After Resurrecting, I Opened a Cat Cafe

Chapter 22 – Your Scales

From birth to now, Zhu Heng has been wandering on the verge of violating laws and regulations. He has never overturned a car.

He followed Bo Jin into the building of the Zhangwei Group, and when he saw the three words “Affective Management Bureau” pasted in the elevator, his legs were as limp as noodles.

Before returning to China, he heard that there seemed to be a formal non-human management department in China, and he thought it was similar to the Vampire Alliance and Wizard Alliance abroad, and no one cared about it except himself. Now it seems that he may be wrong.

When the elevator was going up, Zhu Heng almost fell to the ground, and Zhen Zhizhang was not much better, the whites of his eyes were rolling, and he didn’t know when he would be able to go straight there.

The two of them were swept away by Bo Jin’s eyes, and they immediately froze hard, sticking upright in the elevator.

Bo Jin led someone into his office, and a white-haired young man was sitting in his place.

Seeing Bo Jin enter the door, he immediately sat up straight: “Hey, you’re back?”

Bo Jin frowned: “What are you doing in my office?”

The white-haired young man pursed his lips, and sat down honestly to the side. Although this guy is not a clean freak, he has a strong sense of territoriality. If he is not useful as a deputy director, he might have been thrown out by Mr. Zhulong because of his lack of territoriality. .

Bo Jin’s brows were not loosened: “What are you doing here today? Don’t come in casually next time.”

The white-haired young man crossed his legs: “Let me remind you, that person’s observation period is still a week away. You should prepare a risk report. I will be put in the archives next week. Hey, who is this?”

The white-haired young man is Bai Jue, the deputy director of the Bureau of Non-Professional Administration. As a divine beast that inherits the blood of Bai Ze, he has all the materials of the non-governmental administration. He knows the countless lists in the archives. Bo Jin today The one I brought was obviously not registered with their bureau.

Bai Jue waited for a while, but before Bo Jin could answer, he raised his head in surprise.

Bo Jin paused when he turned on the computer—he was still discussing the video with Pei Shiyi before returning to the Bureau of African Affairs. It seemed that the three-month deadline was still far away, and now Bai Jue told him that there was only one week left?

Lights and shadows flickered on the screen, and the computer was turned on, but Bo Jin didn’t do anything for a moment.

Bai Jue: “Boss?”

“En.” Bo Jin responded, and opened the document of the risk report.

What do you “um”? Rather talk.

Bai Jue had no choice but to repeat his words.

Bo Jin said: “He went to cat cafes to steal cats, claiming to be a foreigner, and there happened to be a group of troublemakers recently, you go and find out if he has anything to do with those people.”

When it comes to business, Bai Jue’s expression is much more serious: “I was just about to tell you that we found a thread this morning and sent people to follow it all the way. Guess what those people are doing here?”

Bo Jin was sitting in the sun, without Pei Shiyi and him being intimidated by each other, he couldn’t keep up his spirits, and soon began to feel sleepy, trying to find some energy to listen to Bai Jue’s nagging.

Bai Jue: “The black market in foreign countries is much more rampant than ours. Aren’t wizards and elves there always keeping pets? Some of them have evil intentions and don’t want to spend money to make money, so they catch cats and dogs with human nature everywhere, and the disaster in their own country is over. , stretched out their paws to us, and did some sneaky things. Now let’s put a long line to catch big fish, uproot them and send them back to the west.”

Hearing this, Zhu Heng’s legs went limp and he collapsed on the ground.

Bai Jue was startled: “What happened to him?”

Combining the information given by Bai Jue and Zhu Heng’s actions last night, Bo Jin had guessed Zhu Heng’s relationship abroad, and when he heard the plop, he just raised his eyes and glanced over: “As I said just now, these two people I went to a cat café last night to steal a cat.”

Bai Jue was taken aback, and immediately narrowed his eyes—oh yes, so these two people are probably that group!

He clicked his tongue twice: “I’m just worried that I can’t have an attack without evidence. I’m really sleepy. Someone gave me a pillow. Boss, I will take these two people away.”

Bo Jin said: “You make that fat man very good first, then give it to me later, it will be useful.”

Bai Jue snorted, and before leaving, he reminded him: “Boss, remember to write the danger report. If you want the signature of that rare creature, I will put it in the file after the observation period is over.”

He took the two of them to make a record, detained Zhen Zhizhang who was about to faint, and sent Zhu Heng back.

Bo Jin conveniently took out the report from the printer, and folded it in two lightly: “I’m going back to Mao Cafe now, you should check the affairs over there first, and call me again if you need it.”

