chen Ling gave away the peaches in the bag and told them to only accept this, and then Turn around and leave.

The effect of giving away peaches seems to be better than Chen Ling imagined. Every time after sending it out, the bosses stopped chasing after them and probably went to find a place to buy peaches.

[Audience Expectation Value +2]

[Audience Expectation Value +2]

[Audience expectations...]

Seeing more and more expectations rising, Chen Ling frowned more and more. He seemed to have noticed something and looked down at the bag in his hand.

The only remaining peach lies in it, smooth and tender, and full of fragrance.

Chen Ling picked up the peach and looked at it for a while, but couldn't find anything wrong with it.

So cautiously, he took a bite.

Mmm, sweet.

At the same time, across the street, in a house that was peeking at Chen Ling through the window, the hostess rolled her eyes and was so frightened that she fainted on the spot.

Chen Ling finished the peach in two bites. By now, Hanshuang Street was almost gone. Seeing that it was getting late, he walked straight to the alleyway of his home.

When he returned home, he found that the metal roller shutters of Zhao's breakfast shop diagonally across the street had been drawn down, and he was slightly surprised. Logically speaking, even if Uncle Zhao was not open at this time, he would still have the door open to prepare ingredients for tomorrow...

Chen Ling didn't think much and went home directly, changed out of her black and red uniform, and sat on the eaves in front of her house.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked at the deserted streets and fell into deep thought...

Why hasn't anyone come to deliver peaches yet?