shadow empire

The restaurant was filled with a foul smell throughout the whole afternoon, and many people gathered around to watch the fun.

There has never been a shortage of people watching the fun in the Federation, and watching the fun is human nature.

When you see others encounter unexpected events or misfortunes, you will feel a sense of happiness from the inside out.

At noon, the restaurant only received three tables of guests, and when the guests left, they gave the manager very severe accusations. Because of the restaurant, they had a very unpleasant lunch and they would most likely not come again next time.

In order to retain these customers, the manager had to give them a free meal and a wine voucher.

You can use it next time you come.

I have to say that the manager is indeed a good marketer. Even though these people say they will never come again, as long as they have this coupon, they will definitely come!

If watching the fun is the nature of the federal people, then taking advantage is also the nature.

The manager decided to have a good talk with Mr. Anderson, and just after one o'clock, he had the shop closed and had two apprentices stand at the door with water pipes.

If those people come here to shit, just flush away the faeces. There is no need to stop them, just let them shit.

This kind of thing cannot be stopped and may even lead to greater unrest. It is better to just let them suffer their due.

The knocks on the door made Mr. Anderson look up. He glanced at the manager standing by the door. He wiped his face with a look of frustration and said, "Sit anywhere."

This is his lounge, and the floor is littered with cigarette butts. Actually, he is not a heavy smoker, but what happened in the past few days made him always want to find something to relieve his sorrow.

The manager came in and offered Mr. Anderson a cigarette. "We need to have a good talk about this debt of yours."

Mr. Anderson was a little ashamed that the manager did not give him a chance. "If the restaurant can't continue to operate normally, I will resign next week."

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

"But now our concepts and ideas are in conflict."

"You caused the restaurant to fail because of your personal reasons, and we can't compromise on this issue, which conflicts with your invitation to me and my work here."

"I have no reason or need to stay, Mr. Anderson, although I have expressed my gratitude to you, and I will continue to be grateful for the help you have given me."

Mr. Anderson sighed heavily, "I can't come up with that much money right now. This is almost equal to our profit for half a year."

It has actually been nearly half a year since the manager took over the business, and he has only made around 4,000 to 5,000 yuan, part of which was used to pay off other people's debts.

The remaining part was used to do various marketing activities as required by the manager, which made the restaurant's business and reputation start to snowball.

He now has less than 2,000 yuan in his hand and he can't pay off the debt at all.

The manager knew something about the restaurant's business situation. He lowered his voice and said, "You can mortgage your house to the bank."

"Restaurant business is very good now. If it is not affected any further, the bank will give you a loan."

"They are more greedy, so if you have profitability and repayment ability, they will definitely lend you money."

"The interest on this loan will be much lower. We can use part of it to pay back Mr. Alberto, and with the rest we can rent the next door and continue to expand our business."

Mr. Anderson's house is located in the outer ring road. It is a detached house with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters. However, because it is a little far from the city centre and it is an old house, the price is not high.

He asked someone to take a look at it, and last year, those people thought that the house was valued at a maximum of 12,000 yuan, and that he could get a loan of about 7,000 yuan from the bank, which was already the most.

Of course, if he is willing to put in three hundred dollars and do some work, he might be able to get eight thousand dollars, or eight thousand five hundred dollars.

The house was bought by his father, and he inherited it after his father died.

This house was the place where he was born, grew up, and started a family. Until now, he is not very willing to mortgage it.

Seeing Mr. Anderson keeping his head down and remaining silent, the manager knew that he couldn't keep pushing him, as the old man was a bit stubborn.

"I was just giving you a suggestion, Mr. Anderson, but I appreciate everything you did for me regardless."

"And you have to be mentally prepared that the restaurant may not be able to continue operating in the end, and then you will lose more than just a building."

"And your career, dreams, family, life, everything!"

The manager patted Mr. Anderson on the shoulder and left.

He walked outside the restaurant, but since it was closed, no one came to take a shit, which made the manager feel angry and amused, although this method was very unpresentable and childish.

But it is undeniable that it is really useful!

Who the hell is going to eat when they are just about to have a good appetite, and suddenly see someone spraying faeces in the street in front of them, and can still smell the stench, and still maintain their appetite?

Even if they can maintain their appetite, they will not step on the ground that may still be stained with faeces to eat.

The manager actually discovered Lance in the morning, mainly Lance's car.

The car was still parked opposite, so he asked his apprentice to go back and rest, then he walked across the street alone.

In the coffee shop next door, I saw Lance reading a newspaper.

The footsteps startled Lance. He looked up and glanced, then put down the newspaper and invited the manager to sit down. "What would you like to drink?"

The manager glanced back at the menu on the counter. "A classic coffee, please."

Classic coffee refers to the classic coffee that people in the Federation like, with coffee and at least two sugar cubes in milk.

"I'm trying to persuade him to pay back the money." Although the two had never spoken to each other, they did not seem strangers at this time.

Lance pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out and handed it to the manager, "Looks like you didn't make it."

The manager sighed, "He may feel embarrassed, and he doesn't have that much cash."

Lance took a puff of his cigarette and crossed his legs. "Our view of 'rich' is not whether he has corresponding cash. Movable and immovable properties are all manifestations of wealth."

"He has the ability to repay, but he has been refusing to do so. And I heard that the restaurant's business has been very good in the past few months under your auspices."

The waiter brought the coffee. The manager thanked him and took a sip. "Mr. Anderson's dishes are very good, and his apprentices are also good. I just want to give people the opportunity to taste the food he cooks, that's all."

That was a very modest statement, but Lance liked modest people.

"Have you ever thought about changing jobs?"

"I might start a company later and need a manager."

The manager showed some interest, "What type?"

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

The manager's interest visibly waned. "I have no experience in this industry, and I don't have any connections, so I probably can't help you."

Lance didn't feel any regret or anything, he just asked casually and both of them fell silent.

After a long while, the manager suddenly asked, "It's only a few hours before dinner time. Are you still planning to find a homeless person to shit in front of the restaurant to prevent us from opening tonight?"

Lance shook his head. "I had originally planned to do so, but I can see that Mr. Anderson needs someone to push him now, so I decided to try a different approach."

The manager immediately became interested. "What are you going to do?"

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

"If he can make up his mind, I will continue to work here. If he can't make up his mind, I will leave. So no matter what, in the worst case scenario, I will just be a bystander, not a person whose interests are damaged."

Lance kept it a secret, "You'll know soon..."

Seeing that he couldn't get any information out of him, the manager didn't stay any longer. He had to go back and prepare for the restaurant's evening opening.

It was obvious that what had happened in the past few days had caused many people to have doubts about the restaurant. He had to retain these customers while minimizing the impact.

He has some ways to do things like free meals, raffles, gift giving, and even winning the chance to have the chef cook for you.

And Lance called Alberto.

As soon as the phone was connected, I heard his hearty laughter, "I heard, Lance, you had someone poop in front of his restaurant."

"What should I say?"

"Although the means are despicable, the effect is really very good. I am very satisfied!"

"What kind of help do you want this time?"

"Mr. Coty, do you know where to find a manure suction truck?"