The restaurant manager looked at the broken glass curtain wall covered with feces, looked at the yellow soup that had broken into the restaurant door, and looked at the various feces on the road outside the restaurant.
At this moment, he actually wanted to laugh!
But looking at Mr. Anderson's furious look, he didn't laugh in the end.
He walked over to Mr. Anderson, who was actually very busy right now - he was directing the apprentices to clean up.
Perhaps the whole morning's attack of faeces had made these apprentices psychologically resistant to faeces, as they did not feel nauseous, and no one vomited.
Although they were very reluctant to do it, they put on gloves and started cleaning the feces on the glass curtain wall.
This thing is actually not very easy to clean.
If there was a scientist here at this moment, he would definitely be able to explain why these pieces of feces are so firmly stuck to the glass.
It generated high pressure from the collision of the falling dung can, and was sprayed out like a bullet, hitting the glass with a bang.
A small amount of moisture expelled the air between the feces and the glass at the moment the feces hit the glass, creating a closed, negative pressure-like state.
If you want to remove it from the glass at this time, just washing it with water may not be enough. You need to use external force to reduce or eliminate the negative pressure to make it fall off.
And shit is this thing...
The more you rub, the more you get.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be news about federal officials using a whole roll of paper just to take a shit.
Mr. Anderson's face turned black, and he kept cursing. It was unclear whether he was cursing the apprentices for their stupidity, or the person who caused the car accident, or those people, or maybe all of them.
"Mr. Anderson..."
Mr. Anderson cursed so much that there was some white saliva at the corners of his mouth. He turned around and wiped the corners of his mouth. "What's wrong?"
The manager looked at him seriously, "Don't you realize that this is also their method?"
Mr. Anderson was stunned for a moment. "I have considered it, but..."
"No one broke the law, Mr. Anderson." The manager emphasized, "It was an accidental car accident. The insurance company will pay the bill. Maybe fifty dollars will be enough."
"But for us, we may have to spend hundreds or thousands of dollars to minimize the impact of this incident."
"It won't be long before the name of 'Dung Restaurant' spreads. By then, we will definitely be greatly affected, but we don't know what we will face next."
The manager was very smart, otherwise he would not have been able to improve the restaurant's business so quickly, so he knew even more clearly that this kind of confrontation was meaningless for the restaurant.
"Today it is a dung cart, what will it be tomorrow, and what will it be the day after tomorrow?"
"Forgive me for not taking your side on this matter, Mr. Anderson, if the person who lent you the money doesn't want the money anymore and takes out more money to retaliate against you like this."
"Everything you put into this restaurant will be for nothing."
"As long as you continue to open your doors to welcome customers, you will always be at a disadvantage in such confrontations."
"We've both seen each other's methods, and I've talked to you about this. If you can't resolve this, I plan to resign after this week."
Mr. Anderson wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
"I respect your decision, Mr. Anderson. I know you have your own persistence. I can't change you. I can only change myself."
He forced a smile, patted Mr. Anderson on the arm, and walked out the door to direct the apprentices and waiters to clean up.
We can't wait for the city administration to arrange people to clean up. We must make the streets look less bad as soon as possible.
The reporters in the distance were taking photos crazily and it was impossible to stop them, so the manager never thought about chatting with them.
Mr. Anderson sat in a chair, lit a cigarette and supported his head.
He knew that what the manager said was right. If they continued like this, it wouldn't be long before no one would come to eat.
It's not just about being targeted. Guests are afraid of getting in trouble. Who wants to deal with gangs?
If their car gets smashed or they get beaten up because they come to eat, it's not worth it for people who can afford to spend 20 or 30 yuan on a meal!
Even if he gave out a bunch of 9.9 dollar wine tickets, people wouldn't take advantage of it.
but...
He turned around and watched the manager roll up his sleeves and join the cleaning. He watched him use a hose to flush the manure out of the lawn. He watched everyone sweating profusely as they worked so hard...
Suddenly, he seemed to have aged a little at this moment, and even his waist, which had never been bent, became hunched.
At this moment, he had made his decision.
Just when he was about to raise the funds, he suddenly heard footsteps. Lance walked in from outside with a look of disgust on his face and covering his mouth and nose.
Alberto had originally planned to come over as well. He wanted to see with his own eyes the old man bow his head in front of him, but Lance asked him to wait in the cafe.
