A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 65 Conflict Between Gangs

In the shadow of the church, Morikou handed Donald a USB drive.

Donald looked at him inexplicably.

Senguang explained: "There is an installation file package inside. You can copy one to all the employees of the mutual aid association."

"There is an app for internal employees and a takeaway app. In detail, I have already drawn up a copy and put it in our USB flash drive."

"What you have to do now is to arrange some people to be takeaway riders, some people to go outside to distribute leaflets promoting our food delivery app, and another to promote our food delivery software through restaurant customers."

Senguang's face was buried in the shadows. "No matter how good an idea is, it takes time to brew before it can reap benefits."

"So we don't need to worry about it in the early stage, but once we get a lot of money, our ideas and our business will attract real wolves and tigers. But you don't need to worry, before those wolves and tigers threaten us, they……"

"You must die first."

……

At noon the next day, Senguang found Alfred. Alfred was instructing the maids to open the windows, ventilate the corridors on the third and fourth floors, and use fresh gardenia petals to scent the corridors.

Moriguang handed Alfred a glass of boiled water. "Thank you, Alfred, how is our... how is our exhibition going?"

After Alfred drank the water. "Well, at least you are more polite than Master Bruce when directing people to do things."

"Master Eaton, I have already found someone to stir up those three paintings in the East End."

"After the confirmation of the National Art Association and the Gotham City Painters Guild, those three paintings are recognized as the works of Tang Yin, a great poet of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, and Wu Daozi, a painter. Of course, in order to achieve what you want, young master We still need to find more experts to help us stir up the exhibition.”

Sen Guang's eyes lit up, "Thank you very much. By the way, don't let Bruce know."

He whispered to Alfred: "I can't tell you the reason yet, but I believe that a serious person like Grandpa Alfred will definitely do what he says."

Alfred said helplessly, "Of course, Young Master Eaton."

On the other side, something happened in Shen's restaurant today.

In the morning, people came and went as usual.

Although the guests were wondering why they had to scan an app with their mobile phones when eating, they saw that they could get a free meal by swiping the QR code, and they could get a free meal by sharing the QR code with people who had never installed the app before. Of course, I am happy to swipe the QR code.

But in the afternoon, a group of white men with tattooed arms walked in.

Their eyes were fierce, and the employees knew that nothing good happened when they saw this group of people coming in.

But people came in and ordered the menu as usual, and they had no reason to push people out.

Sure enough, halfway through the meal, the white man at the table suddenly slapped the table. A bald white man picked up a beer bottle on the table and smashed it on the ground. Everyone in the restaurant was shocked.

The bald white man and his friends showed their fierce looks.

"Call your boss out. The meat of this salmon is so unpalatable, it must be expired fish."

"Can this be eaten by humans? Tell your boss to come out and let him eat this fish by himself."

His friends booed, one by one stepped on the stool or spit and moved.

"These dishes are not delicious at all. I think there is a quality problem."

"Do you still want to open a shop?"

Although the rest of the guests think they are fierce, they will be somewhat shaken when they question the bad dishes.

Consumers are certainly prone to suspicion.

A waiter rushed over and heard them say that the fish was not tasty, the lion head was unknown, the preserved eggs were black and horrible, and the fried wontons were old and hard.

The waiters looked honest and honest, and immediately raised their triangular eyes and pulled up their sleeves one by one.

"Are you here to eat, or to fart?"

"I think these people are here to make trouble."

"What! We are customers, and you treat customers like this. It seems that your business is too good, and you have completely forgotten your business."

"Your food is not good, change the food, change the food."

Seeing that they were surrounded, several white people showed their white teeth excitedly. They didn't come to eat at all, but their boss saw that the business here was so good that he didn't pay protection fees to their gang, so he asked them to come over to make trouble.

It's good to fight, and everyone doesn't need to do business after fighting.

Besides, what’s wrong with just these few waiters? How can they make a difference?
Anyway, as long as there is a fight here today, you will lose money, and the two stains of bullying customers and defective dishes will be blamed on this Chinese restaurant.

Donald appeared in the front hall, coughed a few times, and quickly took over the atmosphere.

Hearing the arguments, he already understood the situation, and immediately stopped the impulsive mutual aid members, and said to a few white people: "It seems that you have higher requirements for the quality of the dishes."

"The ingredients used in our restaurant are all the best, and there is no such thing as what some of you said. However, we are happy to change the dishes for you until the guests are satisfied."

The members of the Mutual Aid Association behind were anxious, and a few old Chinese hesitated to speak, thinking that the manager didn't see that these white people were scoundrels.

