Chapter 29: The Persistence of the Stubborn Old Man

The police car drove slowly from the distance with a siren. The police officer sitting in the passenger seat was eating a donut he had just bought.

It wasn't that kind of ordinary donut, but a loaded version of a donut with strawberry jam filling, sprinkled with powdered sugar, and then drizzled with a circle of honey. It was so sweet that it was nauseating.

But the Federation people just like this, and then have a carbonated drink, and let out a burp full of marsh gas. This may be the pursuit of most Federation people!

"Do you guess why Anderson called the police this time?"

The police officer driving said while watching the traffic changes on the road, "It's very likely that that group of people went again."

"He must have offended someone. I inquired about it yesterday; Old Mai doesn't know about this."

Old Mai is called Mike Owen, a cadre of the Daoge family.

On the surface, there are five major families in New Jincheng, ruling the entire underground world, but it doesn't mean that there are only five families here. If they really did this, it is very likely that they would soon become a thing of the past.

In fact, every street and every administrative district has different gang forces from large to small managing them.

Large ones may have thousands of people, and small ones may have only ten or twenty people.

The five major families are just the top level, but there are not only them here.

The Daoge family is one of the three major gangs in the Bay Area. Above their heads are the five major families. Every quarter, people from the Daoge family need to pay a certain "regular fee" to the above as a model of their respect and compliance with the order of New Jincheng.

And the five major families will also allow him to continue to operate his family business here. This is the game rule of New Jincheng and even the underground world of the Federation.

No one can swallow the benefits alone, whether it is the small minions at the bottom or the pyramid tip at the top.

After the police officer went back yesterday, he made a phone call to Old Mai, asking him if he knew about this. Old Mai didn't know about this matter and didn't intend to care much.

The Daoge family doesn't rely on collecting regular fees from roadside business places to make a profit. They don't look down on this little money, so there is no direct connection with Mr. Anderson.

It was the street gangs under the Daoge family that came to collect money, but they were scolded out by him. In addition, Mr. Anderson does know some celebrities, and people in the family don't want to cause problems because of the regular fees of dozens of dollars per month from subordinate gangs.

So they let them not have any contact with Mr. Anderson. When Old Mai heard that Mr. Anderson was being troubled, he not only didn't feel angry but was very happy.

"That old dog should be made to suffer a little, otherwise he won't understand that paying us money is not us extorting him, but purely to protect him!"

The police officer quite agreed with Old Mai's shameless robbery theory, because he would also use similar methods to get some benefits.

The police officer driving shrugged indifferently, freed one hand to take out a cigarette, and lit it, "I don't care who is troubling him. I just want him to know that the police call is free, but the police dispatch costs money."

His partner giggled. While laughing, he bit the donut, extremely happy.

Not long after, the car stopped on the side of the road, just in time for Anderson to run back from a distance. The police officer got out of the car and was just about to greet Mr. Anderson when he suddenly covered his nose, "My Lord, what the hell is this smell? Did someone shit in their pants?"

His partner pointed to the side of the road, "I don't know if it's in the pants, but it's definitely on the ground."

A faint yellow puddle on the ground, the moisture had been dried by the fierce sun, but the smell had never dissipated.

Mr. Anderson panted, "These... damn it, they came again!"

The police officer moved to the side, "Came to occupy the table again?"

Mr. Anderson took a deep breath, "They... came to my restaurant door to shit, and it's fucking diarrhea!"

"Fuck!"

"This group of sons of bitches should all be drowned in the toilet!"

The police officer's expression was a bit strange, "So you called us here just because someone shit on the ground at your restaurant door?"

Mr. Anderson looked shocked, "Can't I call you for this?"

The police officer felt a bit better, maybe he started to get used to the foul smell. The process of humans getting used to a stimulating feeling is curved. They accept it very quickly at first, but it is very long if they want to accept it completely.

"How do you want me to deal with these homeless people?"

"Arrest them and lock them up just because they shit in public in a public area?"

"Although they didn't do this right, we will only drive them away when we come, and report this matter to the City Administration Bureau."

Urinating and defecating everywhere has always been a very troublesome problem in the Federation. Don't look at the Federation and some countries boasting that it is the light of world civilization.

But there are more people urinating and defecating everywhere here than in some backward countries!

Regardless of men or women, in some backward areas, as long as they have it, even in the middle of the road, they will take off their pants and pull it out, and then leave without wiping it and pulling up their pants.

They tried to catch them before, but the police force expenditure generated by catching a person who urinates and defecates everywhere is far higher than the significance of arresting a person who urinates and defecates everywhere.

No one will be arrested for urinating and defecating everywhere, and next time he will run home to go to the toilet, or go to a burger shop to buy a burger and go to the toilet.

