shadow empire

Anderson sat on a chair in the alley and smoked a cigarette. He liked the leisure time after the busy day, even though it was only for a moment.

In the past two years, business in LOS City has not been that good. The whole federation and even the whole world know that LOS City is creating an economic myth. Countless "adventurers" and "gold diggers" have come here from all over the world.

The most common ones are illegal immigrants.

At that time, the Federation had thirty-six states and hundreds of cities, but most of those who smuggled into the Federation came to LOS City, which actually explained the actual situation here.

If they hadn't been attracted by the strong smell of ink, how could they have come here across the ocean? Did they

really just come to contribute to the construction of the Federation?

No, they all come here to find their own miracle.

A large number of people from all walks of life have flocked here, making LOS City's commercial competitiveness extremely fierce. With fierce competition, profits will become lower and lower, and other problems will have to be faced.

Last year, the restaurant encountered some minor problems. First, his partner broke up with him, and he gave all the money he had left to the other party in exchange for 100% of the restaurant's shares.

Secondly, his wife had an accident and fell.

The insurance company refused to pay her any expenses on the grounds that she did not proactively disclose that her blood pressure was slightly high when she purchased the insurance.

At the same time, they could not provide proof that they developed hypertension after purchasing the insurance.

Therefore, the insurance company had reason to believe that her fall was directly related to high blood pressure, and that she concealed her medical history, which led to this result. Therefore, they refused to pay compensation and even filed a lawsuit for this.

Needless to say, they lost the case.

This is also the most infuriating part!

According to the insurance policy, the insurance company only needed to pay him an insurance premium of about 8,000 yuan, but they would rather spend more than 10,000 yuan to sue him than full-fill the contract and give them the money.

In the end, not only did he not receive any compensation, he also had to pay for his medical treatment himself, as well as pay for litigation fees.

He had no money at that time.

He went to the bank to apply for a loan because he had just concluded a lawsuit with the insurance company. The bank argued that his loan application was an abnormally risky one and required a strict review process, which would take at least a month before the loan could be approved.

He had no money at the time, and he had to get money as soon as possible to keep the restaurant going and to cover some family expenses, so he eventually gave up the idea of ​​borrowing from the bank.

Then, with the introduction of his friends, he found several financial companies. Those greedy hyenas hoped to swallow up his assets and tried to get shares in his restaurant for just a few thousand dollars.

Finally he found Lez Company. Although the interest rate was slightly higher, the other party did not ask him to mortgage anything, nor did they covet his restaurant.

After one year of operation, the restaurant's situation finally improved, especially recently his newly recruited manager gave him a series of marketing suggestions, which kept the restaurant popular.

He had just taken out 400 yuan in the morning to purchase advertising space for Today's LOS, and was planning to rent the storefront next to the restaurant to expand his business.

Although he received calls repeatedly hoping that he would full-fill the contract and pay the principal and the interest that had stopped being calculated to Lez Company, he never agreed.

The expansion of the restaurant requires money, marketing requires money, and he also plans to live a luxurious life relying on this restaurant for the rest of his life. At this critical moment, how could he possibly satisfy Alberto, a bastard whose mind is only focused on money?

He only borrowed two thousand yuan, but was asked to pay back five thousand yuan. He had never seen such a high interest rate before. He refused to pay back the money and did not mind suing the other party.

One is a positive restaurant owner who works hard to change his situation, and the other is a social scum hiding in the sewers and making money from grey business. His lawyer told him to ignore Lez Finance Company completely.

If a lawsuit is filed, the money the financial company spends on the lawsuit will far exceed the amount that can be recovered, and it is not certain that it will win.

If they dare to do whatever they want without filing a lawsuit, we can just sue them and make them pay compensation.

So just drag it on.

With the lawyer's guarantee that there would be no problem with the matter, Mr. Anderson naturally would not be willing to return the hard-earned five thousand dollars to Alberto.

I borrowed the money with my own ability, so why should I pay it back?

The vast majority of people who don't pay back their debts have this mentality.

Just as he was thinking about how to negotiate the house next door in the next two days, the manager suddenly ran over and said, "Mr. Anderson, there was an accident in the restaurant."

Anderson turned to look at him. "Anyone's boots on fire?"

He was signaling to the manager that he was running in a hurry, but the manager knew that now was not the time to chat about high and lowbrow matters with Mr. Anderson.

"A customer found a cockroach in his soup. To make matters worse, he bit the cockroach in half and vomited it all over the place..."

Mr. Anderson was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up, threw his cigarette on the ground and walked into the restaurant.

