Something happened again?
Mr. Anderson was stunned for a moment, but then he suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, "That bastard is here again?"
The manager knew who he was talking about, but quickly shook his head, "It's not him. I don't know how to explain it. You'll know when you go and see it!"
Mr. Anderson took off his apron and strode towards the front hall. When he stood at the door of the front hall, he was stunned!
The restaurant was full of people, but the problem was that there was only one person at each table, and most of them only ordered food worth three dollars, and many people only ordered food worth two dollars.
A piece of bread, an appetizer, or a bowl of soup.
"I thought they would leave soon, so I didn't inform you, but who would have thought that they would not leave after they came."
"Many guests outside have left because there are no empty tables. These people are unwilling to leave. They all say they didn't eat well and refuse to share the table."
Mr. Anderson's blood pressure was rising. There were a total of 17 tables here, which meant that there was only less than 40 yuan in revenue at noon today!
You have to know that the minimum daily expenditure of this restaurant is more than 150 yuan. In other words, even if the restaurant is full at night, there will be no revenue today, but a huge loss!
His temples throbbed again, that familiar feeling coming back. He suppressed his anger and shouted in a low voice, "Call the police, call the police immediately, I want them to send all this garbage to the garbage dump!"
Mr. Anderson is a minor celebrity in this area. He is a good cook. It is said that the former mayor once ate the dishes he made when he was the head chef in another restaurant and praised him in public.
In the federation, the celebrity effect is particularly obvious and important. It was because the former mayor believed that his cooking skills were good enough to run a restaurant of his own that he had the idea to do it on his own.
This is one of the reasons why he later opened his own restaurant. Even the mayor, an upper-class person who has eaten a lot of delicious food, thinks that his food is delicious. What does he have to worry about?
People with skills will be respected everywhere, whether they are cooking dishes or lying down with their butts sticking out.
Soon police cars came, two at a time, with a total of four policemen.
They were a little nervous at first. When Mr. Anderson called the police, he was in an unstable state and spoke incoherently except for swear words. They thought they were being attacked.
But after coming in, I found that it was so quiet here that I could even hear my own breathing.
"Mr. Anderson, you said someone has affected your business?"
"Where is that person?"
"Did you see him go that way?"
Mr. Anderson suppressed his anger and pointed at the people at the table and said, "Isn't this it?"
"They teamed up to stop me from doing business. Arrest them. None of them is innocent!"
The police looked at the young people who were quietly eating bread. Although each bite was very small, they were indeed eating. They were confused for a moment, "Didn't they pay?"
The manager said truthfully, "I have already paid."
"So they made trouble?"
The manager still told the truth, "They all sat at the table and ate their meals obediently."
The policeman suddenly became unhappy, and his hands naturally pinched the belt around his waist, "So you called the police just to make fun of us?"
Mr. Anderson took a deep breath. He had sorted out the relationship. "These people ordered something worth two dollars and sat there refusing to leave, preventing other customers from coming in. Isn't this causing trouble?"
The policeman was stunned for a while. "They asked for food and paid for it. Why do you require them to finish eating within a specified time?"
"Do you have this policy and do you display it to everyone who comes in?"
Mr. Anderson was very angry. "So there is nothing I can do about these scumbags?"
The policeman took one look at the young men and adjusted the brim of his hat. "It looks like this, Mr. Anderson."
"They didn't commit any crime, nor did they refuse to pay for their meals. They just ate a little slowly. There is no law that requires me to arrest people who eat slowly."
"So..." He shook his head, "There's nothing I can do about this, Mr. Anderson."
"And I must warn you that if you kick them out before they finish eating, you might get in trouble."
He pulled Mr. Anderson to the corner and said, "I can help you try to scare them. It may not work, but it may work."
"But it's very risky. If the police knew I didn't follow the manual, they would come after me."
After saying that, he looked straight at Mr. Anderson. If the police in LOS City only rely on the pitiful salary they are given every month for their income, they may not even be able to have enough to eat.
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 put them in the police officer's hand at an angle where no one could see.
"Not enough, we have two cars coming."
Mr. Anderson looked him in the eyes, and the two of them stared at each other without backing down for about four or five seconds. Mr. Anderson then took out another ten dollars.
The police officer then smiled with satisfaction, "Even if they punish me for violating the procedure, I believe my family will not starve. You are a good man, Mr. Anderson!"
He said, adjusting his police hat and walking towards the nearest table.
He was a young man who looked only nineteen years old. He was a little frightened, but thinking of what Lance had told them before he came, he remained relatively calm even though he felt scared.
The officer sat down next to him and looked at him aggressively, "Do you know anyone else?"
The young man shook his head. "I don't know him."
"Actually, I know who asked you to come. If you don't want to spend some time in jail, you'd better tell me the truth."
The young man bit his lip and said nothing. He was not so scared at all, because Lance told them what they would encounter and how to deal with it.
Seeing that the young man was obviously a little scared but still remained calm and silent, the police officer felt a little embarrassed.
"Are you from the Empire?"
"yes."
"Show me your permanent residency card. I think you are an illegal immigrant..."
Who the hell would carry this with them every day?
But the young man took out his permanent residence card. Looking at the card, the police officer was a little confused, but he immediately realized that this was indeed organized.
