rpbooks Chapter 115 Here... it's closed!
Chapter 115 Here... it's closed!
Chapter 115 Here... it's closed!
When Molina, who was dressed as a waiter, came out with a French dish of baked snails, his expression froze for a moment, and then, as if he remembered something, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.
However, he adjusted his mentality quickly, and with a slight certainty, he lowered his head and put the plate on the table.
"Sir, please take it slow."
After saying this, Molina turned around and was about to leave.
As a result, the guest stopped him.
"Wait... Ha, isn't this our Mr. Detective? What a coincidence, Molina, I didn't expect us to meet here again. You are doing really well now, not as a scout, but as a scout." Waiter. Haha!"
The voice was full of ridicule and disdain, and a middle-aged man in a suit looked contemptuously at Molina, who was Molina's former colleague Rusto.
An embarrassed expression flashed across Molina's face, and he quickly returned to nature. He just nodded and didn't speak.
Instead, the companions who came with Rusteau were either surprised or ridiculed.
"It's really Contrales! My God, why are you working as a waiter here?"
"Ha, I really didn't expect it, Contrares, so the most suitable job for you is to be someone else's grandson? But I don't blame you, after all, the job of football is really not suitable for you!"
"Because of what happened last time, I'm afraid that no club is willing to hire him? But it's okay, I heard that the salary of a waiter is not low, and there are a lot of expenses. Guys, everyone should be generous, this is My tip, one euro, is that enough, Mr. Detective?"
People are like this, for those who live better than themselves, they are either envious or jealous, and for those who are worse than themselves, especially if this person is still familiar with themselves, they will feel an inexplicable sense of superiority in their hearts. Then there was unabashed cynicism.
Molina shook his head inwardly at the expression of his former colleague. Only now did he feel that all the years he had worked for the club had been completely wasted. Such people work together.
"If you need anything, please call me. Welcome to this restaurant, I wish you a pleasant meal."
Faced with a lot of ridicule and ridicule, Molina just responded lightly and was about to leave.
Rusto looked at Molina all the time, trying to see the inferiority and loss on the other person's face, but he was disappointed. From the beginning to the end, Molina was very calm, as if everyone in front of him It's just some irrelevant people, he doesn't care at all.
This made Rusteau very disappointed.He did not forget, a few months ago, the scene where Molina took that nasty oriental boy and beat him up in the office building in Bilbao, even after so long, he still could not forget the scene at that time That scene, that angry face, those scarlet eyes, sometimes he would wake up from a nightmare, in which the boy who made him resent and fear him punched him violently again.
That violent beating left a big shadow in his heart.He hated Fan Bizhuang, and he also hated Molina.In his opinion, if Molina hadn't insisted on bringing that uneducated little bastard, he wouldn't have lost face and suffered so much.
Originally, he thought that after Molina left, he would never see each other again, but he didn't expect that it was just a gathering with friends, and he met each other again.
Lustow's mind was wide open, humiliating the other party, and making the other party feel uncomfortable, the thought grew uncontrollably and crazily.
Seeing that Molina was about to leave with a calm expression, Rusto was naturally not happy. He stretched out his hand and knocked the spoon on the table to the ground. The sound of "Ding Dong~" was particularly harsh.
"Sorry, Mr. Waiter, I dropped my spoon on the floor, could you pick it up for me, please?"
The words were sincere and polite, but Rusto's expression was smiling, very carefree.He stepped on the spoon on the ground, his eyes fixed on Molina.
It was an insulting gesture, because if Molina helped pick up the spoon, he would have slipped under Rusteau's crotch.
The expressions of the companions became more and more colorful, some of them had a happy smile, some could not bear it, and some wanted to dissuade them, but they were held back by their companions.
Molina finally changed his face, he looked at the other party, silent, no one knew what he was thinking.
"Contrares, what are you doing standing there? This gentleman's spoon fell off, you quickly pick it up for him. This is a restaurant, we are waiters, and we need to do our best to meet all the requirements of customers ,faster."
The fat supervisor appeared, and he also saw that this line of customers came to Molina to cause trouble, but what did it have to do with him?For him, the other party is a customer, so it is God. As for Molina's dignity, ha, dignity, can dignity compare to colorful banknotes?
"Whoo~"
The clenched fist suddenly loosened, and Molina took a deep look at Rusto, but at the urging of the supervisor, he bent down.
Molina was smart. He circled around, kept his body away from the opponent's crotch, and stretched his arms as hard as he could to grab the spoon.
Rusto's expression faltered just as he was about to laugh, and Molina's evasive action made him feel very embarrassed, so he picked up the water glass on the table and pretended to drink water.
Then...then the water in the cup dripped down and completely poured on Molina's head and body.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Waiter, I seem to have something wrong with my hand. I didn't hold the water glass firmly and wet your clothes. Is it okay? Well, I think it should be okay. How about it? I'll give you ten euros , you can send your clothes to the dry cleaners. Haha!"