So this matter is basically not managed by various cities, and this time it is a homeless person. No oil or water can be squeezed out of them. Going back, they have to be fed and watered, bathed, and even prepared a set of new clothes.

The director will scold him for half an hour as a "stupid pig" to warn him not to do stupid things next time.

He doesn't want to care.

Mr. Anderson was very angry. After accumulating anger for several days, he blurted out in extreme anger, "I just gave you twenty dollars."

The police officer's expression was not so good either. He knew this person was very troublesome, but he still didn't like this feeling.

His partner walked over from the other side of the car, his hand resting on the holster. Although he wouldn't really pull out the gun to shoot, this kind of pressure is something ordinary people cannot bear.

The police officer was very annoyed, "Or should I return the twenty dollars to you?"

Anderson realized he had done something wrong at this time. He apologized repeatedly, "I didn't mean that, I..."

The police officer didn't want to say anything to him anymore. Twenty dollars, not much, and he only shared ten dollars himself!

He took out twenty dollars and threw it on the ground, then turned and walked to the car, picking up the walkie-talkie, "GPPD... police officer reply... alarm number, we have arrived at the scene, no problems found, it may be a false alarm."

After a few seconds, a response came from the radio, "Confirmed received, please return to the branch to stand by... police officer."

The police officer glanced at Mr. Anderson and sat back in the car. He pressed his hand on the edge of the car window, "If you report a false alarm again, I will report it to my superiors."

"Also, don't forget, this area is my patrol area!"

Saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and ran away directly.

The police officer didn't really want to care about this matter. No matter who did it, he couldn't receive Mr. Anderson's regular fee anyway. Occasionally coming to rub some pocket money, he still had to be ordered around every day.

It was just twenty dollars. Did he really think this twenty dollars could play such a big role?

The manager watched everything happen from the side. Except for sighing silently, he didn't know what to say.

He walked to the side of the road and picked up the twenty dollars. Mr. Anderson's cooking skills were impeccable. People who had eaten the dishes he cooked himself would praise the taste as great.

But he was terrible at being a person and operating, otherwise he wouldn't have almost closed down last year due to poor management.

It was only after hiring a manager that it improved.

"These greedy wild dogs, go back and gnaw on your mother's corpse!", Mr. Anderson gave the middle finger to the back of the police car.

Turning his head, he saw the manager.

He was very satisfied with this manager. Since the manager came, the restaurant's sales began to climb continuously.

Obviously, there was no change in what the back kitchen made, but people started to come here to dine. Of course, this was all the manager's credit.

He was very tolerant of the manager.

"You offended the police, who else can protect us?", the manager was also a bit angry.

Mr. Anderson didn't care, "I will call to complain about them, and I know... sir, he has some friendship with the branch director."

When he said these words, it seemed that he hadn't thought through his brain. People have friendship, not you. How much price it takes to use other people's favors is an unknown.

Obviously, saying a few good words and giving a little money could solve the matter, but it ended up like this.

"Can you tell me why these people come here every day?"

Mr. Anderson let the apprentices and waiters continue to clean up the feces residue on the ground, and whispered, "Last year, because of many things, I didn't have any cash in my hands, and the restaurant needed funds to turn around, so I borrowed some money from the loan shark."

The manager realized that this Mr. Anderson was really a talent after hearing this. He still bit the bullet and asked, "And then?"

"I borrowed two thousand dollars, but they wanted me to repay five thousand dollars. I couldn't repay this money, so these things happened."

The manager tried to persuade, "Maybe if you repay the money, everything will be over."

Mr. Anderson, who was originally able to endure, couldn't calm down immediately. His voice suddenly became loud, "Want me to repay this money?"

"Even if I go into the coffin, I won't give the money to that greedy son of a bitch!"

"Everything is negotiable, but this matter is not negotiable!"

"Don't they just want to come here to shit?"

"Come, let them shit, I'll see how much they can shit!"

Lans, diagonally across the road, watched everything happen. Two homeless people were already sweating from holding it in.

Lans gave them a look, and they ran toward the restaurant entrance. Although Mr. Anderson and the manager had already seen these two people, they hesitated when they were about to stop them.

The scene where the apprentice was covered in feces residue seemed to appear in their memory. It was this hesitation, "thump-thump" two sounds, and the ground that had just been washed clean was covered with another layer of yellow soup.

Immediately after, two reporters ran out from nowhere. Before they could react, they pressed the shutter twice, and ran away after taking the photos.

The manager was already a bit desperate when he wanted to chase.

The life that had just improved seemed to be sliding toward the abyss again... ===== CHAPTER 30 =====