Still, Wait For Me

The next day, Sunday.

Xiang Jie slept until noon. Even Xu Tiansheng picked up the meal and threw it directly onto the chair beside the table. He was confused, half eating it himself and half eating it with Xu Tiansheng's hard plugs.

After a long afternoon of homework and dinner, I finally went to school to study with a big packet of snacks in my heart.

I packed up the bowls of chopsticks and took the garbage downstairs with me. It didn't come for a week and it stinked when I put it on hold.

Xu also decided to go back to school to sleep. He had classes on Monday morning. Second, he entered the third year of college. The feeling that there was little left in college life had become stronger and stronger. After all, there was still so much college life in this world that he wanted to learn more about.

He wants to cherish this wonderful time as little as he has left.

On the way back to school, Xu Tiansheng deliberately detoured to see Xiang's restaurant.

The restaurant has a common name: home-cooked dishes.

Not a big pattern. There are more than a dozen rectangular tables for four or six people in the lobby. Xu Tiansheng didn't go in to see them, but it was found that there were guests in and out, and it is estimated that there are several more compartments.

This is a nice location, on the edge of the central area, with a lot of traffic.

As Xiaoxiao said, the restaurant is very busy, there are few seats available, and even if someone eats it, it will be filled immediately. Xu Tinsheng can occasionally see Xiang's father and mother wearing busy clothes. This really doesn't make him the boss.

In contrast, the two restaurants next to him, Xu Tiansheng also observed, some door smelled like a roach, the chef was fine, three or two squatted in front of the door to smoke, and chatted with the same female waitress who had no work to do.

It always seems easy to do this in the catering sector, the more it is in several shops in the same location, because the clearer the comparison, the easier it is to make a huge contrast.

And people also have a psychology, go out to eat, generally go anywhere lively, they are happy to line up, on the contrary, if you are empty, no one dares to come in, the first thought in people's minds is to worry that the ingredients are not fresh.

So this contrast gap tends to get worse and worse over time.

Xu Tiansheng didn't care about these. After watching them for more than 10 minutes, she drove away in peace.

……

……

Not long after Xu Tinsheng left.

In a small restaurant, six men between the ages of 20 and 30 sat on a chair, surrounded by a table full of bottles of wine, who had drunk something crooked, full of dishes, and most of them had seen the bottom.

“How's it going? Are you done? ”

One of the men, in his 30s, held his toothpick in his teeth and asked the others.

“Eat up, Junior. ”

“Eat up, drink up. Hey...”

“It's been a good day...”

The other five responded.

The man known as Brother Jun laughed and dumped his hand and said, "Let's get started. Who brought the stuff today? ”

“Me, I brought it. ”

A young man in his twenties, with a long Zheng Yijian hair, but without a handsome face raised his hand and smiled beautifully. “Brother Jun, I'll do it...”

As he spoke, he pulled a dead cockroach out of his pocket and threw it into a pot of broken soup on the table.

In accordance with the principle that the more dramatic, the more blackmailing, the long-haired man lifted the broken soup of the dead cockroach... closed his eyes and drank... he was going to create the effect that he had accidentally eaten the cockroach into his mouth...

So disgusting? It's disgusting. You can blackmail a little more money if you run at least a few tables.

Dead cockroaches have been floating on the soup face. Long-haired men are almost done with the rest of the little half pot soup. The cockroaches haven't gotten into their mouths yet...

“Take a sip at me!” Brother Jun was impatient and hurried.

The long-haired man obeyed the plan and took a "squeak” sip at the dead cockroach... mumble...

“Spit... and scream..." said Brother Jun.

The long-haired man looked around and finally looked at Brother Jun, timid, with a few innocent words: “I can't throw up... too hard, I swallowed, swallowed...”

“ …… ”

After laughing for a while, Brother Jun said with impatience: “Who else brought it? ”

“I...” The long-haired man continued to raise his hand, “I still have...”

He pulled one out of his pocket, "I have a lot of cockroaches. ”

Pick one up and throw it in the last bit of soup.

This time, he finally made it.

One bite of soup and a cockroach spit on the table, the long-haired man shouted: “Boss, come here... what's going on? You have a cockroach in your dish, you know that? I almost swallowed it, you know? ”

“Yeah, what's going on? ”

“Boss...”

“You guys are disgusting...”

“You've seen the hygiene, can you eat it? ”

The rest of them stood up at the table and shouted at each other.

“For the third time, Mom X's old man fought with them. ”

Xiang Jia's restaurant partner, Uncle Niu in Xiao Jiao's mouth is a man in his forties with a big waist. As he said, for the third time, this is the third time that the same gang of bastards have deliberately disrupted and blackmailed...

Bear once, bear twice, admit mistakes, apologize, lose money, how can a grandson come...

The angry old cow couldn't stand it anymore. The scout drew a kitchen knife from the bottom of the cabinet, staring at his eyes and jumping over him.

Xiang Da hurry and give him a hug.

“You really took the knife, not only the store is over, but you're finished too... we all know what these people are like, and the neighborhood customers know it, don't worry they won't believe it. Seeking money, can't do it. Let's wait and see what we can do...”

Xiang Da whispered and persuaded.

“What can be done? This fucking army is the most famous blackhead in the area, hired by the two houses next door, who doesn't know? But we called the police. What did the police say? They say they can't handle it either. There's no proof. What else can we do? Sooner or later, they'll destroy us, so why don't we just have a little fun? ”

The old cow's knife was snatched away and his fists snapped.

These people, just to bring down the items, two cows, this store, the new store business is so good, in less than a month to almost rob the customers next door... these are the two together, behind the back of the hand.

Dad had asked about the matter, and they had used such indiscriminate means to destroy the new store, not once or twice.

“I knew that since it was strange how the store rental in this location was so cheap, we should have checked first.” Xiang Ma said somewhat helplessly.

“When we were happy, for the first time, we opened our own shop. How do we know this?!” The old cow's wife, Aunt Niu answered and sighed.

Finally, the two women held the old cow, and Xiang Dad came out to apologize and lost another $300, finally sending away a group of plague gods.

Brother Jun went out of the house, whistling with complacency.

In a shop next to him, a pot of tea was on the table, two middle-aged men sat together, and a group of men passed by outside the door raised their hands to say hello, and then looked at each other for a few moments.

“I don't see... quite tolerable.” One of them laughed.

And the other one, hey, two voices, said, "It's pretty tolerable, but if it works, it's not a place of business. ”

“This is the third time, their business isn't much worse, why don't we just let the Shit Army guys smash the store down next time? ”

“No offense, no use, just a few broken tables, can't smash the fundamentals. I thought... just for a few days, I worked hard to get them to close the door these days...”

“You got an idea? ”

“Old idea... four sets of teams together... it's inevitable to hurt some money... so we're half alone, all right? ”

“No problem, no problem... you, four teams together, can afford them. ”

The two laughed a few times against each other, as if they could already see Xiang and Niu's family restaurant closed.

The so-called four teams:

Plankton, turmoil, commotion;

City management, pick up signs, lightboxes;

By contrast, the two departments of industry, commerce and health are the killers who can really shut down a restaurant...