Yuzhou, Chenxi Street.
The three of them stood in front of a tightly closed shop door, stupefied. It was not even ten o'clock at night, yet the door was closed.
Chai Wei angrily said: "Make a call, call the boss now!"
Qiang Li immediately took out his phone and dialed the boss. The call was quickly connected.
Fuming over the fruitless trip, Qiang Li angrily questioned: "Boss, didn't you say you usually close at 10?"
A man's voice echoed from the speaker: "Yes, I usually close at 10, but today the situation is special. Look at the weather, it's clearly about to rain!"
"Of course, I'm closing early!" The boss sounded very perceptive.
Qiang Li questioned again: "Then why didn't you say so when I called earlier? You made me come here for nothing!"
Boss: "I told you I usually close at ten, and you didn't ask specifically about today."
Suppressing his anger, Qiang Li hung up the phone.
Now, not only did Chai Wei want to bring the boss to justice, but Qiang Li did too.
