Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 80 Donald's Secret Plan
"The one wearing glasses over there, yes, that's you. You dared to ruin my plan back then—I'll remember you. We still have a long way to go!"

The supervisor and everyone followed his gaze and looked over. Ma Zhaodi, pretending not to hear, was standing quietly by the side, acting like a statue.

"Ma Zhaodi, is he talking about you?"

"It's definitely not me." Ma Zhaodi shook his head decisively: "I haven't even seen this person - this guy must have recognized the wrong person."

The tied-up guy's eyes suddenly widened. "Fuck you, look me in the eye and say you don't know me! You're fucking dead! No one can save you! Do you hear me? You're dead!"

"Okay, okay, take him away quickly." The supervisor listened to him cursing and waved his hand in disgust. Several employees immediately reached out to stuff a ball of newspaper into the man's mouth, and then dragged him away.

Ma Zhaodi met his supervisor's scrutinizing gaze with an awkward but polite smile. He tried to keep his smile natural and not appear stiff.

"Ma Zhaodi, you really can cause trouble."

The supervisor sighed and patted his shoulder with his free hand. "The restaurant is closing tomorrow! It's barely been open a month, and you've already caused this kind of problem. I'm not a believer in superstition. What religion do you believe in? I'll just stay out of the way."

"I'm a pan-Christian, you know what I mean. I believe in whatever is useful. It doesn't cost money anyway, so I believe in it a little bit—"

"Shut up!" The supervisor quickly jumped up on his crutches and covered his mouth. "Any religious person in this restaurant would want to beat you to death if they heard that."

Ma Zhaodi shut his mouth obediently. He racked his brains to find words to comfort his supervisor as compensation. Finally, when he saw the chandelier above his head, his eyes lit up and he got an inspiration.

"Manager, Manager, at least the chandelier is not broken this time."

The supervisor's face turned red again. He raised the crutch in his hand and looked like he wanted to hit someone, but the next second, his face turned pale again. He put the crutch back and supported his plastered foot.

He took a deep breath and evened out his breath, then his complexion returned to normal. It was obvious that the supervisor's Qi cultivation skills had really made great progress.

"Don't you ever mention anything about the chandelier again! No one is allowed to! The restaurant will be closed tomorrow. We've already paid two weeks' wages tonight. Stay away from the restaurant tomorrow, okay? I need to give my heart a rest!"

“Oh, that’s a day off.”

"Forget it, I changed my mind. Come over tomorrow."

Ma Zhaodi thought about it and shook his head again: "I don't have the money to compensate, boss."

"Stop talking nonsense! Get out!"

"okay."

The next morning, Valentine's Day.

Ma Zhaodi came to the Red Dragon Restaurant again. The supervisor came early today and was already waiting for him in the restaurant. When he saw him, there was a weird look on his face, as if he was trying hard to hold back his evil smile, resulting in a constipated expression.

"Ma Zhaodi, come here, come here."

When Ma Zhaodi walked over with a confused look on his face, the supervisor put his arm around his shoulders with a smile and took him upstairs like an older brother. His friendliness made Ma Zhaodi wonder if the loss caused by the restaurant burning yesterday had made the supervisor too angry and his brain was damaged.

"Haha, I went to the hospital yesterday and talked to Donald."

Ma Zhaodi suddenly became alert. Is he planning to fire me?
"We both realized that we were wrong. We had always regarded you as an ordinary waiter, a fool who couldn't use a gun, a hapless unlucky guy with a little courage, a jinx who brought bad luck, and a person who didn't understand the ways of the world."

"Boss, why do I feel like your words are becoming more and more personal?"

"Ahem." The supervisor, whose thoughts were exposed, cleared his throat and slightly concealed his embarrassment. "In short, we think that besides being a relatively qualified waiter, your only commendable qualities are honesty and courage. But in fact, we shouldn't think of you that way."

The supervisor said with a kind smile on his face: "There is no garbage in the world, only resources placed in the wrong place."

"Why should we insist on placing you in the Red Dragon? Listen to me—Ma Zhaodi, today is the moment when your life officially changes. This choice is very important. If you choose the right one, you will officially become the Falcone family's secret weapon. We will pay you a biweekly salary of 60,000 as compensation for your new job."

"Young Master Duoduo?"

Ma Zhaodi looked at the supervisor in a daze, his head filled with the word "six" and his eyes filled with golden light.

The light of money.

"Turtle, sixty thousand?"

"That's right. All you need is a new job—we've even arranged one for you. You can start today. I mean, today."

Upon hearing this, the rational part of Ma Zhaodi's brain quickly regained the upper hand. He shook his head and threw away the dream of getting rich, because he knew that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and there is no such thing as a free lunch in Gotham City.

"Simple. Perhaps you know that Maroni also owned a restaurant in Burnley?"

"Then doesn't that mean he is superior to us?"

"Don't interrupt me—and he's not superior to us. We still have restaurants in the Diamond District and Burnley District. It's just that occasionally people come to Audisburg and the East End to do things. It's really inappropriate to have those senior family members running around."

After a few words of defense, the manager returned to the point. "Maroni's restaurant is both profitable for him and his base of business, so it's very important to him. It just so happens that we've been having trouble with them lately, so we thought we could slip him a knife that can draw blood."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the supervisor. At this moment, he knew what Donald and the supervisor were thinking.

"You want me to go over and cause trouble?"

"No, there's no need for you to deliberately cause any damage." The supervisor shook his head and straightened his tie with a smile.

"You just need to perform normally and work as usual - your existence itself is the biggest threat to that restaurant."

As the supervisor finished speaking, the long-lost system prompt suddenly sounded.

【Ding】

[You have a new part-time job available, please check it out]

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi's mind was full of thoughts. Changing jobs once a month and working in three different companies reminded him of the famous story of a slave of three surnames in a classic book he had read before.

Valentine's Day milk chocolate
Mission introduction: Valentine's Day is a romantic day. Some people are sad on this day, while others are happy on this day - of course, these have nothing to do with you. You are just an emotionless chocolate chef.

Note: You will never guess what kind of important guests you will meet today - remember to use good milk with a score of 2,000 points to make this chocolate, just one serving is enough.

Status: To be completed (0/1)

Reward: Advanced Climbing Mastery]

(End of this chapter)