Chapter 30

All noon, the restaurant was spent in the pervasive foul smell, and quite a few people came around to watch the excitement.

The Federation has never lacked people who watch the excitement; watching the excitement is also a human instinct.

Seeing others encounter accidents or misfortunes, there will be a sense of happiness from the inside out.

All noon, the restaurant only received three tables of guests, and when the guests left, they gave the manager very severe accusations, because the restaurant caused them to have a very unpleasant lunch; they are very likely not to come again next time.

In order to retain these guests, the manager had to waive their bills and also gave a red wine voucher.

It could be used next time they came.

It has to be said that the manager is indeed a good marketer; don't look at these people saying that they will absolutely not come again next time, but as long as this voucher is still in their hands, they will definitely come!

If watching the excitement is the instinct of Federation people, then taking advantage is also.

The manager decided to have a good talk with Mr. Anderson; just past one o'clock, he asked people to close the shop door, and then asked two apprentices to stand at the door with water pipes.

If those people come to shit, just wash away the feces; no need to stop them, let them pull.

This kind of thing cannot be stopped; instead, it may trigger greater riots; it is better to let them pull happily.

The sound of "bang bang bang" knocking on the door made Mr. Anderson raise his head and glance at the manager standing by the door; he looked a bit dejected and wiped his face, "Sit wherever you want."

This is his lounge, full of cigarette butts; actually, he doesn't smoke very much, but the things that happened these days make him always want to find something to relieve his sorrow.

The manager walked in and took the initiative to give Mr. Anderson a cigarette, "We have to have a good talk about your debt."

Mr. Anderson was a bit ashamed and annoyed; the manager didn't give him a chance, "If the restaurant cannot continue to operate normally, I will resign next week."

"Mr. Anderson, I am very grateful that you can give me an opportunity to manage such a high-standard restaurant; my job is to make it more brilliant and shining in my hands."

"But now our concepts and ideas have conflicted."

"You caused the restaurant to fail due to your personal reasons, and we cannot compromise on this issue, which conflicts with you inviting me here and my work here."

"I have no reason or necessity to stay, Mr. Anderson, although I have already expressed that I am very grateful to you, I will continue to be grateful for the help you have done for me."

Mr. Anderson sighed heavily, "I can't take out so much money now; this is almost equal to our profit for half a year."

From the improvement of the manager's management to now, it has actually been half a year, and the money earned is only four or five thousand dollars, part of which has been used to repay other people's debts.

The remaining part, according to the manager's request, was used for various marketing, allowing the restaurant's operation and reputation to start snowballing.

Now he has less than two thousand dollars in his hands; he can't repay this debt at all.

The manager has some understanding of the restaurant's operation, and he lowered his voice slightly, "You can mortgage the house to the bank."

"Now the restaurant's business is very good; if it is not affected continuously, the bank will give you a loan."

"They are more greedy, so if you have profitability and repayment ability, they will definitely give you a loan."

"The interest on this loan will be much lower; use part of it to repay Mr. Alberto, and we can rent the next door to continue to expand the business."

Mr. Anderson's house is located in the outer ring, a detached house, more than two hundred square meters, but because it is a bit far from the city center and is an old house, the price is not high.

He found someone to look at it; last year, those people thought that this house was valued at most twelve thousand dollars, and could get a loan of about seven thousand dollars from the bank, which was already the most.

Of course, if he is willing to take out three hundred dollars to operate it a little, it is possible to get eight thousand dollars, or eight thousand five hundred dollars.

This house was bought by his father; later his father died, and he inherited it.

This house carries his birth, growth, family formation, until now; he is actually not very willing to mortgage it.

Looking at Mr. Anderson bowing his head and not speaking, the manager also knew that he couldn't force him all the time; this old man is a bit stubborn.

"I'm just giving you a suggestion, Mr. Anderson, but in any case, I am grateful for everything you have done for me."

"And you must be mentally prepared; the restaurant might really not be able to operate in the end; at that time, what you lose will not just be a house."

"There are also your career, dreams, family, life, everything!"

After the manager finished speaking, he patted Mr. Anderson on the shoulder and then left.

He walked outside the restaurant; because it was already closed, no one came to shit, which made the manager feel angry and funny; although this kind of means is not on the table and is also very childish.

But it cannot be denied that it is really useful!

Who the hell wants to eat when their appetite is good, and suddenly sees someone spraying shit on the street in front of them, and can smell that foul smell, and can still maintain their appetite?

Even if they maintain their appetite, they won't step on the ground that might still be stained with feces to eat.

The manager actually found Lans in the morning, mainly because of Lans's car.

Now the car is still parked opposite; after he asked the apprentices to go back to rest, he walked to the opposite side of the road alone.

In the coffee shop next to it, he saw Lans who was reading a newspaper.

The sound of footsteps startled Lans; he looked up and glanced, then put down the newspaper and invited the manager to sit down, "Drink something?"

The manager looked back at the menu on the counter, "Bring a classic coffee."

Classic coffee refers to the kind of classic coffee that Federation people like, adding coffee and at least two sugar cubes to milk.

"I am trying to persuade him to repay the money.", although the two have not spoken, they don't seem like strangers at this time.

Lans took out a box of cigarettes, pulled one out, and handed it to the manager, "It looks like you didn't succeed."

The manager sighed, "He might feel that he can't get off the stage, and he doesn't have so much cash in his hands."

Lans took a puff of the cigarette and crossed his legs, "Our point of view on 'having money' is not whether he has corresponding cash; movable property and immovable property are all forms of wealth expression."

"He has repayment ability, but has been refusing to repay, and I heard that the restaurant's business has been very good in the past few months, under your chairmanship."

The waiter brought the coffee; the manager said thank you, took a small sip, "Mr. Anderson's dishes are very good, and his several apprentices are also good; I just let people have the opportunity to come into contact with the food he made, that's all."

This is a very humble way of saying it, but Lans likes humble people.

"Have you ever thought about changing a job?"

"I might open a company later, and I need a manager."

The manager became a little interested, "What type?"

"Provide consulting services, solve some troubles, similar to a lobbying group."

The manager's interest was visibly reduced, "I haven't been in contact with this industry, and I don't have any connections, so I might not be able to help you."

Lans didn't feel any regret, just asked casually; both of them fell silent.

After a while, the manager suddenly asked, "There are still a few hours before dinner time; do you still intend to find homeless people to shit at the entrance of the restaurant to stop us from operating in the evening?"

Lans shook his head, "I originally had such a plan, but it can be seen that Mr. Anderson now needs someone to push him, so I decided to change a method."

The manager became interested, "How do you plan to do it?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell Mr. Anderson, because I also hope that this matter can be resolved as soon as possible."

"He can make up his mind, and I will continue to work here; he can't make up his mind, and I will leave, so in any case, the worst situation is that I am just a bystander, not a person whose interests are damaged."

Lans sold the suspense, "You'll know soon..."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, the manager didn't stay much; he had to go back to prepare for the restaurant's evening business.

It is clear that the things in the past few days have made many people have some doubts about the restaurant; he must retain these customers while reducing these influences to a minimum.

Waiving bills, lucky draws, sending gifts, even drawing the chef to cook in person, he has some ways.

And Lans made a phone call to Alberto.

As soon as the phone was connected, he heard his hearty laughter, "I heard, Lans, you let people shit at the entrance of his restaurant."

"How should I say it?"

"Although the means are very cheap, the effect is really very good; I am very satisfied!"

"What help do you want to get this time?"

"Mr. Koti, do you know where to find a fecal suction truck?"