Chapter 28

On Monday, Mr. Anderson got up early in the morning; including the apprentices, cooks, and waiters, they were all required by him to arrive at the shop early.

Last night, he found someone overnight to help make a notice board—

Due to the booming restaurant business, the maximum dining time is two hours; for those who exceed two hours, the restaurant has the right to ask guests to pay the bill and leave.

At the same time, for guests who come alone, when the restaurant's tables are tight, the restaurant has the right to ask individual guests to share tables with other individual guests.

There is also a rule that the restaurant has the right not to receive guests who look suspicious.

These are roughly the contents; the notice board is very large and stands at the entrance.

Anderson stared at it early in the morning, but as a result, he stared for a day, and Lans didn't appear, nor did any abnormality occur.

Monday is a very important day for people; people working in offices will get the work arrangements for the next week from their superiors and then need to prepare for these tasks.

For workers on the assembly line in the factory, today is the day when the assembly line restarts after a day or two of rest.

They need to keep a close eye on the changes in the assembly line, and at the same time, the workshop manager also needs to use intense work to wake the workers up from the laziness of the holiday rest.

And those heavy manual laborers working at the docks or warehouses, after the weekend inventory is finished, a large number of vehicles transporting materials will enter and exit the port this morning; they are so busy that they can't even straighten their backs.

Most people are busy; at noon, four tables of guests came to the restaurant, adding up to less than sixty dollars—

Although this is a middle-to-high-end restaurant, not all food is very expensive.

A bread basket, two people ordering a main course, such as a cheaper fish steak and steak combo, or just an ordinary steak, plus an appetizer soup, at most ten dollars is enough.

The special thing about middle-to-high-end restaurants is that there is a way to spend less money here, but you can also spend a lot of money.

In the evening, the business was okay; nine tables came, one hundred and thirty-three dollars; if calculated according to gross profit, it barely broke even today, losing ten or twenty dollars.

Every Monday is roughly like this; Mr. Anderson wouldn't feel surprised.

He thought that little dog Lans was just talking big; he didn't appear today, so he relaxed his vigilance a little.

Actually, he didn't know that Lans also knew that Monday's business was not good, so he put the "next level" on Tuesday.

On Tuesday morning, Mr. Anderson still got up early; today is the day for those workers to gather for a meal—after not seeing each other for a weekend, they have a lot to say, talk about where they went to play on the weekend, and by the way, eat a meal together to maintain their feelings.

Today's business will be a little better than Monday's.

Until eleven o'clock, he didn't see anyone coming to occupy a table alone; he happily took a rag and wiped the notice board at the entrance again.

In the alley diagonally across the street, Lans stood at the entrance of the alley that was not easy to find, looking at Mr. Anderson and his restaurant.

"It's the one across the street... yes, the one where someone is wiping the notice board.", Lans withdrew his gaze and looked at the people beside him.

Everyone on them exuded a foul smell, a group of homeless people.

When Lans found these people last night, he treated them to a good meal, beef, pork, and finely processed pasta.

These foods can ensure that the shit they pull out is very smelly; now is the time when they need to shit.

Lans was carrying a bucket in his hand, filled with water, and there was a laxative in the water; this kind of laxative is very powerful; it only takes ten minutes to make people unable to help but spray it out.

In the morning, Lans also let them drink a lot of thin paste-like things to ensure the best effect.

Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock and there was not much time left before the guests arrived, Lans first poured a cup of water full of laxatives and gave it to the first homeless person.

"Go to the entrance of their shop, pull it on the ground, and then go to the alley we agreed on over there; someone will give you two dollars."

"If you can do it very disgustingly, I can give you one more dollar.", he looked at the group of homeless people behind, "The same goes for you, two dollars, and one more if you do it well."

The first homeless person was almost fifty years old; his hair was matted, and occasionally one could see small cockroaches crawling out from under his hair and crawling back in.

His dark face could no longer distinguish whether he was engaged in cotton picking before he was homeless, or whether he had always been this dark.

"Mr. Lans, don't worry, I will definitely make them feel nauseous when they recall it all day!", he slapped his chest and grinned, a mouthful of big yellow teeth was very disgusting, but Lans appreciated him because he was smelly enough!

After speaking, he picked up the laxative and drank it in one gulp; the taste was a bit strange, and then he stood quietly.

About ten minutes later, he suddenly covered his stomach, "It's coming, it's coming, Mr. Lans, I'll... hiss... go over first!"

Lans took the opportunity to pour the second cup of laxative into the cup and gave it to the second person.

At this time, two tables of guests had already entered the restaurant one after another, and Mr. Anderson also felt a sense of relief; he felt that today should be another peaceful day.

But just as he returned to the lounge to prepare to rest for a while, he had gotten up early and slept late these two days, and his mood was not good, and his whole person was a bit tired; what he needed most now was rest.

Before he lay down, he vaguely heard the manager's loud scolding.

He was stunned for a moment, then felt a jolt, climbed up, and trotted toward the entrance.

The moment he just came out of the restaurant entrance, a strong foul smell made him almost faint!

The sun was very strong, and the foul smell made it even more unbearable.

At the entrance of the restaurant, a homeless person was arguing with the manager while wiping the shit on his hands onto the notice board that Mr. Anderson had just wiped not long ago.

"Still not letting people wash this clean?!"

He glanced at the homeless person who was wiping shit on the notice board, and couldn't bear it anymore; he almost vomited!

"Call the police... vomit, call the police!"

The homeless person who was still arguing with the manager heard that the restaurant was going to call the police, turned around and ran; before running, he also let out a fart and sprayed a piece at the entrance of the restaurant.

Just at this time, three guests were originally walking toward this side, but when they saw those things on the ground, they couldn't help but cross the road and go to the restaurant opposite.

Mr. Anderson yelled and shouted; the apprentices carried two buckets of water, and after washing the ground, they also brushed it well.

"Everything happened too suddenly; he suddenly ran over, took off his pants and stuck his butt up, and then...", the manager seemed to be recalling something terrible, and even shivered.

"... with a bang, I almost thought his intestines were popped out."

Mr. Anderson felt a little better, but started to feel nauseous again, "Wash it clean!"

He and the manager walked to the side, and the manager continued, "I told him not to shit at our entrance, and then I don't know what happened. He fell, and then you saw it; he said I pushed him..."

Mr. Anderson's face was extremely ugly, because there was another table of guests who suddenly changed their decision to dine.

But the manager was still a bit worried, "Could this be their new trick?"

After Mr. Anderson finished listening, he was a bit uneasy, "Find two more waiters to watch; if any more homeless people come, don't let them get too close..."

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Before he finished speaking, suddenly a homeless person rushed over from across the street, just like the first homeless person, taking off his pants while running; what made them feel even more terrible was that after this homeless person ran onto the sidewalk, he actually pointed his butt at them!

Some people on the side of the road looked at all this in disbelief; an apprentice walking at the front slowly turned around and then vomited violently.

Mr. Anderson was also scolding while feeling nauseous.

That son of a bitch, it must be that bastard who did it!