There weren't many customers who bought the new high-end cakes at the fast food restaurant, but there were all kinds of them.
Apart from the fact that it was suspicious that they would buy twenty to thirty cakes at once, there was nothing else to say.
There was no evidence to support Carolyn's suspicions that Luke was selling the cakes to Max.
Of course, Luke wouldn't say that he could slack off, and that he bought the cakes directly for the charity foundation in Clinton.
There were only a few kittens in the foundation, and they only hired a few local girls from the Clinton area to do community service.
But if Luke needed anything, all he had to do was make a call, and they, who were part-time social workers, could pull hundreds of residents of Clinton to buy cakes 365 days a year.
The buyers could take one for themselves, and the rest would be sent to Foggy and Matt's office, the home improvement company, and the social workers' food distribution points.
On average, most people didn't eat it once a month, and no one would treat it as a daily benefit.
In fact, Max and the others produced about fifty high-end cakes a day, and Luke would only buy a portion of them.
The reason why a certain Wharton graduate and current waitress couldn't find any flaws wasn't just because Luke could switch buyers, but also because there were ten to twenty real customers every day.
After all, Max really had a talent for making cakes.
But when Luke praised her for this, the fierce girl laughed at herself. "It's probably because I was hungry when I was little, and my mom wasn't home, so I could only stuff a lump of dough into the oven and bake it for the first time."
Luke was a DIY bigshot to begin with.
He was also a bigshot who had solidified ordinary cupcakes into smart kitchenware and produced them on an assembly line.
He specially pointed out and corrected a few of the biggest flaws in Max's cakes, and the taste and color of the cakes were immediately improved.
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about the remaining flaws, but that they were all about money.
Whether it was high-quality raw materials or high-quality tools, they all cost a lot of money, and Max and the others couldn't afford them.
Luke didn't want to give Max money directly, even though she had always mocked herself for being poor.
That was precisely the reason why he even switched people to buy the cakes.
Money earned from one's own labor was different from money given out by others.
Max seemed cheerful, but in fact, she lacked real confidence.
He didn't want to be another person who hurt her self-esteem. Even a kind gesture wasn't appropriate.
Therefore, he would rather teach her how to make the cake, and then use hidden minimum sales to ensure the initial sales, but he did not directly throw money at her.
Max and Selina hadn't made a fortune from their cakes, but a hundred dollars a day was enough to relieve their heavy pressure.
Thus, Luke, who was surrounded by the restaurant owner, the waitress, and the old cashier, wasn't as free as they thought.
His conversation with Max was also rather nonsensical. It wasn't the romance that the three of them had imagined.
"This is the ninth car. Are the cops in New York not sleeping tonight?" Max said vaguely as he ate the high-end cake he made.
Although it was weird that Luke had bought her cakes for her, he had eaten fifteen of them.
Every time Luke came, he would bring at least three to five cupcakes, and he would never waste anything.
She had already confirmed that this temporary boyfriend of hers was a real glutton, and he did not just want to buy her cake.
Luke chuckled and swallowed the cake in his mouth before he said unhurriedly, "You forgot to tell me how many ambulances passed by just now."
Max frowned. "Was it some kind of large-scale kidnapping? Or some kind of collective poisoning? "
Luke raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious?"
Max found that odd. "Isn't that the case? I remember the last time I went to a place, I was squeezed out after ten minutes. A big idiot shouted that it was an air raid, and someone inside released poison gas. "
Luke, who was familiar with the major cases in New York, knew that there wasn't such a case at all. He asked with a smile, "What happened?"
Max shrugged. "In the end, I heard that someone was playing with some kind of fart spray, and it smelled like onions. A lot of people covered their noses and cried from the smell. Someone even fainted from an allergy. Then, someone said it was poison gas. "
Luke was lost for words. "… That's actually a low-level version of poison gas, right? Everyone fainted. Huh, you smelled it too? "
"No, I didn't. Those guys were playing a prank. They chose to spray the center of the place, and I couldn't squeeze through at all. " Max actually looked a little regretful. "Well, the unlucky guy who fainted didn't get away, and fainted from the smell."
Luke was lost for words. "… You don't really want to smell that spray, do you?"
"There's actually onion fart spray that makes me cry just by smelling it. It's so cool." Max was eager to try it out. "Maybe it's like smoking …"
Luke covered her mouth. "Don't. It's a high-risk activity. Don't describe it."
Stumped for a moment, Max said awkwardly, "I was so poor a while ago that I couldn't even afford toothpaste, and I couldn't even find someone to replace the shower head when I dropped it. I don't have the money to buy this."
She knew that her temporary boyfriend was extremely averse to smoking certain things.
Although she didn't smoke that stuff, 60% of Americans had smoked weed, which was more common than smoking.
Max didn't understand why he minded it so much.
Thankfully, she had been poor for a long time before she met him. If she had the money to buy weed, she might as well buy two rolls of toilet paper.
After all, it didn't matter if she didn't touch weed for the rest of her life, but she couldn't go without toilet paper for a day.
"I know." Luke simply smiled and pinched her face, but most of his attention was on something else.
Tonight, he and Selina had created a big scene together.
Did you know what one-stop service was? Did you know what it meant to be sent to prison? Did you know what it meant to be given credit from the sky?
Tonight, NYPD's colleagues had all experienced it.
The cleanup operation officially began at nine in the evening.
Luke and Selina swept through the main nests of the eleven gangs.
Although they didn't have time to interrogate the members of the eleven gangs, there was evidence in the places where they lived. There were illegal drugs, illegal weapons, and even the most deadly of all, black accounts.
That wasn't all.
Luke and Selina also put the criminal files they had collected on a USB drive and hung them on the gangster bigwigs who had been beaten until they were disabled.
With this double insurance in NYPD's hands, the D.A. didn't need to make any plea deals or look for tainted witnesses.
As long as they caught all the gangsters, the New York D.A.'s office would be able to complete their target five times this year and still be rich.
The D.A.'s performance was in terms of conviction rate, which was the number of felonies convicted.
It just so happened that these gangsters were involved in shootings and murders, as well as trafficking illegal drugs and weapons.
Even if they didn't confess to anything in the police department, most of the gangsters and bigwigs would still be in prison for twenty years or even life.
This batch of cases would keep the D.A.'s prosecutors busy until the end of the year.
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