But these white people making trouble are getting more and more proud.

It turns out that the people in this store are just a bunch of flamboyant and soft buns, they just look fierce, but they are so cowardly.

The bald white man said, "Okay, change all the dishes on the table for me."

"Of course, of course." Donald smiled.

After 5 minutes, the back kitchen took out the prepared dishes.

As soon as these dishes were brought out, they were overturned by the white bald man and fell to the ground. The expressions of other customers in the restaurant suddenly changed.

The white bald man looked at Donald proudly. "No, come again."

Donald's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes flashed funny. "Okay, let's go to another table."

The third time the dish was served, it was overturned again.

At this time, the customers in the store and the people watching outside the store all understood.

This is not because the food in the Chinese restaurant is faulty. They are clearly looking for trouble, and they are very rogue.

The attitude of the shopkeepers is so good, they are not human.

The bald man slapped the table and yelled loudly. "No, come again, there is something wrong with the food in your restaurant."

"I think you have a problem."

The bald man stared angrily, but was shocked to find that the person who was yelling at him was not an employee of the Chinese restaurant, but a customer inside the store.

A black aunt looked at him like she was a fool, which hurt the bald white man's self-esteem. "How many times have you eaten such good food? I think you only deserve to stay at home and eat instant noodles with your cheap pepper."

"pig."

The white bald man said angrily: "Shut up, you!"

The customers immediately became angry.

"This restaurant only charges you so much, I don't think it charges a penny, right? You guys eat and drink for nothing here, and you still slander others."

"Hey, boy, I know your mother. Let me tell you, I was recently laid off by the company and had no money to eat. This restaurant saved me. If you let me and my son have no food, I will find your mother. Let her beat you up."

"You bastards, get out."

The white gangster at the table was horrified to find that everyone in the restaurant was yelling at them.

A mess of people surrounded them

For a time, they became public enemies.

Donald's smile remained unchanged, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Are these little guys out of their mind?
Come to our store to make trouble?
Do you think our store is here and dare not tear yourself apart?

Do you think you are on the side of the consumers? As long as you bite your tongue and say there is something wrong with our food, other consumers will also side with you?
After satisfying your unreasonable demands many times, everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.

And now, the steelyard is on our side.

Donald spoke calmly, completely making them stink. "I take it you guys are gang members from the neighborhood, right?"

"Why do you want to eat the Overlord meal in this way because you don't have money to pay?"

Several white people became angry with embarrassment, and now they have no way out, they can only bite to death and say that there is clearly a problem with the food.

But at this moment, there was a roar in the kitchen, and a Chinese man wearing a chef's costume and a white chef's hat rushed out with two kitchen knives in his hand.

Hua Dongxiong quickly found the target: "Which dog said that my cooking is not good?"

When he first came to the mutual aid association, he was complained by customers. This was a slap in the face.

In front of the big boss, he slapped him in the face severely.

Donald hurried forward to persuade: "Brother Hua, I can handle this matter well."

"You can handle this shit. If you insult my cooking, you are insulting my character!"

The two knives flew out. Hua Dongxiong held the two knives and flew out several dazzling knives. Then the two knives hit the white people who were making trouble.

"Death to me!"

When the white men saw two kitchen knives flying out of their eyes, their faces turned pale with fright.

This……

How could this chef be so fierce?

If you say kill someone, you will kill someone, and you don't even have time to react.

The bald white man reacted quickly and immediately raised the barbecue iron plate next to him to block it. Who knew that the kitchen knife cut the iron plate 7 or 8 times in a row.

At this time, another knife swept towards the bald white man like a gust of wind, and the bald white man couldn't avoid it.

ah ah ah ah...

He is dead.

Just then, a hand grabbed the terrifying kitchen knife.

The bald white man's eyes were about to pop out, looking at the thin Chinese standing in front of him, it was the Chinese manager who was particularly easy to bully and talkative! !

He... He actually took a kitchen knife that could chop rotten carbon steel plates with his bare hands.

Is that human being?
Then why was he so polite to us before.

Several white people looked at each other, feeling that Donald's smile just now was terrifying.

That is clearly the tears of the crocodile and the smile of the tiger.

Donald used the magic dragon claw technique to defeat Hua Dongxiong's violent wind sword technique. His face was serious, "Brother Hua, you are so powerful. You have mastered the violent wind sword technique to a small degree in just two days. But give me face, these people don't care." How to put it, they are all customers in our store, so you can't go out with injuries."

"Guests? I think they are all dogs." Hua Dongxiong slammed a kitchen knife on the dining table, frightening the white men to jump up on the spot, and one hand turned into a lion's fist and smashed at Donald like a boulder. "Anyone who insults me is like killing my parents."

