Let me talk about the conclusion first: I, a divorced breakfast stall owner with a baby, was entangled by the most stubborn urban management director in the city, and he seemed to be... Chasing me? (Covering face)
Scene 1: He led a team to raid my stall.
I was so scared that my legs were weak and I was ready to accept the punishment.
As a result, his first sentence was: "The fried dough sticks are hot. Thirty sticks, pack them up."
All team members: "???"
Scene 2: My ex-husband brought people to make trouble, saying that I deserved to be targeted by the urban management.
I picked up the rolling pin and prepared to work hard.
As a result, he called: "Comrade Yang Yan, your "Civilized Demonstration Post" sign is ready. I will deliver it in person tomorrow."
Ex-husband (legs weak): "Civilization... What position?"
Scenario 3: My colleagues are jealous and report that my hygiene is not up to standard.
I thought I was dead now.
As a result, he led the Health Bureau to conduct a surprise inspection and sealed up all the stalls on the street for rectification. He only bypassed me and handed me a "Entrepreneurship Guidance Manual".
No, why does the Living King of Hell have such double standards? !
Later, he stood at the door of my new store, looked at my sign, and whispered: "Yang Yan, opening a good store is the best thank you to me."
I seem... To understand a little bit.
