The sounds of quarreling and screaming coming from the restaurant hall interrupted Sean's thinking.
"Sir, there are thirty-seven coppers in total. Which one of you will make the payment?"
"I came out in a hurry today and didn't bring any money. Please help us keep the account in my name, Potter, and return it to you another day."
"Sorry, Mr. Porter Lang, we are a small business and we do not accept credit."
"Little Elle, I haven't seen you for a few days. You've gained a lot of patience. Mr. Porter Lang said that it will be recorded in the accounts, so it will be recorded in the accounts. Is it possible that I can still be short of dozens of coppers like yours? I don't want to go out to inquire. We brothers are eating and drinking.
, when you have the habit of paying, inviting us to go depends on our mood. I eat at your place today to take care of your business, don't push yourself too far."
"I am also working here, so I can't make the decision. We are all neighbors on the same street. No one should make things difficult for anyone. Let's do this. I make the decision for our boss. We only charge a fee for today's meal. Everyone
You only need to pay thirty coppers."
"Scream, hit your upper lip and lower lip, and seven coppers will go away. It seems that your business is very profitable. You earn seven coppers from us for one meal. You are very evil. Come and see, what exactly do these evil businessmen get from us?"
How much money was taken from my hands."
"You can't say that. Thirty coppers is only enough to buy food. Everyone knows that now the price of food is the same every day. You old customers have to make the decision for us. If we buy food with ten coppers, we will definitely not follow the trend."
The price, no matter how high the outside price is, is calculated at ten coppers until the next batch of new grains. Even if we face the God of truth, we can pat our chests and say that we are right."
"What Eller said is true. I, Walkerson, can testify that the price of the food we eat here, especially these days, is even cheaper than the skyrocketing food prices outside. Otherwise, my mother-in-law is so shrewd, how could she afford it?"
It cost me an extra copper to eat out, but I’m just a rough guy and don’t know how to settle accounts. I don’t know how many coppers I saved. Anyway, the food I eat here makes me fuller and more comfortable than what I eat at home.”
"This is telling the truth. Your family is the same as mine. There are half a boy and half a girl. When they see the food, their eyes glow green, like a group of little wolves and lambs. Slow down your hands a little, and the pot
I licked all the bottom for you, and I was surprised to be full. Until I found this good place, I finally had a full meal and gained strength to work. To tell you the truth, I started eating here for two weeks.
With all his efforts, he saved a total of ten coppers. Ten coppers don’t have to be handed over to the tigress at home. This is how his wife can live.”
"Is there such a thing? Why didn't I know?"
"How dare you, an old bachelor, know that the money you have is either turned into cat urine or thrown into a woman's belly. Can you keep a copper until the next day? Even if you are allowed to eat and drink for free every day, you
This is also the virtue."
"Isn't it just for the sake of happiness? If I die on the street one morning, wouldn't I want to take advantage of old bastards like Old John and steal the dead people's money?"
"Don't look down on old John. He didn't steal or rob. He didn't eat or pay in the middle of the night. He relied on his own strength to make a living. If someone has spare money, old John won't take it for nothing and will buy one.
With a thin mat, find a place to dig a hole and bury it to prevent the body from being spoiled by wild dogs. I don’t see many homeless people. Even if I starve to death, I will leave three or two coppers on myself. This is called burial money.
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"Everyone is dead, no matter where they are buried. But I heard that the Odin orcs on the other side of the mountain don't do this at all. After they die, they are left in the open, waiting for the wild wolf and giant eagle.
Come and peck, saying this is a way to return to the grassland. I think this approach is worth promoting and saves a lot of things."
"You are talking about the barbaric behavior of savages. Why don't you say that those savages have no sense of family at all and can just sneak into a woman's tent? Other people's sons will be raised as their own!"
"This is also worth advocating. If it is really allowed, I will be the first to sneak into your home?"
"You're looking for death, right? If you say another random thing, I'll tear your mouth open."
"It's just a joke, I didn't say anything? Are you so angry?"
The conflict between the young lobby manager and the local gangsters who were eating the King's meal did not break out. Instead, those who spoke uprightly argued with each other.
Eller cupped his hands in a circle and said, "Thank you for speaking out impartially. I'll treat you to mutton soup later."
"Drinking mutton soup? What's the way to eat it? I've never heard of it! Isn't the aroma wafting out behind you the mutton soup you mentioned? It's really unique! Just smelling it makes me impatient."
"I've only heard of grilled lamb chops, but not of lamb soup. Eller, are you too stingy? You have to treat us to lamb chops if you want."
"You are too greedy. You are not satisfied when someone treats you, and you are picky. You don't know whether the boss will be happy with it. When the time comes, Eller will have to pay for it himself. He also has an old woman and a little sister to support at home.
