Chapter 27

Something happened again?

Mr. Anderson was stunned for a moment, but then he felt a jolt, and his eyebrows stood up, "Did that bastard come again?"

The manager knew who he was talking about, but shook his head quickly, "Not him, I don't know how to explain it, you'll know when you go see it!"

Mr. Anderson took off his apron and strode toward the front hall; when he stood at the entrance of the front hall, his whole person... was stunned!

The restaurant was already full of people, but the problem was, there was only one person at each table, and these people had ordered at most three dollars' worth of things; many people had only ordered two dollars' worth of things.

A piece of bread, an appetizer, or a bowl of soup.

"I thought they would leave soon, so I didn't notify you, but who would have thought that they wouldn't leave after they came."

"Many guests outside have already left because there were no empty tables, and these people are not willing to leave here; they all said they didn't eat well and refused to share tables."

Mr. Anderson's blood pressure was rising; there were seventeen tables here in total, which meant that there would be less than forty dollars in revenue at noon today!

You must know that the minimum daily expenditure of this restaurant exceeded one hundred and fifty dollars; in other words, even if it was full in the evening, there would be no income today, and instead, there would be a huge loss!

His temples were throbbing again, and that familiar feeling came back; he suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice, "Call the police, call the police immediately, I want the police to send all this trash to the garbage heap!"

Mr. Anderson was also a small celebrity in this area; his cooking skills were very good; it is said that the former mayor had eaten the dishes he made when he was a chef in other restaurants and praised him in public.

In the Federation, the celebrity effect is particularly obvious and important; it was precisely because the former mayor believed that his cooking level was enough to run a restaurant himself that he had the idea of doing it on his own.

This was also one of the reasons why he later came out to open a restaurant himself; even a high-class person like the mayor who had eaten many delicious things thought his cooking was delicious, what else did he have to worry about?

People with skills will be respected everywhere, whether it is cooking dishes or lying down and sticking their butts up.

Soon the police car came; two cars came at once, a total of four police officers.

They were a bit nervous at first; Mr. Anderson's emotions were in an unstable state when he called the police; except for swear words, everything was incoherent; they thought they had encountered an attack here.

But after entering, they found that it was so quiet here that they could hear their own breathing.

"Mr. Anderson, you said someone affected your business?"

"Where is that person?"

"Did you see him running that way?"

Mr. Anderson suppressed his anger and pointed to the people at the tables, "Isn't that them?"

"They teamed up to stop me from doing business; arrest them, no one is innocent!"

The police looked at the young people who were eating bread quietly; although every bite was very small, they were indeed eating; for a moment, they were a bit confused, "Didn't they pay?"

The manager said truthfully, "They have already paid."

"Then did they make trouble?"

The manager still told the truth, "They are all sitting honestly at the tables dining."

The police were suddenly a bit unhappy, their hands naturally resting on the belts around their waists, "So you called the police just to amuse us?"

Mr. Anderson took a deep breath; he had straightened out the relationship, "These people ordered two dollars' worth of things and sat there without leaving, making other guests unable to come in; isn't this making trouble?"

The police were stunned for a long time, "They ordered food and paid for it; why do you have the right to demand that they must finish eating within a specified time?"

"Do you have this rule, and have you shown it to everyone who came in?"

Mr. Anderson was very angry, "So I have no way to deal with this scum?"

The police glanced at these young people and adjusted their hat brims, "It looks like that, Mr. Anderson."

"They didn't commit a crime, nor did they refuse to pay the expenses incurred from dining; they just ate a bit slowly; there is no law that requires me to arrest people who eat slowly."

"So...", he shook his head, "I can't do anything about this, Mr. Anderson."

"And I must remind you, if you drive them out before they finish eating, you might have trouble."

He pulled Mr. Anderson to a corner, "I can help you try to scare them; it might not succeed, but it might also succeed."

"But this is very risky; if the branch knows that I didn't act according to the manual, they will trouble me."

After speaking, he looked straight at Mr. Anderson; if the police in New Jincheng only hoped for the pitiful little salary they were given every month, they might not even be able to eat their fill.

Mr. Anderson had seen this kind of greedy look on many people; he cursed everything here in his heart!

But he still took out two five-dollar bills from his pocket and placed them in the police officer's hand at an angle where people couldn't see.

"Not enough, we came in two cars."

Mr. Anderson looked into his eyes; the two stared at each other without backing down for about four or five seconds; Mr. Anderson took out another ten dollars.

The police officer then smiled with satisfaction, "Even if they punished me for violating the procedure because of me, I believe my family won't go hungry because of this; you are a good person, Mr. Anderson!"

He said, adjusting his police cap, and walked toward the nearest table.

That was a young man who looked only nineteen years old; he was a bit frightened, but thinking of what Lans had told them before he came, even if he felt afraid, he still maintained relative calmness.

The police officer sat beside him and looked at him with aggressive eyes, "Do you know the others?"

The young man shook his head, "I don't know."

"Actually, I know who sent you here; if you don't want to spend some time in prison, it's best to tell me the truth."

The young man bit his lip and didn't speak; he was even less afraid because Lans had told them that they would encounter these things and how to deal with them.

Seeing that this young man was clearly a bit afraid but still maintained calmness and silence, the police officer's face felt a bit hot.

"Are you an Imperial citizen?"

"Yes."

"Take out your permanent residency card; I think you are an illegal immigrant..."

Who the hell would carry this with them every day?

But this young man took out his permanent residency card; looking at that card, the police officer was a bit confused, but he immediately realized that this was indeed organized.

