Who moved my novel?

"Yiyi, why don't you choose?" Dong Peng sighed as he looked at Yiyi, whose eyes were full of light but who had not made any move.

"I..." Yiyi hesitated for a long time and could not say anything.

"Then how about this, tell me, what color do you like?" Dong Peng probably guessed it. Yiyi hadn't bought clothes for a long time and was dazzled by the selection.

"Blue?" Yiyi said uncertainly.

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded and looked at the salesperson: "Please recommend me some blue clothes."

"Okay, sir." The salesperson saw Dong Peng's worth by looking at his clothes, so he was naturally 100% polite and 200% enthusiastic. As for who that child was? What does this have to do with her?

Not long after, she had taken out four or five sets of clothes.

"Sir, this child is older, so I recommend these clothes. Relatively speaking, the decorations and patterns on the clothes are slightly less, which makes them look more mature and stable. In addition, the weather is still relatively cold recently, and the warmth-keeping effect of these clothes is very good."

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded with satisfaction. He is indeed a professional, efficient and comprehensive. If he were to choose, it would probably take a lot of effort.

"Yiyi, do you like it?" Dong Peng looked at Yiyi.

"Yeah." Yiyi nodded and watched the salesperson display the clothes one by one in front of him.

"How is it? Little boy, do you like it?" The salesperson looked at Yiyi and asked with a smile: "If not, sister has many other styles here, sister will go and get it for you."

"..." Yiyi didn't say anything, just looked at the salesperson, and then looked at Dong Peng.

"The first and fifth pieces just now." Dong Peng saw Yiyi didn't say anything and spoke directly: "Find a size that suits him."

"Ah?"

"Ah?"

The salesperson and Yiyi looked at Dong Peng in confusion.

The salesperson was puzzled because the man had been encouraging the child to make his own decision since he entered the door, but now he suddenly made a choice directly.

And Yiyi was surprised because Dong Peng actually said the two pieces he liked best at once.

"That's what I do." Dong Peng shrugged at Yiyi: "Don't be too surprised, it's not a difficult thing."

The salesperson reacted quickly, or rather, it had nothing to do with her.

She took out two clothes of similar size from the warehouse, and she was a little embarrassed. Logically, she should let the customer try them on to see if they fit, but on this child...

After hesitating again and again, the salesperson gritted her teeth, put the more expensive one on the counter first, and took the other one to Yiyi.

"This size should be about the same. There is a fitting room here. Do you want to try it?" The salesperson handed the clothes to Dong Peng.

"Well, try it." Dong Peng handed the clothes to Yiyi, but Yiyi stood still and didn't stretch out his hand.

"What's wrong?" Dong Peng looked at Yiyi in confusion.

"No, no need to try." Yi Yi lowered his head and whispered: "Just open the clothes and measure them. I always look at them this way when buying clothes before. There is not much difference."

"Huh?" Dong Peng was slightly stunned, and then he realized it and turned to look at the salesperson: "Then don't try it. So, give me one set of each size of these two styles."

"Each size?" The salesperson looked at Dong Peng in surprise: "No need to be so troublesome, this child should be this size, at most one size larger."

"No." Dong Peng shook his head: "From the smallest to the largest size, one set each."

"Uncle?" Yi Yi also looked at Dong Peng in confusion.

"You can give the extra ones to your younger brothers and sisters." Dong Peng took out his bank card and handed it to the salesperson: "Swipe the card."

"Okay, sir." The salesperson took Dong Peng's card and went to apply for it.

"Wait a moment." Dong Peng stopped her: "The one over there, the one with the cartoon pattern, bring me thirty-one sets, seven sets of S size, five sets of M size, eleven sets of L size, seven sets of XL size, and one set of XXL size."

"Huh?" Yi Yi looked at Dong Peng in surprise, her eyes moist: "Uncle, you..."

Thirty-one sizes, thirty-one people, Dong Peng didn't report the size of a single person wrong. Now if Dong Peng said he could accurately tell the height and weight of each of them, Yi Yi would believe it.

"You used the wrong name again." Dong Peng didn't let Yi Yi say more, but looked at the security manager behind him: "Manager Zou, please help me take him to the parking lot, I will take him to other stores first."

...

"The surname is Zhou!" Director Wang slapped Director Zhou's desk: "What kind of case are you handling?"

"What's wrong with me?" Director Zhou put his feet on the table and sank into the lazy chair: "What I handled is called a life case, a major case, a quick battle and a quick decision, and efficiency. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"What's wrong?" Director Wang frowned: "You really don't know Are you still playing dumb here? Is that Xiao Li the real murderer? Xiao Li is just a scapegoat! You are treating him as the murderer now. Are you doing this to Xiao Li? To the deceased? To the people? "

"Who am I sorry for?" Director Zhou slowly took his legs off and wiped the table with a rag: "The dead is a drug dealer, and Xiao Li has become a hero. Who am I sorry for?"

"What about the murderer? Just let the murderer go unpunished?" Director Wang slammed the table and shouted: "Do you know! How many more people will he kill if the murderer is not caught!"

"I don't know, and I think Xiao Li is the one who killed the drug dealer." Director Zhou took out a tea can and poured some tea leaves into his teacup: "Also, Director Wang, although I call you Director Wang, to put it bluntly, you are still my junior. When I started working as a policeman, you couldn't even walk."

"This is not a question of seniority. What I'm telling you is the facts and the case!"

"Just tell me." Director Zhou tested the water temperature of the thermos and poured it into the teacup with satisfaction: "What? Are you anxious because you are not efficient enough in handling the case?"

"Why am I anxious?" Director Wang subconsciously retorted, but he didn't know how to respond, because Director Zhou was right, he was indeed anxious.

"You can practice if you are slow in handling the case." Director Zhou covered the cup and turned to look at Director Wang: "Take your time, I can teach you."

"Who wants you to teach!" Director Wang tapped the table with his fingers: "No matter how slow I am in handling the case, I won't make mistakes!"

"Ahem."

Just then, a voice from the door interrupted Director Wang.

Daju walked in slowly and said, "What's going on? Are you discussing the case? It's quite intense. I can hear it from the next door."