Since it was time to reorganize, she simply moved her family and built a large manor not far from the countryside. She really transformed the medical center into a hospital. As for whether there were so many people and patients, Angie Beina didn't care.
——It’s the private property of the Witches’ Conclave anyway, and it doesn’t cost money.
Perfectly interpreting the word "rich and willful".
Only the medical clinic was moved. Not only was the restaurant not moved, but the medical clinic was annexed, and the area was more than tripled.
After all, the nature of restaurants and medical clinics are different. We can't let those diners travel dozens of miles every day just for a meal, right?
In that case, the restaurant won't be able to stay open for half a day. After all, many diners are here just for convenience.
As a result, Sean had almost no time to stay in the restaurant. The status of the young lobby manager Elle increased and he directly became an agent store owner, and his daily salary increased by several percentage points.
If it were in the past, Elle would have jumped three feet high with joy. Now his face is so bitter that juice can flow out, and he is holding on to Sean who is about to move to the new hospital and won't let go.
"Boss, what will we do if you leave? Those bastards are making trouble every day, and I heard they are secretly threatening our regular diners. There are fewer and fewer regular diners coming every day. If this continues, sooner or later we will close down."
"Today we will get rid of them completely. If they still dare to come, beat me, beat them hard. It's best to break a few more of the dog's legs so that I can set the bones on the spot."
Angie Beina waved her little hands domineeringly. She had heard about Sean setting bones on the spot for the local gangsters who came to make trouble.
I always feel that it is very graphic, and I think it is a manifestation of domineering. I also want to try it, but unfortunately I have never had the chance.
"Isn't it forbidden to mess around with this?" The young lobby manager, no, the young acting store owner Aile looked confused.
During this period, they, the waiters, have been filled with indignation. Sean and Angie Beina have been telling them to be restrained and restrained, and not to conflict with them easily.
Why has the tone of voice changed completely today? Could it be that they have found a bigger backer and no longer have to worry about provoking the Holy See Knights of the Holy Ether See?
"The situation is different now. If they dare to come again without their eyes, they will give me a severe beating, as long as no one is killed."
Angie Beina, who is wrapped like a little white bear, has a fierce look on her face, but no matter how ferocious the expression is, on her crystal clear and delicate face, there is also an aura of cuteness and cuteness.
While they were talking, there was a commotion outside the restaurant.
A young waiter, only fourteen or fifteen years old, rushed in with a look of indignation.
"Brother Aile, they are here again, those troublemaking bastards are here again, what should we do? Ah... boss, madam!"
The young waiter hurriedly performed an informal waiter's salute, his face flushed red, and he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Angie Beina, for fear that he would lose his etiquette and bump into the beautiful lady.
But he couldn't help but be attracted by her beauty. He glanced at her secretly with his peripheral vision, and felt a wail in his heart.
It's over, it's over, my reckless behavior just now was all seen by Miss Angie Beina, and my image is completely ruined.
But Miss Angie Beina is really beautiful. The light snow that just fell this morning did not have her fair skin. A lady from a noble family is just different from ordinary women.
The appearance of a young man's first love is vividly displayed.
Angie Beina seemed to feel something, and she habitually pursed her lips and smiled. Although it was not directed at the young waiter, she still shocked him.
"Why panic? Lance, how many times have I told you, don't panic when something happens."
Eller scolded, although he was still in a state of confusion now, he still maintained a calm appearance. After all, his identity was different now. He was a shop owner. Although he was an agent, he must have his own dignity.
Although this kind of majesty is much more immature than what Sean exudes from his bones, it still has a certain appearance.
"knew."
The young waiter Lance, who was still in a state of confusion, responded casually.
"Lance has just arrived and is still learning some things. Please forgive me, boss."
Eller defended the young waiter who was behaving abnormally, and at the same time gave Lance a hard tug. After all, he brought in the door by himself, the youngest son of his former boss Wendell.
He had the responsibility to look after him, both in public and private matters. He was well aware of little Lance's little thoughts and had told him about them many times, both openly and secretly.
Miss Angie Beina is not from the same world as them, and she is not allowed to even dream about it, otherwise it will only bring endless troubles to herself and her family.
Even though Miss Angie Beina is a very gentle person and will not do crazy things, she still has many suitors. If one or two of these suitors appear to have bad moral character, Lance will not like it.
Then there will be endless troubles.
This is not alarmist, but what Eller witnessed with his own eyes. A young man who worked as a waiter in a bakery with him fell in love with a slightly pretty bakery owner’s daughter, but was killed by a jealous man.
The Lord's son was stabbed to death in the street, and now the grass on his grave is as tall as his own.
As for the perpetrator, he only visited the border troops and now appeared in the city swaggering. It is said that he has married the daughter of the bakery owner and has a second son.
