The man repeatedly refused and also consistently declined to show proof of ticket purchase, finally arousing police suspicion.
As a result, the tone of the conversation beca much firr, insisting on taking the three of them back for questioning and then conducting a detailed investigation.
At that mont, four more police officers arrived.
Upon seeing the leader of the new group, the man's eyes started to dodge, and he quietly left his spot, preparing to turn around and run away.
With so many people at the train station, running would indeed be easier than on a busy street.
Consequently, it would also make it more challenging for the police to capture him.
"What's happening?" asked the four new officers.
After briefly listening to the situation, the leading officer who arrived later looked suspiciously at the man avoiding his gaze, and after a mont's pause, shouted, "Xia Guangming!"
The man was startled and instinctively responded.
"You know him?" the officer who explained the situation earlier asked in surprise.
"Of course! He's been active around here; how could I not know him?"
Once recognized, Xia Guangming imdiately turned his head and ran.
Eight police officers pursued him vigorously but quickly stopped in their tracks.
Because Xia Guangming was being carried back by a handso man, grabbed by the collar like a chick.
The police efficiently captured him.
This handso man was none other than Xiao Feng.
He briefly explained the situation, then contacted Gong Kaishan, made the necessary arrangents, and didn't waste any more ti on the paperwork.
The woman who lost her phone was stunned; she never expected such a twist, and the onlookers around her shared the sa expression.
"Seeing with your eyes doesn't guarantee the truth!"
These eight words were deeply imprinted in the hearts of most people present.
The woman, after being dumbfounded for a while, signaled the police to wait, hurriedly caught up with Tie Wa, and bowed, saying, "Sorry, it was my misunderstanding just now."
"Didn't I say you're blind as a bat?" Tie Wa, in his straightforward manner, expressed his true thoughts: "I'm a country person, but I don't have a bad heart. You should be more careful in the future!"
Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie laughed awkwardly. This way of speaking, only soone like Chen Li could handle it.
The woman, now embarrassed, said thank you twice more and left with the police.
...
After this interlude, the three found a stall at the corner to sit down.
"What would you like to eat?" The stall owner enthusiastically greeted them: "We have buns, fried dough sticks, sugar cakes, and for drinks, we have doumo, soy milk, eight-treasure porridge, and spicy soup."
"Three baskets of buns, two bowls of spicy soup, and one bowl of soy milk." After consulting with the two beside him, Xiao Feng said to the stall owner.
The items arrived quickly, along with a dish of pickles and a dipping sauce for the buns.
Tie Wa rubbed his hands and laughed, "Then I won't hold back."
With that, as if snatching, his two large hands reached into the stear, pulling out eight buns.
Placing the buns in front of him, Tie Wa pecked at them like a chick, his mouth moving continuously among eight fingers, and in less than half a minute, a basket of buns was gone.
This scene left not only Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie but also the people at other tables stunned.
Is this guy reincarnated from a starving ghost?
Tie Wa, however, paid no heed to the surrounding gazes, setting aside the empty stear and repeating his previous actions.
After two minutes, Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie exchanged glances.
Three baskets, totaling twenty-four buns, and the two of them hadn't even had one.
And by the looks of it, for Tie Wa, this was just the beginning?
Finally, after stopping to eat, Tie Wa noticed the peculiar looks from Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly, "I have a big appetite, is there any more left?"
"Boss, another three baskets of buns," Xiao Feng called out loudly.
The busy stall owner was sowhat surprised; these three were eating quite quickly.
But as a businessman, he was naturally happy for custors to eat more, so he replied, "Coming right up!"
Soon, the stall owner brought three more baskets to the table, settled the bill for the adjacent table, and went to the frying pan to prepare to fry more dough sticks.
Before the oil even heated, Xiao Feng shouted again, "Another three baskets of buns."
The stall owner had to put down his work and brought another three baskets over, asking with a smile, "To go?"
"No, to eat here," Xiao Feng motioned to place the baskets in front of Tie Wa.
"Okay," the stall owner agreed, a little confused. How could these three eat such hot buns so fast?
Rather puzzled, he simply stood by to watch how these three ate the buns.
Half a minute later, the stall owner was shocked!
Two minutes later, three more baskets of buns were gone.
"Another..."
Before Xiao Feng could finish, the stall owner stopped him and quietly asked, "The previous six baskets of buns were also finished by this gentleman alone?"
"That's right," Xiao Feng replied with a dark face.
Altogether, nine baskets of buns, and he hadn't had a single one. It's easy to imagine the frustration in his heart.
The stall owner's expression imdiately changed, quickly saying, "If sothing happens from eating too much, it's not my responsibility."
"Burp..."
A long burp escaped from Tie Wa's mouth.
He patted his belly, saying, "My mom always said it's not good to eat too much in the morning, just half full is fine."
With that, he began drinking the spicy soup.
The stall owner's mouth twitched uncontrollably; nine baskets of buns, eight per basket, eight tis nine is seventy-two.
Seventy-two buns, and this guy says... half full?
"Another three baskets of buns," Xiao Feng said to the stall owner.
As Tie Wa drank from the bowl and waved his hand, he said, "No need, Brother Xiao Feng, I'm pretty much done."
Xiao Feng tapped the table, "You're pretty much done, but Mr. Sun and I haven't even had a single bun skin."
"Oh." Tie Wa grinned foolishly, "Then you guys eat."
After seeing off Xiao Feng and the other two, the stall owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart filled with anxiety, fearing he might be held responsible if sothing happened.
A woman on an electric scooter approached, carrying a bag of flour. Seeing the stall owner in a daze, she couldn't help but scold, "Do you have no sha?"
"Huh?" The stall owner snapped back to reality. "What's wrong?"
"You're so enthralled with a young woman that you didn't even hear what I just said?"
"What young woman? Honey, I have sothing to tell you; don't be scared."
"Scared? Scared of what? Did you do sothing behind my back?"
"What are you talking about? Did you take the kid to school?"
"What?! We've even had a kid? You old wretch, I'm divorcing you!"
The stall owner was on the verge of a breakdown, thinking to himself, does she listen to people selectively?
However, before he could explain, pots and pans were already flying towards him.
The diners, seeing the commotion, quickly moved away; no one dared to intervene.
So clever ones quietly slipped away, getting a free breakfast.
Others, not caring about ten or twenty bucks and with so ti left before work, chose to stay and watch the drama unfold.
Tie Wa never would have thought that his appetite would lead to a marital spat.
And that battle ended with the police arriving and rescuing the stall owner, whose face was scratched all over.
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