Continuing until late into the night before sleep, there was nothing that left a particularly deep impression on Zhou Baiyu.
He just strolled the streets, investigated, or searched for strange stories on forums to ensure that Linyang City had not been contaminated recently.
The entire day, apart from the job interview and the traffic jam in the morning, did not seem to have anything abnormal.
Of course, Zhou Baiyu habitually reviewed the day's events and felt that... there were a few things from the morning that were very memorable.
He still remembered the license plate number of the taxi he took in the morning. And he still remembered, the lottery numbers read out by a customer in the welfare lottery shop on Minfu Lane's pedestrian street.
Similarly, he also remembered the content of the video the clerical receptionist was watching, as well as some family matters of the interviewer.
Of course, Zhou Baiyu always had a good memory, but what concerned him was—
