Chapter 173 Can’t Monks Eat Something Good?!

Tuesday, another day when I couldn't find Boss Lin's stall.

On Wednesday, the old customers could still hold back.

Those new customers who just saw the charm of Boss Lin's cooking skills couldn't hold back at all.

There are also tourists who come to Changzhong Temple to check in according to the online guide, and they always ask about the braised pork rolls.

In order to know the latest news about Boss Lin, the little monks in the temple secretly lurk in the major Boss Lin fan groups to get the news as soon as possible.

"Master, is the braised pork roll stall at the entrance of the temple closed?"

After a round of playing in the temple, the tourists who came from other places to check in did not find the Internet-famous braised pork rolls, so they asked the little monks at the entrance of the temple.

"Amitabha, I don't know either."

The little monk looked compassionate, and his expression was still normal.

The pain in his heart cannot be expressed!

He also wanted to know where Boss Lin went to set up his stall.

Every day at noon, he would stare at the outside of the temple.

They were both vegetarian dishes, but he didn't understand why the monks in the temple cooked them so badly!

"I didn't feel that way at first, but after eating the vegetarian rolls and then the food in the temple...can't monks eat something good!?"

The little monk curled his lips for a second, and he had a deep resentment towards the monks in the kitchen.

But in a flash, he couldn't help but feel that this was not good!

"Amitabha, I actually had a bad thought..."

He quickly whispered a Buddhist name.

He added another sentence in his mind!

"It's really delicious, where did the donor who set up the stall go?"

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On the other side, Wen Nan, who had already fallen in love with metaphysics, became interested in fortune-telling after praying to the gods and Buddhas for the past two days and failed to find Boss Lin.

After get off work today, he went to the park gate or under the overpass, where fortune-tellers are likely to appear, to look for Boss Lin's location.

There is no new news yet.

Wu Chang, who was responsible for looking for Boss Lin's news online, took his team to look for news on major platforms such as dy and Weibo.

But nothing was found.

Not only no news, but also bad news.

As he searched and found that many netizens in the same city were posting to find Boss Lin, Wu Chang inevitably felt anxious.

Originally, their strategy was to keep a low profile. Boss Lin didn't like to be famous. There were too many people, and it was unknown whether he would set up a stall.

But what's the use of just knowing this in their group?

Boss Lin's fame in the city has soared since last week, and he has even become a little famous on the Internet.

Especially the buddy who gave up becoming a monk because of eating braised pork rolls, and he even started a live broadcast, which made the popularity high.

Old diners who couldn't find any news began to suspect that Boss Lin didn't set up a stall this week because he saw that the popularity was too high and wanted to avoid it.

It was Thursday.

Dabao, who hadn't eaten big bones for many days, went out to the streets and alleys to find Boss Lin during the day, and drooled when he slept at night, and couldn't sleep well.

Even Gao Jiazhi was annoyed and didn't sleep well for several days.

Both eyes were hung with dark circles.

"Dabao, don't cry. We have run everywhere we can, but we still can't find Boss Lin. We can only rely on fate."

Looking at Dabao lying on the ground sobbing and crying.

Gao Jiazhi's mouth twitched twice.

"Woo woo~~"

Dabao pretended not to hear and immersed himself in his own sad world.

Seeing that comfort was useless, Gao Jiazhi helplessly lay on the sofa and watched videos.

Then he watched a missing person notice.

A flash of inspiration came to him, and he stared at the missing person notice, and his eyes lit up.

Then he opened the diners group and began to look through the photos in the group to see if he could find Boss Lin's photo, and then put up a missing person notice on the local TV station to see if he could find him.

"Dabao, wait, your dad has found a good way. If he can find Boss Lin, he will take you to a big meal."

"Hehe, I am really a genius!"

Gao Jiazhi excitedly saved the photos and searched online how to post a missing person notice on TV?

"Does the TV station need to go through reporters before publishing the missing person notice?"

"First, we need to confirm whether the missing person has lost contact or has been missing for 24 hours before we can go to the police station to report the case. After the police confirm the acceptance, we can find reporters to broadcast the missing person notice on TV?"

Looking at the information searched, Gao Jiazhi was dumbfounded.

Can't this missing person notice be posted for money?

He didn't even have the contact information of Boss Lin. Would it be feasible to report it?

After finally thinking of a way, Gao Jiazhi hesitated and struggled for a long time, but still couldn't bear to give up and wanted to try it.

He took the photo and Dabao to go to the police station for consultation. If it doesn't work, we will talk about it later.

Dabao thought he was going out to find Boss Lin, and he went out of the community and started looking for people skillfully.

"Don't run, I'll take you to ask the police uncle, if you have something to ask the police uncle, you know."

Dabao was dragged back, and then the man and the dog came to the nearby police station.

Gao Jiazhi felt a little guilty as it was his first time to come to such a serious place, but he wanted to find Boss Lin, so he took the photo of Lin Zhou feeding the dog and asked the police.

"Um, police officer, I want to ask, if I put an ad in the newspaper to find someone, what is the process?"

"Is anyone missing?"

The police officer on duty heard Gao Jiazhi's words and immediately asked seriously.

"I am the only brother who I don't keep in touch with very often, but he often goes out to set up a stall and sell snacks. Then I haven't found him setting up a stall for many days."

The policeman listened to Gao Jiazhi's description with a serious expression, and then asked.

"Do you have your brother's name, ID card, phone number, or photo? Or is there any information about who or where he can be found? Please be careful."

At most, Gao Jiazhi knew that Boss Lin's name was Lin Zhou.

If he had the other party's phone number, he wouldn't even think of posting a missing person notice.

It’s so quiet that no one answers a question!

"My name is Lin Zhou..."

Gao Jiazhi said his name and didn't dare to say anything.

Then the policeman on the other side also felt something was wrong.

The eyes looking at Gao Jiazhi were full of oppression.

"You have to think about it, this is the police station."

How could Gao Jiazhi withstand such pressure? He immediately told what happened and what he thought, just like pouring beans.

The policeman's expression became more and more speechless as he listened.

What's wrong with kids these days? In order to find a boss who doesn't have regular stalls, he even thought of posting a missing person notice.

"We can't accept your case in your case. People are free to set up stalls wherever and when they want to set up stalls. You can't bother them by publishing in the newspaper to find someone just because you can't find the stall owner... ..."

Gao Jiazhi was forced to die before his idea even started, and was left by the police uncle to do ideological work for a while.

The last person and a dog walked out of the police station dejectedly.

When they looked at each other, they were both so stupid that they cried.

Why did he think this method was good at the time!

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(chapter Five)