The smell here is too strong and it will dirty his pair of leather shoes that cost more than a hundred dollars.
He didn't care whether the smell was strong or not, but he really cared about his leather shoes, so he agreed to Lance's request.
The moment he saw Lance, even though Mr. Anderson had made a compromise, he was still very excited and stood up immediately.
Lance looked at him with eyes wide open, as if he wanted to eat him up. He smiled and greeted him without any worry, "Mr. Anderson, it looks like you are in big trouble."
"You are the biggest trouble I have ever met!" He even walked over and grabbed Lance's collar, raising his fist. The cigarette he exhaled hit Lance's chest, sending out some sparks.
The manager who rushed back from outside hugged Mr. Anderson tightly. The old man was so strong that he almost couldn't hold him.
While he was trying to stop Mr. Anderson from using force, he asked Lance to take a few steps back, but Lance didn't do that.
"You can hit me, Mr. Anderson, but have you ever considered what price you will have to pay after you hit me here today?"
Lance looked at him calmly. This threat might be just the most insignificant one in his colorful life.
"I guarantee you, your restaurant will go out of business, and not just the restaurant."
"You, your wife, and your family will not be able to survive in the Federation because you hit me."
"You can think I'm joking with you, or you can think I'm just trying to be brave and say something scary. You can try it."
"Maybe the next time the level of Angel Lake rises, it will have something to do with you and your family."
He just stood there, without even any intention of hiding, and even the look in his eyes became completely different from before.
Every time Lance appeared in front of him before, including just now, he had a kind of...playful and frivolous feeling, like a very common street bug.
Lowly, vile, disgusting.
But when his eyes changed, they gave people an indescribable, heartfelt fear, as if what he said was true.
The raised fist was finally put down, and the manager quickly said some nice words with a smile.
Lance adjusted his collar and flicked the ash off his chest.
The cigarette butt left a black spot on the clothes. It looked like the fabric was burned. The clothes had to be replaced.
"I wanted to have a nice talk with you, but you obviously don't have that awareness."
"Mr. Anderson, this is my final ultimatum to you. I just want you to realize one thing about the games these days."
"You don't have the ability to bear all the consequences, but we do."
"If you don't wake up, then what happens next may be something none of us want to see, and it won't be my responsibility to handle it anymore."
The manager quickly said something flattering, "Mr. Anderson and I have talked, and he is willing to give you all the money, including the principal and interest, but we are a little short of money now."
Lance smiled, "We are all adults. We know what we should and shouldn't do."
"Mr. Coty lent you a hand when you needed help, but you betrayed his kindness."
"Get the money ready, then give him a call and apologize, and everything will be back to normal."
"If you don't do this, you'll get some peace, but I promise it'll be the last peace!"
As he spoke, the serious expression on his face was replaced by a relaxed look, and an unpredictable smile appeared on his face. "Okay, I've said everything I need to say. It stinks here. I have to go."
"You damaged my clothes. I will send you a bill in two days. I hope you will check your mailbox."
Without giving the manager a chance to retain him, Lance left.
When he returned to the cafe, he told Alberto what happened. Alberto was so excited that he couldn't sit still. He stood up and walked back and forth a few steps. "That's great, Lance. Why don't you come over and help me?"
This was the first time he formally invited Lance to work for him, and the work was done so beautifully!
It is not illegal and the cost is not high. Compared with 5,000 yuan, even if he takes out 3,000 yuan, he doesn't think it is a loss if he can get his capital back.
But in fact, he has only spent less than 500 yuan so far. Even if he has to pay Lance 500 yuan in return, it is less than 1,000 yuan, and he still has a profit of 2,000 yuan.
The most important thing is to feel relieved!
For someone who can lend out 200,000 yuan, the 5,000 yuan business is not important. What is important is whether he feels relieved.
Now, he felt better and the more he looked at Lance, the more he liked him. He wanted Lance to work for him.
But it was obvious that Lance would not agree.
"Let's talk about it after a while. I haven't decided what to do in the future yet."
Alberto knew this was a rejection, but he took into consideration the dignity of both parties. He did not blame or feel bad for Lance. He just hugged him and said, "I respect your decision, Lance."
Lance also gave him what he wanted, "Mr. Anderson will call you tomorrow afternoon at the latest to apologize to you and beg for your forgiveness..."