In fact, at this point, he didn't want to care about it anymore. God didn't know how big the matter was, but he had received the money, so he had to show some appreciation.
"This card... might be fake. I need you to go away with me." He came up with a good idea. He would take one person away and ignore the others. This way he could account for the twenty dollars and not ruin other people's plans.
The young man did not feel scared. Instead, he relaxed his emotions and nervous nerves. "Do you have a subpoena or arrest warrant?"
"Also, if you insist on making me leave with you, I'm going to call my lawyer first."
The officer's originally relaxed smile disappeared from his face. He put the card back on the table, pointed at the young man, and stood up, holding his belt.
This also brought relief to the young people, as well as other young people.
If there is no summons or arrest warrant, and the person is not stopped and removed while the crime is in progress, then this is a violation of procedure.
The consequences of violating procedures can be as minor as a verbal apology or as serious as losing your job.
The police officer didn't dare to gamble. Who knows if the person behind the organization of these young people would make a big deal out of this matter.
He walked back to Mr. Anderson and said quietly, "Look, they are well prepared. My advice is that you'd better close the store now, if you can."
Without waiting for Mr. Anderson to say anything, he walked out of the restaurant with three other policemen with a cold face.
Outside the restaurant, although he felt unhappy, he still gave the other two policemen five dollars, so that at least his work was not in vain.
Of the remaining fifteen, he would give five dollars to his partner and keep ten dollars for himself.
The police left very quickly, and the young people who were originally a little nervous were now completely free of burden, with a smile that came from the heart on everyone's face.
Isn't it too easy to make money?
Except it's a bit boring.
Seeing that the police were useless, Mr. Anderson scanned the seventeen tables and finally came to sit down opposite Ennio.
He felt that Enzio looked like the leader of their group, and he had the temperament of a leader.
"I don't know if you are their leader, but I'm going to give all of you a free meal and fifty bucks. Just get out of my restaurant with your people."
Ennio was opening the door to a new world because of this strange job at this time, and he could not agree to this condition, and the offer was too little.
He glanced at Mr. Anderson, picked up a small piece of bread, wiped some sauce along the edge of the mixed vegetable dish, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Anderson."
His tepid attitude made Mr. Anderson even more annoyed. "You know who I am, but you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"Did that bastard Alberto send you here?"
"Is it the little bastard I saw the other day?"
"You sons of bitches will not get what they deserve!"
Ennio waited until he had finished scolding her before saying, "Are you done?"
"I'll continue eating after that. Also, Mr. Anderson, although you are the boss here, you disturbed my meal and insulted me. I will reserve the right to sue you for insulting me."
Mr. Anderson stared at him, wanting to stare a hole through him, but in the end, he could only slam the table hard.
In the afternoon, these people still did not leave, so Mr. Anderson called the police again. The police gave the same excuse, but this time they did not ask him for money.
You didn't tell them they couldn't eat until the afternoon before they started eating. If you kick them out now, you might end up in trouble.
The policeman was very considerate and helped him analyse the situation. "If someone really organized the trouble, do you think they would want you to take the initiative to sue them?"
Just one sentence made Mr. Anderson lose his temper.
He even called his lawyer, who came to see him and told him that the best thing to do now was to wait until closing time.
There is a fierce conflict between immigrants and local people right now. If this incident is seen as the local people "opening fire" on immigrants without distinguishing right from wrong, his restaurant may not be able to operate in LOS City, and he himself may not even have a living space here.
Only if he writes the dining times and some rules that require table sharing on a notice board outside the restaurant tomorrow, will he have the right to expel these people.
But now, he has to endure it.
After paying the lawyer sixty dollars for consultation, Mr. Anderson hated these people, Lance, and Alberto to death!
It lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening, when the entire Bay Area began to become quiet. These people, who were already exhausted after sitting all day, finished their day's meal and left at the same time in tacit understanding.
Mr. Anderson walked from the back hall to the door and saw a scene that made his eyes almost pop out!
Just across the street, Lance shook hands with these young people, hugged them, and put five dollars in their hands in front of him!
This son of a bitch, he knew it was this son of a bitch who did it!
He walked over with big strides, but stopped when he thought of something. It was late at night, which meant danger. Who knew whether these young people on the opposite side would do anything extreme.
After Lance slowly distributed money to these people and asked them to leave on the last bus, he walked over with his hands in his pockets.
Ethan and Erwin were right behind him.
Seeing Lance blatantly provoking him, Mr. Anderson's blood pressure rose. Even at night, you could see that his face was flushed!
"Do you think I will compromise?"
"My bastard's little bastard!"
He almost pointed at Lance's nose and roared loudly, "I will never compromise. You and your boss Alberto, don't even think about getting a penny from me!"
Lance didn't take the insults to heart. After all, he always believed that everyone had to pay a price for what they had done, or get rewarded.
"Mr. Anderson, you don't think this is the end, do you?"
"Honestly, I have thousands of ways to change it for you every day. If your wish is to make your restaurant and you unable to stay in LOS City because of the 5,000 yuan, we can keep trying."
"Speaking of which, are you already looking forward to tomorrow's challenge?"
"Guess what I will do this time?"
He shook his head with a half-smile, looking at Mr. Anderson with a confident look, as if he was looking at a loser...