, please keep it in your mouth later and don’t eat too hard.”
"Come on, you are the most powerful among us. One person is better than three others. You control yourself, you are better than anything else."
These diners are also big-hearted owners. Not only do they have no fear of those local gangsters, but their high-pitched speeches are instantly distorted. This makes those people who hang out on the street feel very shameless. In their line of work, the most important thing is
It's just a matter of face. If they lose face, it will be difficult for them to continue to hang out.
A tall young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with pimples all over his face, jumped up as soon as he slapped the table, and almost poked Elle's forehead with his index finger, and said angrily: "Elle, forget it.
You are so cruel, you actually invited a bunch of stupid old people to dinner and didn't give us brothers any face. It seems that your shop doesn't want to open on this street anymore!"
Facing the young man who was a head taller than himself, Eller had no fear, at least on the surface, because he knew that his new boss was watching from above, and he had to be worthy of the trust and salary given to him.
The most important point is that he doesn't know much about the young boss's other aspects, but Eller knows his appetite well, and he doesn't shy away from physical training. With that kind of training, if he doesn't have a knight-level body, he can kill Eller.
Don't believe it.
Ayler was once lucky enough to see the opponent's archery skills. The veterans he met in the tavern who liked to brag couldn't brag to that level. There was a knight-level marksman standing behind him. Ayler would be afraid of these unscrupulous people.
Only the little ruffians who join the mainstream see ghosts.
The young lobby manager said righteously: "Today we are discussing matters. It is not about more money or less. It is only natural that you pay for meals. Whether it is in the Constitutional Court or in front of the church gods, we are all justified. I treat you."
Eating is a personal feeling, it is my voluntary choice, and it is also my freedom. You can't force me to treat you to dinner, right? Do you think this is true?"
"That's right, this argument makes sense. I've never heard of forcing people to treat guests to a meal. If you can't even get thirty-seven coppers, why are you messing around?"
"Who are you calling a stupid old bastard? Who are you calling a stupid old bastard? There is no one to teach you about this thing in life. Who is this blind guy who didn't clamp his crotch tight enough to leak out this unfilial thing like you? He's spitting feces all over his mouth!"
"Today's young people, the more they get around, the more they go back, and the food they eat is so substandard. I think back then, when we were stupid, we were looking for those who were rich and ruthless. I have never seen anyone serving them indiscriminately.
"
"They are just a bunch of unworthy little scoundrels who, relying on their strength, don't do any serious work all day long. They go around eating and drinking. They can no longer survive on the east street, so they come to us to act mischievously.
How can you compare with my brother back then!"
At this point, those who are still hanging out in the restaurant are obviously not good people. They are all muscular, with fleshy faces, and arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs. When they speak, they don't use any curse words, but they are also mean and mean.
, the group of young people who deliberately stirred up trouble became furious, and many of them involuntarily reached for the murder weapons they had brought.
However, he was stopped by the leader, a middle-aged man named Bront. He was an old man who had been on the street for many years and had rich experience. He clearly sensed that something was wrong. The diners around him did not act like they were simply speaking up, and they couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts.
Suddenly, could it be that there was an oversight in my investigation? The owner of this store is not as simple as he seems on the surface?
But now they are riding a tiger and it is difficult to get off. As Eller said, this is no longer a matter of thirty-seven coppers, but a matter of their face. If they back off now, they will not have to hang out on this street in the future.
Paulant cupped his hands, and with a smile on his face full of anger, he said: "Forgive me for my blindness, but I wonder where they are begging for food? Is there any misunderstanding?"
"You are telling the truth. You are indeed very blind. Where else can you beg for food? Of course you are begging for food here. Can't we go here to sleep?"
"He is obviously a stupid old man, but he still pretends to be a civilized person. It is natural to pay for meals. If you can't pay, don't go out to eat. You have only one choice now, and that is to pay and get out. If you really can't afford it,
, It doesn’t matter, there shouldn’t be enough manpower here. I see that there are so many tables that haven’t been cleared yet. If one person works here for a day, it can almost offset the cost of today’s meal, right? Mr. Ayler.”
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The young lobby manager Aile nodded repeatedly, with a confused look on his face, and there was something wrong with his style.
He just wanted to use a bowl of mutton soup to bribe these old customers, say a few words of fairness to support himself, but the effect of this bowl of mutton soup was so great that it actually attracted all their hatred.
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"You're looking for death." Bront could bear it, but the little brothers he brought with him couldn't bear it. They were the ones who usually acted rudely on the street and made other people avoid them. When did they humiliate people so mercilessly?
Passed by, the short and thick one lunged out with a low roar.
Although this man had a bad temper, he was not stupid. He knew that the persimmons should be picked softly, and the target of the attack was not the mean-mouthed but tall diners, but the skinny young lobby manager Elle.