"It's been 40 years, and no one has dared to talk to me like this, saying that my food is unpalatable."

"die!"

The Lion Fist was so powerful that Donald's face darkened, and he used the Immortal Seal to forcefully receive the punch.

Donald was forced to retreat by the force of the fist, and kept backing, finally leaning his back on the dining table behind him. As soon as Hua Dongxiong's 40 years of kung fu was ready, the entire dining table behind Donald, including the glass, exploded and burst.

Donald fell into the cracked table.

"I'm sorry, manager." Hua Dongxiong walked up to the bald white man with a kitchen knife in one hand. At this time, the bald man had already collapsed to the ground in fright, trembling all over, not knowing what was wrong.

slap~
A knife stuck in the ground.

Hua Dongxiong grabbed his neck.

"Help~Help, manager, get up quickly, he is going to hit me, help~uh~"

His neck was pinched and he made duck calls, but he couldn't make a sound.

Hua Dongxiong's face was grim, "What the hell are you saying that my food is not delicious!! You have the guts to say it again in front of me, say it again! Ah? My food is not good? Not good? Why don't you give it to me today? Tell me why, and I will cripple your hands and feet."

The other white people making trouble were too frightened to speak.

Is that human being?
Is this still Chinese?Then they remember the timid and fearful Chinese who are smaller than monkeys?

Are you still a chef?

Seeing the violent chef Hua Dongxiong wearing a chef hat and uniform, with a hideous face and holding a kitchen knife, they suddenly felt that they came to this Chinese restaurant...

If you come to this mutual aid association to make trouble, you are looking for death.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the waiters tried to persuade Chef Hua.

But Hua Dongxiong didn't listen at all. When they saw Donald get up from the ground, they pulled out daggers from the broom, nails from his clothes, seedling knives from under the bench, and even a waiter broke a table leg and took out a knife from inside. Roller Knife.

They surrounded Hua Dongxiong and asked him to stop.

Donald's eyes darkened. "I'm still the person in charge of this store!"

"Don't forget, I may not be able to beat you, but you are my master's apprentice. You are 40 years older than me, so you still call me brother. Don't forget that this is my master's shop. If you dare to destroy the mutual aid association's business, you The eternal sinner of our mutual aid society."

He roared loudly, and all the guests in the house were moved. "As long as he enters this restaurant to eat, he is our customer. As long as he enters our restaurant, we will protect him from losing a hair."

"Not even a single hair should be missing."

A bunch of helpers came out of the back kitchen, a few of them were hesitant, but most of them actually stood by Hua Dongxiong.

The two sides stalemate, this is a duel between the waiter and the chef.

At the counter, a member of the female mutual aid club charged with a smile, "ah, this order is free, ma'am. I'm sorry, I let you see this kind of thing, please rest assured, all the customers who come to our store, even if it is not good to hug Those who care deeply will be protected by our mutual aid association.”

The black aunt went out crying.

Picking up a bunch of free napkins by the way, she said she has never been valued and treated like she is today.

This restaurant is now the whole of her life.

On the other hand, Hua Dongxiong didn't care about what happened behind him.

He gave some white punks a choice.

"Either eat all the food on the ground, or leave an arm today."

None of the white gangsters had seen this battle before.

Coming from a small gang, they have never seen what it means to live on the edge of a knife.

They hurriedly knelt on the ground, pawing the food on the ground with both hands, even if it was already dark, they didn't care.

eat!
They have to eat, and they only have one hand if they don't.

This chef is definitely not talking big, this restaurant is simply a gang base.

The bald white man cried and ate, and said: "We were wrong, we didn't dare to mess with the bosses, sorry, sorry."

Soon, their stomachs would burst after eating, and their movements became slower and slower, but they were still eating.

Hua Dongxiong sneered: "Whoever dares to spit it out for me, I will beat him to pulp with a kitchen knife today."

He turned to Donald and bowed, apologetically.

Donald waved his hand to show that he didn't care, and he walked up to some white gangsters. "Tell me, which gang is it from?"

"You actually messed with our Mutual Aid Club, huh?!"

The bald white man felt infinite sorrow in his heart that he was actually...a serious gang.

There is no way for them to go to heaven, and no way to hell.

These chefs and waiters, shouldn't they all be killers? The restaurant is just their part-time job, and evening is the time to do their real work.

Thinking of this, the bald white man became more and more frightened, so he recruited them all at once.

He was afraid that he would bring himself to death.

(End of this chapter)