The next day, Sunday.
Xiang Ning fell asleep until noon, Xu Tingsheng picked up the meal and threw it on the chair beside the dining table, in a daze, half of it was eaten by herself, and the other half was stuffed by Xu Ting.
After rushing homework all afternoon and having dinner, I finally reluctantly went to school for evening self-study with a big bag of snacks on my back.
After tidying up the dishes and taking the garbage downstairs, if I don't come for a week, it will stink.
Xu Tingsheng also decided to go back to school to sleep. Firstly, he had classes on Monday morning, and secondly, as he entered his junior year, the feeling that there was not much left in his college life became stronger and stronger. The college life that he wanted to experience in this life, After all, so much wasted.
He wants to cherish the good time that is not much left.
On the way back to school, Xu Tingsheng made a detour and took a look at Xiang's restaurant.
The restaurant has a common name: Home Cooking.
It's not a big layout, there are a dozen or so rectangular tables for four or six people in the lobby, Xu Tingsheng didn't go inside to see, but found guests coming in and out, there are probably a few private rooms.
This location is good, it belongs to the edge of the central area, and the flow of people is quite large.
Just like Xiao Xiang Ning said, the business of the restaurant is very good, and there are almost no empty seats. Even if someone finishes eating, someone will fill it up immediately. Xu Tingsheng could occasionally see Xiang's father and mother Xiang walking around busy, it really didn't treat him as the boss.
In contrast, Xu Tingsheng also took a look at the two restaurants next to them. They seemed to be deserted. The chefs had nothing to do, squatting at the door in twos and threes, smoking, and chatting with the waitresses who had no work to do.
In the area of catering, it seems that such a situation is always easy to occur. The more several stores are in the same location, because of the clear contrast, the easier it is to have a huge contrast.
And people also have a mentality that when they go out to eat, they are usually willing to queue up wherever it is lively. On the contrary, if it is empty, no one dares to come in. The first thought in people's mind is to worry that the ingredients are not fresh.
Therefore, this contrast gap tends to become more and more serious over time.
Xu Tingsheng didn't care about these things, he watched it for about ten minutes, and then drove away in peace.
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Not long after Xu Tingsheng left.
In a small restaurant, a table of six men in their 20s and 30s sat straddling chairs, and around the table was a floor full of wine bottles. Most bottomed out.
"How are you eating?"
One of the men in his thirties was picking his teeth with a toothpick while asking others.
"Eat well, Brother Jun."
"Eat and drink. Hey..."
"It's a good day..."
The other five responded one after another.
The man called Brother Jun smiled, shook his hands and said, "Then let's start, who brought the things today?"
"I, I brought it."
A young man in his twenties with Ekin Cheng-style long hair but no handsome face raised his hand, smiled obsequiously, and said, "Brother Jun, I'll..."
While talking, he took out a dead cockroach from his pocket and threw it into a pot of residual soup on the table.
In line with the principle that the drama should be full and the worse the more it can blackmail people, the long-haired man picked up the pot of leftover soup with dead cockroaches...closed his eyes, drank...he wanted to make himself feel like he had accidentally eaten the cockroach in his mouth Effect…
so disgusting? It's right to be disgusting. This way, at least a few tables can be run, and a little more money can be extorted.
The dead cockroaches kept floating in the noodle soup, and the long-haired man almost drank the remaining half of the pot of soup, and the cockroaches hadn't entered his mouth yet...
"Take a breath!" Brother Jun got impatient and urged him.
The long-haired man obeyed, and took a sip at the dead cockroach... Gudong...
"Spit...then shout..." Brother Jun said.
The long-haired man looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Brother Jun. He said timidly, with a bit of innocence: "I can't spit it out... It was too hard, I swallowed it..."
"..."
After a burst of laughter, Brother Jun said angrily, "Who else brought it?"
"I..." the long-haired man continued to raise his hand, "I still have..."
He took a handful out of his pocket, "There are a lot of cockroaches in my house."
Pick one out and drop it into the last bit of soup.
This time, he finally succeeded.
He spat out a mouthful of soup with cockroaches on the table, and the long-haired man shouted loudly: "Boss, come here... What's going on? Do you know that there are cockroaches in your food? I almost swallowed it, you know?"
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"boss… "
"You guys are too disgusting..."
"Everyone, look at it. With this hygienic situation, can you still eat it?"
The few remaining people slapped the table and stood up, yelling at each other.
"It's the third time, Mommy's father is fighting with them."
The partner of Xiang's restaurant, the Uncle Niu that Xiang Ning talked about was a man in his forties with big arms and round waists. As he said, this is the third time, this is the third time that the same group of hooligans deliberately made trouble and blackmailed...
Endure once, endure twice, admit mistakes, apologize, lose money, how come grandson...
The irritable old cow couldn't bear it anymore, leaned over and took a kitchen knife from under the counter, and was about to pounce on it with his eyes wide open.
Father Xiang quickly hugged him.
"If you really go there with a knife, not only this store is finished, but you are also finished... We all know what happened, and the regular customers nearby also know what these people are like. Don't worry, they won't believe it. Asking for money, it's not worth it. Let's bear with it first and think of a way slowly..."
Father Xiang persuaded in a low voice.
"What can we do? This shit army is the most famous gangster in this area. Who doesn't know that they were hired by the two next door? But we also reported to the police, but what did the police say? They said that they I can't control it, there is no evidence. Tell me, what else can we do? If this goes on, they will ruin us sooner or later, so why don't we simply have a good time."
The old cow's knife was snatched away, and he clenched his fists loudly.
These people came here to bring down Xiang and Niu. The business of the newly opened shop was so good that they almost robbed the two next door of their customers in less than a month... This is a joint venture between the two. There are black hands behind the scenes.
Dad has inquired about this matter, and they used such indiscriminate means to bring down the new store, not once or twice.
"I knew it earlier. Since I was wondering why the rent in this location was so cheap, we should check it first." Xiang Ma said helplessly.
"At that time, I was happy to be patronizing. It was the first time I opened a shop and became the owner. How do we know this?!" Lao Niu's wife, Aunt Niu answered, and said with a sigh.
In the end, the two women were holding the old cow, Xiang's father came forward to apologize, paid another 300 yuan, and finally sent a group of plague gods away.
Brother Jun and his gang didn't shy away, whistled and went out proudly.
In a nearby shop, there was a pot of tea on the table. Two middle-aged men sat together, raised their hands to greet a group of Brother Jun who passed by outside the door, and then glanced at each other.
"I can't tell...it's quite bearable." One of them said with a smile.
The other heyed twice and said, "It's pretty bearable, but if you can do it with just patience, then it's not a business."
"This is the third time this is the question, and their business hasn't deteriorated much. Or, next time, let the shit army gang smash the store directly?"
"It's useless, it's useless, just a few broken tables, if you don't smash them, you can't move them at all. I thought... just for a few days, I will put in a little effort, let them close the door for a few days..."
"Do you have an idea?"
"It's an old idea... Four sets of teams work together... But it will inevitably cost some money... In this way, we are half of us, no problem?"
"No problem, no problem... you, four sets of teams work together, enough to look up to them."
The two smiled slyly at each other, as if they could already see the home cooking restaurants of Xiang and Niu's family closing.
The so-called four teams:
rogue, make trouble, make trouble;
Urban management, picking up signboards and light boxes;
In contrast, the two departments of industry and commerce and health are the killers that can really close a restaurant...