Laughter sounded, accompanied by Rusto's sincere "apology".
Time seemed to stand still abruptly at this moment, and everyone's eyes were on the figure crouching under the table. The man who was already trembling slightly was still silent, and water droplets kept falling from his head onto the table. On the ground, there was a "tick~tick~" sound.
No one knew what he was thinking, and no one could see his expression clearly. His head was buried very low, just like his dignity, very low, and he was trampled wantonly in a place where others could not see.
Some other guests stood up, and they couldn't stand it anymore, but obviously they didn't want to make trouble for themselves, so they just dropped the tableware, turned and left.
The face of the fat supervisor also changed. No matter how greedy he is, he still can't remain indifferent under such circumstances. His employees are all looking at him. "Rebellion".
"Sir, you are..."
The fat supervisor took two steps forward, wanting to say something. At this moment, the door of the restaurant was suddenly opened, and two figures appeared in front of the door.
It was Fan Bizhuang and Felisa who rushed from Villarreal to Bilbao.It's just that I saw such a scene just after entering the door, which was unexpected.
"father!"
The delicate and lovely girl originally had a bright youthful smile on her face, but when she suddenly saw such a scene, her face changed unconsciously. After screaming, tears poured out uncontrollably.
She was not a fool, but she knew her father was suffering unbearable humiliation and his dignity was being trampled upon just by looking at it.
Hearing the familiar voice, Molina finally raised his head, with joy in his eyes, but also sadness and guilt.At this moment, the father still thinks about his daughter in his heart. He feels that Felisa has seen this embarrassing appearance now, which will make others think that her father is useless and embarrassing her.
Facing Felisa, who came crying and squatted down to hug him, Molina seemed a little at a loss: "Felisa, you... Dad's clothes are dirty, don't get your clothes dirty... stop crying , Felisa, Dad is fine, it's okay..."
Felisa didn't speak, just hugged him tightly and kept crying in his arms.
At this time, a loud noise attracted everyone's attention, including Molina. Everyone saw a boy holding a chair, who was staring at the lobby lightly. Beside him was a broken glass door , His feet are full of glass shards.
"Who are you, you..."
Seeing that the door of his restaurant was smashed, the fat supervisor was taken aback for a moment, and then he yelled angrily. Under Fan Bizhuang's calm eyes that seemed to kill him, he wisely shut his mouth.
Fan Bizhuang took out a wallet from his pocket and threw it on the ground.
"From now on, until I leave, this restaurant will be taken over by me, and all irrelevant people will leave immediately. This place... is closed!"
The tone was very calm and indifferent. Fan Bizhuang looked around the field with cold eyes. Fan Bizhuang was still holding the chair in his hand. Because of broken glass, there were several cuts on his hand, and blood was flowing. This made him Even more cold and indifferent.
It seemed that this place was going to become a "battlefield", and the remaining guests left quickly. Even some restaurant employees walked into the back kitchen. They knew what was going to happen next, and pretended not to see anything.
The fat supervisor opened his mouth and walked in.
Several of Rusto's companions also left quickly after hesitating for a while.The young man in front of them may be unfamiliar to others, but they are not unfamiliar with those who work for Athletic Bilbao. A few months ago, this brutal young man sent Rusto to the hospital in full view. But I don't have the guts to confront the other party.
"Don't, don't go, you don't go..."
The moment Fan Bizhuang came in, Rusteau knew it was going to be bad. Seeing his companion leaving him now, he yelled in a panic and wanted to leave with everyone.The colleagues who had called him brothers and sisters just now are like avoiding snakes and scorpions, fearing that they will not be able to avoid them.
"I'm not talking about people, but not you, Mr. Rusteau!"
Fan Bizhuang carried the chair, said with a smile, and walked over.
It's just that smile, no matter how you look at it, how it makes Lustow feel chilly, the scene a few months ago began to resurface in his mind.
"Don't, don't come here, if you come here again, I will call the police!... Help... Help!"
Rustow backed away, yelling in horror.
"What's the name, let's go, you will follow me, or I will drag you out, choose yourself!"
Fan Bizhuang strode forward, grabbed Rusto by the collar of his suit, and almost dragged him towards the back alley of the restaurant.Rusto kept struggling, but it was useless. Fan Bizhuang's hands were like pincers, holding him tightly.
"Fan, you..."
Molina finally came back to his senses, and he covered Felisa's eyes with his hands, trying to stop what was about to happen.
Fan Bizhuang turned around and smiled at him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Molina, I'm a principled person. I won't let underage girls see the violent and dirty side. Leave it to me. I promise that next time he sees you, he will definitely Honest as a dog!"
"Wang Wang~"
The Spring Festival at his feet barked dissatisfiedly, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with Fan Bizhuang's comparison with this guy.
Fan Bizhuang chuckled and dragged Rusto into the back alley.
(End of this chapter)