I was determined to be bad, but I went straight to the Basketball Hall of Fame

Chapter 135 Red-Headed Boots (Second Change)

On January 2010, 1, another New Year's game day in Los Angeles, the Staples Center will naturally be busy.

Because there will be a very high-profile Los Angeles Derby tonight, the Lakers are at home, and the Clippers are away. The staff will start preparing for the evening's game very early.

The first to get busy was not the cleaners, the floor loaders, or the equipment maintenance workers, but the back kitchen of the restaurant.

Tens of thousands of spectators watch a game, and they will eat thousands of hamburgers, tens of thousands of French fries, hundreds of pairs of chicken wings, hundreds of pizzas, a large number of cookies, cakes, Cheese, and thousands of drinks.

In order to ensure the freshness of the food, the ingredients in the Staples restaurant are delivered on time in the morning, and the restaurant staff began to process and prepare these ingredients early in the morning.

Near the start of the game, around four or five o'clock, it is necessary to cook non-stop to provide fans with a steady stream of energy for watching the game.

Fast food and buffets are the mainstream here, and all restaurants are open, on the top floor, communicating with the arena.

Fans can sit in the railing seats, eat and watch the game - of course, the top floor is so high that watching the players below is like watching ants.

Box after box of meatloaf, pancakes, fried chicken, potato chips, and onion rings were delivered by trucks to the unloading area, and then sent by porters to the warehouse of the restaurant above.

A Ford cold chain truck stopped at the unloading area of ​​the Staples Center. The driver, a small, middle-aged man with dark hair, got out of the truck and opened the truck box with two porters.

"Hurry up, take all these steaks off, hurry up, put them on the elevator, hurry up... clumsy, hold on tight, Christopher is waiting."

The hands and feet of the two porters were already very fast, but this little man was impatient and kept rushing behind him.

These steaks were transported from Texas by cold chain, sliced ​​and processed in the processing plant, and delivered to customers in Los Angeles non-stop.

The little man is named Daniel Rossi. He used to do garbage transportation and processing work, and now he is engaged in fresh food delivery by the way.

From fresh steaks and salmon to moldy and smelly kitchen waste, they all belong to the scope of his transportation work.

Of course, he didn't do this when he was young, but followed Christopher as a highway robber.

He was part of the 1992 robbery of a container truck in Long Beach, but he escaped justice by running away.

After 2000, I started a relatively serious business, but my irritable personality has not changed much.

Leading the porters to the top floor, Rossi looked at the mall-like decoration inside Staples and the open restaurant structure, and spat, "Is this a fucking place to eat? Only low-class people work in such a place." place to eat, no wonder black people like to watch basketball..."

Christopher's restaurant is located in the back, and it has been five days since it opened on January 1st. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is open or not.

There is no ribbon-cutting ceremony, grand opening ceremony, etc. The business strategy of the Staples Center is self-operated plus rental.

The center has its own catering center, which provides VIP customers with various high-end catering in the form of buffet, and the rest of the shops are leased to brands or individuals.

For example, fast food brands McDonald's, Five guys, etc., and individual operators who rent shops like Christopher.

In other words, Christopher not only has to compete with other stores, but also competes with the food and beverage center in the center while paying rent to the Staples Center.

The location of Christopher's shop is relatively remote, the area is large and the rent is expensive, so several operators have been changed.

There are four professional teams playing here in Staples, and there are games almost every day, so there is no need to worry about no business.

It's just that whether the business is good or bad depends on your taste and accumulated reputation.

It must have been a bit difficult at first, but Christopher was not discouraged.

The Clippers gave him a full $50, which is a lot of money.

He can use the best ingredients, the best staff, and cook the most attentive Italian dishes.

"Hey Christopher, Christopher!"

Rosie entered the back kitchen and knocked on the door louder than a truck horn.

With his thin body, maybe half of his nutrition was used to develop his vocal cords.

"Stop yelling Daniel, has this batch of steaks been delivered?"

Christopher Antolini came out of the back kitchen in a white chef's suit.

He's both annoying and helpless with Daniel Rossi, who is blustering.

It's annoying because this guy is always open-minded. It's a miracle of life that he survived to this day and didn't squat in the police until he died or was shot and killed.

No way, because this guy really has the ability to get good steaks at a relatively cheap price.

As for how the steak came from, whether it was stolen or robbed, whether it was legal or not, as long as it wasn't crazy beef, he didn't care.

Anyway, if it gets into the stomachs of the fans, it's impossible to spit it out.

"It's here, how can I forget what you ordered? Wowo, let me see, Christopher, Long Beach Red Boots, is wearing a white chef's uniform and started cooking steak today, quack quack!"

Rosie laughed like a duck, and Christopher pulled him aside and said, "Can you keep your voice down? I'm afraid people don't know what I used to do? Long Beach Red Boots, that was all years ago Already!"

Rossi spread her hands and said, "What are you afraid of, an old guy like you, do you think anyone knows what happened at that time? You've come out, it doesn't matter anymore, who the hell cares?"

"You can shut up and say a few words less. Next time you deliver steaks, let your subordinates come. Don't come up!"

"Don't be like this Christopher, you're on the right track now, it's a good thing, I'm happy for you, happy for you, you know? It's great to have a decent job, so you don't have to worry about being old and dead on the street."

"Look here again, Staples Center, full of Hollywood and NBA celebrities, Kobe, Gasol, what else, Nicholson! You will get to know them and let them taste the power of your red boots ~ oh No, no, it's not red boots, it's your Italian pizza and steak tonic, I know you're going to be hot, yes, definitely, really. You're going to have your own branch."

Although Rossi is noisy, his blessings to his friends are sincere.

Few of those who did their job when they were young came to a good end.

Either sitting in prison, or lying dead on the street, and even life and death are uncertain.

It is not known where it was buried, or it was thrown into the sea and fed to fish.

These people who survived will cherish the lives of ordinary people very much.

"Thank you, friend, for your kind words. But in the future, don't call me Red Boots again."

"Okay, red boots, quack quack!"

Christopher was called Red Boots because he was always kicking people with his leather shoes until they vomited blood.

The blood on the toe of the leather shoe became a red-headed boot.

(End of this chapter)