After he finished speaking, he walked over, grabbed Zhu Heng’s collar with one hand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Bai Jue to touch his head, always feeling that Bo Jin’s words just now were weird—what do you mean I “return” Maoka?

It’s normal to go home and go back to the non-governmental management bureau, and go back to the cat cafe… It’s weird, the boss is taking the cat cafe as his own?

…

There are a lot of cat cafes today, and most of them are here for the little tortoiseshell.

These two little things scoured the entire cat cafe territory, and there was always a group of people behind them holding up their mobile phones to take pictures.

Tiny buttocks that wiggle when walking;

Fat tail raised high;

And… cough cough cough.

As soon as Bo Jin entered, Dai Dai who was at the door immediately saw him, and rushed over meowing. Bo Jin leaned over, and Dai Dai immediately climbed up his sleeves to his shoulders, and looked curiously at Zhu Heng behind Bo Jin.

Dai Dai tilted her head: “Meow?”

He thought the fat uncle looked familiar.

Such a big cat is full of thoughts about what he ate in the morning, noon and night, and he can still recognize the human beings he met last night. It can definitely be called a good memory.

Bo Jin stretched out his hand to hold him down: “Come take a video for our cat cafe, where’s your boss?”

Zhu Heng wants to cry but has no tears, is it really filming?

Of course it’s a real shot, the so-called making the best use of everything, since Zhu Heng can no longer shoot documentaries, he should just shoot a video for their cat cafe.

But although Bo Jin was serious, Pei Shiyi only mentioned it casually.

Facing Zhu Heng with trembling legs, Pei Shiyi pinched his chin and murmured. At that time, he was just talking and teasing casually.

Pei Shiyi: “Forget it, I’m just joking. I don’t have a camera here for him to use. You’d better take it home and ask carefully. First, focus on your serious business, Director, and stop letting those people run around.”

He probably couldn’t have a good conversation with Bo Jin, and he couldn’t speak seriously, so he had to find an excuse to scratch him. For example, the second half of the sentence just now was blurted out completely without thinking. It’s not that Pei Shiyi really planned to quarrel, he just got used to it.

Pei Shiyi pressed his knuckles against his lips, feeling that he was too idle.

Bo Jin also skillfully pressed Pei Shiyi’s flirtatious paw back: “Then enthusiastic people like Boss Pei have to lend a helping hand.”

It only takes 21 days for a normal person to form a habit. Bo Jin’s natural fetish has nothing to do with a mortal body, and he has developed an inexplicable “proficiency” in less than three months.

Pei Shiyi snorted and said, “Prudish.”

The cat cafe was open, and it was inconvenient for Pei Shiyi to stay in the corner talking with Bo Jin. He was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something and took out a blue-black scale from his pocket.

“Here, your scales.”

Bo Jin remembered the danger report he had just printed out, paused, and said, “Keep it, it may be useful in the future, you should pay more attention to cat cafes recently.” It didn’t take long for the Bureau of Non-communication Management to close the net and steal cats everywhere. The foreigners who stole dogs were blasted out. This is the time when they are desperate to jump over the wall to make a last fortune. The number of lost pets in Yuchuan City has risen sharply.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. Pei Shiyi doesn’t understand the foreign system and is easy to be taken advantage of.

After Bo Jin finished giving instructions, he rubbed his hands on the paper for a moment, and pulled out the report: “By the way, there is still one week left in the three-month observation period, and I have finished printing the report. If there is no problem, just sign it.”

Pei Shiyi almost didn’t react: “Huh?”

He froze for a moment, and said slowly, “Okay, I see.”

He frowned slightly, and slowly took the report with a rare hesitant expression, as if he was holding back something.

Bo Jin’s heart moved slightly: Maybe Pei Shiyi is already used to his existence? That’s right, he has been in Maoca for three months, and he dangles in front of Pei Shiyi’s eyes every day. Even if he is a master, he should have some feelings.

Once this subtle idea landed, it immediately took root and broke through the ground, and a vigorous seedling emerged.

Most of the fetishes who swallow the river and drink the sea have a problem with overflowing love and affection. Pei Shiyi was like this, and Bo Jin was no exception. Thinking that Pei Shiyi might feel a little bit reluctant, Bo Jin squeezed his fingers calmly, intending to say something nice.

Pei Shiyi unfolded the report and read it at a glance. He held back for a while, but couldn’t help it anymore, turned his shoulders, and suddenly smiled: “Great…I can order a cake tomorrow.”

Bo Jin pulled out the flamboyant Miao with no expression on his face.

The author has something to say: Bo Jin: I’m leaving…

Pei Shiyi: Good!

Bo Jin:? ?

Author Yu: I think the development of the two of them is not right…the current mutual hatred is the dark history in the future.