Actually, by this time, he didn't really want to care anymore; who knows how big a matter is involved behind this, but he took the money, so he had to do something.

"This card... might be fake; I need you to leave with me for a trip." He came up with a good idea: take one person away, and he wouldn't care about the others; it could satisfy the twenty dollars, and it wouldn't ruin the other party's plan.

The young man didn't feel afraid because of this; instead, he relaxed his emotions and nervous nerves, "Do you have a subpoena or an arrest warrant?"

"Also, if you insist on letting me leave with you, I want to call my lawyer first."

The police officer's faint smile, which was considered relaxed, disappeared from his face; he put the card back on the table, pointed at the young man, and then stood up while holding his belt.

This also made the young man and the other young people breathe a sigh of relief.

Without a subpoena or an arrest warrant, and not being discovered and stopped while committing a crime and asked to be taken away, then this is a violation of the procedure.

The consequences of violating the procedure can be very light, a verbal apology, but it can also be very serious, losing one's job.

The police officer didn't dare to gamble; who knows if the person behind organizing these young people would blow this matter up.

He walked back to Mr. Anderson's side and whispered, "Look, they came prepared; my suggestion is that you'd better close the shop now, if you can close it."

Without waiting for Mr. Anderson to say anything, he walked out of the restaurant with a cold face, taking the other three police officers with him.

Outside the restaurant, although he was unhappy in his heart, he still gave the other two police officers five dollars; at least it wasn't a wasted trip.

As for the remaining fifteen, he would give his partner five dollars and then swallow ten dollars himself.

The police left quickly; those young people who were still a bit nervous at first had completely lost their burden at this time; a smile from the heart appeared on everyone's face.

Is earning money this simple?

Except for being a bit boring.

Seeing that the police were useless, Mr. Anderson scanned the seventeen tables and finally came to the opposite side of Enio and sat down.

He felt that Enio should be the small leader among this group of people; he had the temperament that only a small leader has.

"I don't know if you are their leader; I will waive the bill for all of you, and then give you fifty dollars; you take your people and get out of my restaurant."

Enio was opening the door to a new world because of this strange job at this time; it was impossible for him to agree to this condition, and it was given too little.

He glanced at Mr. Anderson, picked up a small piece of bread, wiped some sauce along the edge of the salad plate, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it in a few bites, "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Anderson."

His lukewarm attitude made Mr. Anderson even more annoyed, "You already know who I am, and you still don't know what I'm talking about?"

"Is it that bastard Alberto who sent you here?"

"Or that little bastard I saw two days ago?"

"You sons of bitches won't have a good retribution!"

Enio waited until he was almost done scolding before saying, "Are you done?"

"If you're done, I'll continue dining; also, Mr. Anderson, although you are the boss here, you disturbed my dining and insulted me; I will reserve the right to pursue and sue you for insulting me."

Mr. Anderson stared at him, wanting to stare a hole in him, but in the end, he could only slap the table hard and give up.

In the afternoon, these people still didn't leave; Mr. Anderson called the police again, and the police still had the same set of rhetoric, but this time they didn't ask him for money again.

You didn't say that people couldn't eat until the afternoon before they ate; now driving people out might cause a lawsuit.

And this police officer helped him analyze very thoughtfully, "If someone really organized to make trouble, do you guess they would hope that you would take the initiative to sue them?"

One sentence made Mr. Anderson lose his temper.

He even called his lawyer; after the lawyer came to see, he also told him that the best way now is to wait until closing time.

Now the immigrants and the locals are fighting quite fiercely; if this matter is seen as the locals indiscriminately "firing" at the immigrants, his restaurant might not be able to operate in New Jincheng, and even he himself might not have room to survive here.

Only when he writes the specified dining time and some rules that meet the conditions for sharing tables on the notice board and puts it outside the restaurant tomorrow will he have the right to expel these people.

But now, he must endure it.

After paying the lawyer a sixty-dollar consultation fee, Mr. Anderson hated these people to death, as well as Lans, and that Alberto!

It lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening; the whole Bay Area began to become quiet; these people who had been sitting for a day and were already very tired ended their day of dining and left at the same time with a tacit understanding.

Mr. Anderson walked from the back hall to the entrance and saw a scene that made his eyeballs almost pop out!

Just across the street, Lans shook hands and hugged these young people in front of him and put five dollars into their hands!

That son of a bitch, he knew it; it was this son of a bitch who did it!

He strode over, but thinking of something, he stopped his steps; it was late at night, and late at night represented danger; who knows if these young people across the street would do anything extreme.

After Lans slowly finished distributing the money to these people and let them take the last bus to leave, he walked over with his hands in his pockets.

Ethan and Elvin were behind him.

Seeing Lans provoke himself so nakedly, Mr. Anderson's blood pressure was rising; even at night, one could see his face was flushed!

"Do you think I will compromise?"

"You son of a bitch!"

He roared loudly, almost pointing at Lans's nose, "I will absolutely not compromise; you, and that boss of yours Alberto, don't even think about getting a penny from me!"

Lans didn't take these insults to heart; after all, he always believed that everyone has to pay the price or receive the reward for what they have done.

"Mr. Anderson, you don't think it's over, do you?"

"Honestly, I have thousands of ways to change one for you every day; if your wish is to let your restaurant and you not be able to stay in New Jincheng because of those five thousand dollars, we can continue to try."

"Speaking of which, are you already looking forward to tomorrow's challenge?"

"Do you guess what I will do this time?"

He shook his head with a half-smile and looked at Mr. Anderson with a confident look, as if he were looking at a loser...