America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

Although the sudden pay cut made Chen Yuan very unhappy, he still came to work at Rongdingge as usual the next day.

After all, a pay cut only means a reduction in income; if you don't work, you won't get a single penny.

Of course, Chen Yuan had no intention of swallowing his anger. He would make Boss Huang pay back the $1 deducted from his hourly wage a hundredfold or a thousandfold!

As lunchtime approached, a long queue had formed outside the food stalls. Su Nian was already overwhelmed, but fortunately, Hu Dan stepped forward to help her with much of the workload.

After learning that Boss Huang had pocketed all of Su Nian's tips, Hu Dan felt genuinely sorry for her.

"Thank you, Sister Dandan!"

Faced with Su Nian's gratitude, Hu Dan simply smiled:

"Anyway, there aren't many customers dining in, so I'm not very busy."

"Then... I'll treat you to milk tea after get off work!"

"Okay, remember to order one for your brother Chen too. I'll help you, he's the only one in charge of dine-in service."

As she became more familiar with her work environment, Su Nian's personality gradually became more cheerful.

Although she is not as adept at navigating social situations as Lin Xiaoxiao was before, she has earned the recognition of her colleagues through her conscientious and responsible work attitude.

Just as an ordinary afternoon was coming to an end, a violent retching sound suddenly came from outside the restaurant.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a fat white man bent over vomiting repeatedly, while in his other hand he was tightly clutching a half-eaten piece of Rongdingge fried chicken.

The filth he vomited on the ground emitted a foul odor, causing pedestrians and diners in line to show expressions of disgust.

Some diners even pinched their noses and left the queue, clearly disgusted by the fat man.

However, vomiting did not seem to help the fat man recover; instead, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his face grew paler.

If he hadn't managed to grab onto a nearby fire hydrant, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the fat man's pained expression, Su Nian was about to step forward to ask if he needed help when Hu Dan grabbed her arm.

"This place is not like back home," Hu Dan warned in a low voice. "Be careful not to get scammed."

Su Nian was stunned.

She looked around and found that all the passersby were just staring indifferently at the fat man. Some even took out their phones to take pictures, but no one intended to lend a helping hand.

Seeing that the fat man's face was getting worse and worse, he was not only sweating profusely, but he even started rolling his eyes.

Just then, a short old man hurriedly ran out of the kitchen. It was Huang Fugui, the owner of Rongding Pavilion!

After all, the fat man collapsed right at the restaurant's main entrance. If someone were to die there, the restaurant's business would definitely be severely affected.

But the fat man was estimated to weigh over 100 kilograms, and he was in a convulsive state, seemingly having an attack, so Boss Huang didn't dare to touch him at all.

Left with no other option, Huang Fugui gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and dialed 911 for emergency medical assistance.

In the United States, ambulance dispatch fees often start at several thousand dollars. But compared to the unlucky thing of someone dying in front of the store, Mr. Huang chose the lesser of two evils.

The exorbitant fees were indeed accompanied by remarkably high efficiency. Just a few minutes later, an ambulance with sirens blaring appeared at the restaurant entrance and quickly took the fat man, who was already foaming at the mouth, away.

Everyone initially thought it was just an unfortunate episode caused by a sudden illness. However, the real trouble began that evening.

A white man dressed in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed appeared in front of Chen Yuan, carrying a briefcase.

He gave Chen Yuan a haughty look, sizing him up, and said in a stiff tone:

"I am Stephen Walker, the attorney representing Mr. Jimmy Beckman. I need to speak with your boss in person regarding my client's serious food poisoning after consuming food provided by your establishment."

Food poisoning?

Chen Yuan's gaze sharpened, and the image of the fat white man who had collapsed at the door at noon immediately came to mind.

When he looked like he was about to die, everyone thought he had a heart attack or epilepsy. Who would have thought that it would be diagnosed as food poisoning?

There must be something fishy about this.

Chen Yuan was well aware of what it would mean for a restaurant if it were confirmed that a customer had gotten a stomachache or even suffered permanent damage.

At best, he'll face hefty fines and business suspension from the health department; at worst, Mr. Huang could spend several years in federal prison.

Seemingly sensing Chen Yuan's slight delay, the lawyer frowned deeply and urged him impatiently:

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I want to see your boss!"

Clearly, the other party mistook Chen Yuan for a migrant worker who didn't understand English. They deliberately changed the second half of the sentence into broken Mandarin and shouted it out word by word.

At the same time, a message panel with a red border popped up on Attorney Walker's forehead:

[Target: Stephen Walker, 45 years old, professional extortion lawyer]

[Recent criminal acts: The target instructed his subordinate Beckman to take illegal hallucinogenic drugs beforehand, then purchase fried chicken at Rongding Pavilion restaurant and fake severe food poisoning symptoms, attempting to extort a huge sum of three million US dollars in compensation from the restaurant.]

It turned out that a group of people who made money by staging accidents involving ambulances had come knocking on their door.

Moreover, his appetite was astonishing; he immediately demanded a three million US dollar extortion.

Despite seeing through the other party's schemes, Chen Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

After all, in his eyes, he was just an hourly wage earner. Even if the shop was sued into bankruptcy, it would simply mean he had to find another place to work as a waiter.

What happens to Boss Huang, or whether he goes bankrupt, is none of his business.

What's more, Boss Huang just deducted a full $1 from his hourly wage yesterday.

He works 8 hours a day at Rongding Pavilion, 22 days a month.

That adds up to a huge sum of nearly $200!

Seeing that Boss Huang was about to be in trouble, Chen Yuan was overjoyed.

He calmly nodded, turned to the side, and gestured behind him as if he were treating a regular customer:

"The boss is inside, at the second door on the left at the end of the corridor. I hope you have a pleasant conversation with him."

Attorney Walker was clearly surprised that the Asian waiter in front of him could speak fluent Californian English.

He glanced at Chen Yuan with slight surprise, but still maintained his feigned professionalism, giving Chen Yuan a slight nod before picking up his briefcase and striding towards Boss Huang's office.

Upon seeing the aggressive lawyer leave the lobby, Hu Dan and Su Nian immediately approached him nervously.

Hu Dan looked towards the corridor with some concern and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Chen, that guy just now... was he here to cause trouble for the boss?"

Chen Yuan nodded: "He's a lawyer. The fat guy who collapsed at the door at noon was diagnosed with severe food poisoning. He came to talk to Boss Huang about compensation."

Upon hearing the words "food poisoning," a worried expression immediately appeared on Su Nian's fair face.

After all, she personally handed that fried chicken to the fat man!

Hu Dan looked surprised and puzzled: "How is this possible? So many people bought fried chicken today, at least dozens or even hundreds, how come he's the only one who got sick?"

"Who knows?" Chen Yuan smiled nonchalantly. "In America, as long as you can afford a good lawyer, they can detect nuclear radiation in you, not just fried chicken, but even cold water. That's probably what they call 'legal extortion.'"