Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 17 The first customer is so powerful, the next ones will not take off

Ma Zhaodi wasn't lying. He knew everything about reviewing before a test. He'd start memorizing all the knowledge for the entire semester a few days before the test, memorize it before the test, and forget it after the test. Although the guidebook was a bit thick and no one had highlighted the key points, he still managed to memorize most of it.

To be on the safe side, he spent one dollar of asset points to record the contents on the system record board in the car so that he could check it whenever he needed it.

The supervisor asked him a few questions casually, and after confirming that he was not lying, he took him directly into the changing room, took out a waiter suit that matched his size, and asked him to change into it.

To be honest, this is the first time Ma Zhaodi wears a suit.

"Emm, not bad, not bad."

The supervisor looked at Ma Zhaodi, who was wearing a well-tailored suit, had a tall and well-proportioned figure, a handsome face and fine features. He thought there was nothing wrong with him in general - except for the slight coldness and cunning that remained between his eyebrows, and a bit of fierceness and savagery.

"But you work the day shift, not the night club, so this face still looks a little too fierce."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhaodi stretched his lips and tried to smile, which instantly made his aura even more subtle, like a beast restrained in a suit grinning at its prey. If he had put on a suitable Italian suit, the average person would probably mistake him for a high-ranking gangster.

"Have you ever considered joining a gang? I think your face would be perfect for that."

The supervisor complained as he turned and left. A moment later, he came back with a pair of gold-rimmed plain glasses in his hand.

"Put it on, but you'd better not drop it on customers or in their food while you're working."

Ma Zhaodi took the glasses and put them on. The coldness and wildness on his face were immediately diluted by the elegance brought by the glasses.

"It looks much better now."

The supervisor then took him through several simulated procedures for reception, ordering, serving, and clearing the table. Ma Zhaodi's demeanor and movements were generally up to standard, with few minor omissions in etiquette, and he answered all the required questions accurately. Or rather, his expression and calm demeanor often masked his mistakes.

"Good, good, you learn quickly. In that case, you can start work officially at ten o'clock."

Ma Zhaodi watched his supervisor yawn and disappear, probably going back to catch up on his sleep. He must have been quite busy at the nightclub last night, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed up until now.

He had already eaten breakfast and didn't feel like eating anymore, so he simply took off his glasses and went to the newsstand on the street to buy a newspaper to see if anything big had happened in Gotham.

"Two robberies and shootings. Tsk, Gotham has a lot going on. A group of bikers were retaliated against by a road-rage driver in a dump truck. It's unfortunate, but I can't sympathize with them. Several pharmaceutical company employees were mysteriously frozen into ice sculptures. It was obviously Mr. Freeze who did it. Several members of the Maroni Gang were hospitalized with broken bones, and the evidence was turned over to the Gotham Police Department. That's what it's like to be in the business."

Wait? Broken bones all over the body?

Ma Zhaodi turned the page back vigilantly and looked carefully at the miserable conditions of the gang members.

His limbs were broken, his ribs were fractured, and he was suspected of being the murderer in two robbery and shooting cases.

Well done, he thought silently. Although he is a psychopath, he is a psychopath who does good things.

It's just that the Maroni family is half-vassal of the Falcone family, and the Falcone family is still Gotham's top gang. No wonder the director stayed up all night; there must have been a lot of important people here to meet yesterday.

But what does all this have to do with me, an ordinary restaurant waiter?

He shrugged and continued flipping through the newspaper. The rest was nothing more than a dozen robbers sent to the hospital with broken jaws, and a few drug traffickers tied up and dumped outside the Gotham Police Department. Putting aside some major incidents that wouldn't make the newspapers,
Yesterday was a peaceful day in Gotham.

"Ok?"

Ma Zhaodi had just closed the newspaper when he suddenly noticed that several colleagues who had also changed into suits were standing behind him, staring at the news, with a hint of gloating between their brows.

"How are you?"

"Hello, my name is Santos, Claude Santos." "Lloyd Rick."

"I'm Bridget Castro."

"Hello, hello, I'm Ma Zhaodi - do you want to read the newspaper?"

"Thank you."

Santos took the newspaper and read it carefully. Ma Zhaodi stood up and found that he and several colleagues were reading the news about members of the Maroni Gang being sent to the police station. He suddenly had some understanding.

It makes sense, doesn't it? Drake once said that the people behind Donald are very powerful. Plus, what Donald did when he was on the phone, how could he be separated from the biggest local mafia family, Falcone?
But he really didn't expect that the waiters in the restaurant also had family members, and the degree of this connection was much deeper than he imagined.

"The Maroni family, haha."

Santos spoke first, his tone sarcastic.

Rick shook his head. "It's so embarrassing. He was thrown into the Gotham Police Department."

Castro asked, "Are we just going to watch? What about the Godfather's reputation?"

"Maroni's reputation is not at stake because of the Godfather. Besides, if you fight a lion, tiger, or a human with a gun, you always have a chance of winning. But what if you fight a ghost, a nightmare, or a fear?"

Santos closed the newspaper and shook his head. "It has nothing to do with us. We're just small waiters. Today's newspaper is quite entertaining."

He stood up, smiled, and jokingly said, "Ma Zhaodi, you really look like a gangster. Could you be a member of the Falcone family?"

"No, no, I'm not in a gang. I just look a little fierce." Ma Zhaodi immediately waved his hand and took out his gold-rimmed glasses and put them on his face: "Look, this is much better."

The expressions of the three people changed slightly, and Santos' smile became even brighter: "Haha, it's just a joke, don't mind it."

Rick and Castro secretly looked at Ma Zhaodi's exposed wrists and neck and found that there were indeed no tattoos from their family.

Donald refused to let his supervisor know in advance and almost treated him as his own.

What they didn't know was that the family situation yesterday was more urgent than what was reported in the newspaper. The supervisor and Donald stayed up all night and had already forgotten about this little matter.

"It's almost time to go to work, and the chef is already here. Shall we get ready together?"

"Okay, I just got here, so it's a good opportunity for me to learn from you."

They didn't have to wait long before a man in a suit and tie walked into the restaurant.

Ma Zhaodi didn't move, wanting to see what the old employees would do. As a result, the three people and other colleagues froze for a moment and pushed him out directly.

"?"

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

"One."

"What's your name?"

"Dent, Harvey Dent."

(End of this chapter)