Since then, Eller has understood that for people like them, sometimes dreams are a luxury, especially unrealistic dreams.
What's more, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between my boss and Miss Angie Beina is unusual.
Both Sean and Anjibeina laughed it off and did not find trouble with a young man who had a one-sided admiration. Instead, they observed the situation outside the restaurant from the window.
Seventeen or eight arrogant teenagers were wandering back and forth outside the restaurant. When they saw someone trying to enter the restaurant, they would find trouble in various ways. Their methods were so low-level and clumsy that it made people angry.
They either interrogated the other party's identity or threatened them in various ways. If they were new diners, most of them would take a detour and leave.
If you encounter old diners who turn a blind eye to them, you will create various accidents, such as if you bump into mine or step on my foot, then you will go up and pull them until they are confused, and you will not hit them, but you will kill them.
It's annoying, it's okay once or twice, but if it happens again and again, some old diners won't want to come.
There are not many people who can eat out these days, so they have been struggling for several days. It is surprising that the restaurant business is so good. Two young waiters even resigned voluntarily when they saw that the situation was not good.
"Boss, are you really doing it?"
Elle looked at Sean eagerly. Although Angie Beina had just said harsh words, Sean was the real boss after all.
"What Ms. Anjibeina means is what I want. Give me a hard beating, as long as it doesn't hurt their lives. If anything happens, we'll be responsible for it."
He is a very angry person, and his good business has been messed up like this. Even if he does not rely on this to make a living, it is impossible for him to remain calm.
"clear!"
Eller completely gave up the hesitation in his heart. He knew that his boss was not the kind of impulsive and irritable person. Now that he had spoken, he must be prepared, not to mention that he also had a bunch of evil fire in his stomach. These people directly affected him.
of income.
With a wave of his hand, Aile led the new waiters, who were strong but missing arms and legs, and rushed out like wolves and tigers.
Regardless of the fact that these new waiters are missing arms and legs, when they really get their hands on them, the half-grown men with healthy limbs outside are no match for them. After all, they were once experienced gladiators, and the worst ones were also at the level of retinues.
The long log sticks were danced by them like tigers and tigers, beating those who were looking for trouble, making them cry and howl, and run away in confusion.
"How dare you take action? Do you know who we are? We are believers in the Holy See. You dare to beat God's servants. We are here to condemn the executioner. It is God's will. You are blaspheming..."
A leading fanatic believer of the Holy Ether Church, still not to be outdone, shouted and raised the Holy Ether Cross high.
"The ones who are being beaten are you believers who don't know what they are called! You are worthy of exercising human rights in the name of God!"
A gladiator with one arm missing, holding a stick in one hand, with a sinister smile on his face, slapped his head and face wildly.
He was originally a devout believer in the Saint Ether Church, but when he was sold to a slave owner by his family and sent to the arena, he was so scared that he wet his pants.
He completely abandoned the so-called God of Truth because he found that in the dilemma of life and death, the only one who could save him was himself.
After finally saving his life and living a stable life for a few days, with enough food to eat, these bastards actually held high the so-called banner of gods to cause destruction. If his savior hadn't stopped him, he would have done it long ago.
Although a broken arm reduced his combat effectiveness by 70%, his knight-level physical fitness was still there. No matter how the Holy Ether cultist tried to dodge, the stick always fell on him, beating him until he cried for father and mother.
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This Holy Etherian cultist rolled around and got hit with countless sticks before he ran out of the chaos.
The disabled gladiators spat viciously at him and said, "I gave him an advantage. Don't come back and break your dog's legs again."
"You unbelievers, this is blasphemy. Just wait, the Holy See will punish you blasphemers!"
This Holy Etherian cultist was a loser. He yelled at the disabled gladiators. His face was blue and his legs were lame. These bastards were so cunning. They only targeted the hardest parts of a person's bones. They couldn't beat him in this way.
It's bad, and it hurts like hell. At this moment, there is no place to deal with it in my whole body.
"Looking for a fight."
The disabled gladiators made a pursuit stance, frightening the Holy Etherian cultist and running away in confusion.
"Just wait, I'll make you look good later! I really think our Holy See is easy to mess with!"
The Saint Ether Cultist showed ferocity in his embarrassment. Compared with those confused half-year-olds, he was a sensible person among them and knew the meaning behind the trouble because he had done this kind of thing not once or twice.
Now he only needs to take this injury to the church and cry, and someone will naturally stand up for him, and at the same time, he can also get some unexpected benefits.
To describe it in one sentence - he is professional.
The reason why he was not fatally injured was not only because the other party's attacks were accurate, but also because he consciously avoided those heavy blows. Those people had the deepest hatred for him as a provocateur, and some of them were about to break his limbs.