When he arrived at the restaurant, his blood pressure suddenly rose a lot. The sour smell of vomit in the air made most people stop eating.

People were talking around the table. On the table was a snow-white napkin with two and a half cockroaches on it.

Judging from their condition, they should be able to be pieced together into one.

Anderson has been working in restaurants all his life, starting as an apprentice when he was young, then working as a cook, and finally as head chef at a well-known restaurant.

It was not until a few years ago that I saved some money and decided to be a chef and also my own boss, which led to the establishment of this restaurant.

He regards this restaurant as more important than his own life!

Having encountered many things related to restaurants in his youth, he knew how to handle this situation.

While asking his employees to clean up the sour and smelly vomit on the floor, he walked towards Lance. Just as he was about to wrap the two cockroaches with a napkin, Lance stood between him and the cockroaches and asked, "You want to destroy the evidence?"

Anderson felt his scalp tingling under the scrutiny of the people around him. "I just want to solve the problem. If you don't mind, we can talk in my office. I believe we can get along well."

Almost everyone could see that he was implying that "I can solve it with money", and Lance could see it too.

So his voice suddenly became much higher, "Do you think I want to blackmail you?"

"My friend and I came to your restaurant for dinner and now we have a cockroach in our mouth, and you think we are trying to blackmail us?"

"If you really want to talk to us about this, you should talk to us here in front of everyone. After all, we are not the only victims. Maybe there are other victims here, but they don't know it themselves."

Lance's words changed Anderson's expression, and the expressions of the other guests who were watching the fun also became unnatural.

If a cockroach crawled into someone else's soup, did it mean that the tableware they used, the food they ate or didn't eat, might also have been crawled by cockroaches?

Immediately, someone was dissatisfied and asked to call the police and ask the health department to come and check.

If a restaurant is reported to have food hygiene issues, it will definitely be a huge blow!

And he just bought the ad!

Although it seemed inevitable that the news would spread, Anderson still didn't want it to become too big a deal.

He glanced at the two cockroaches and hated the two young men in charge of cleaning in the kitchen so much that they felt a hole in their hearts.

He whispered twice in the manager's ear, and the manager walked to the side where the crowd was watching, blocking their sight. "I'm sorry that the accident that happened today has brought a bad influence to everyone. Mr. Anderson just told me that everyone's lunch today will be free..."

Mr. Anderson also noticed Erwin's attire at this time.

He didn't look like someone who could dine in such a high-end restaurant, so Mr. Anderson became more certain of his guess that these two people were here to cause trouble.

With this thought in mind, he began to wonder whether the cockroach came from his kitchen.

However, he also knew that this was not the time to discuss whether these two people were here to blackmail him. He had to first resolve the current health crisis and trust crisis.

He lowered his voice slightly and did not try to touch the cockroach again. "One hundred dollars, I apologize to you, and this matter ends here."

"I know who you are and what you want to do. One hundred dollars is not a small amount. Don't push me too far..."

Erwin said, nauseous and retching, "One hundred dollars can't buy my personality!"

Lance just looked at him, not showing any sign of compromise. Mr. Anderson took a deep breath and said, "Two hundred. This is the last price I can offer..."

"five hundred."

"This is blackmail, extortion. Aren't you afraid that I will call the police?"

Lance raised his hand and pressed Erwin's back, "You scared me. I don't want a penny now..."

Erwin gagging again, even louder.

Mr. Anderson pursed his lips, cursing Lance in his heart, but finally gave in, "Four hundred dollars."

"make a deal!"

Lance made way, and Mr. Anderson grabbed the napkin, wrapped the cockroach corpse on it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

The manager next to him had almost dealt with the situation. When Mr. Anderson and Lance were discussing compensation, he said, "These two people came to blackmail us. What they did was too much and beyond our imagination. So the restaurant will apologize to you for what happened today, and all the expenses will be waived."

"And, next time you come, you can use this card to get a bottle of wine worth ten dollars from us." He gave each person a card with his signature, which stated the purpose of the card.

The wine he gave away was priced on the menu at nine dollars and ninety-nine cents, but its actual cost was less than five dollars.

On the surface, giving away a bottle of wine will result in a loss of ten dollars, but those who come for this ten-dollar bottle of wine will definitely not only order food worth three or five dollars.

As long as the price of the food they order is more than 20 yuan, including the free bottle of wine, it cannot be said that we make no profit at all, but it can only be said that the profit is not much.

The manager handled the matter smoothly. Most people accepted his explanation, but some people remained skeptical.

When they saw the guest who had eaten the cockroach leave with Mr. Anderson, they realized that the matter was over.

But it's not quite over yet…