An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The onlookers outside were watching the excitement, and there was also a lot of chaos inside.

Seeing that the female shopkeeper was still evading responsibility, the lady was furious and shouted, "If the shopkeeper can't solve this problem, call your boss out. Otherwise, I will file a complaint with the authorities rather than swallow this humiliation.

Also, you guys have to return all the outer fabrics and tear up the contract we originally signed. With your attitude and character, we're incredibly unlucky to have been embroiled in this."

The old woman also agreed: "It's okay if you don't want to pay. We will file a lawsuit tomorrow."

There was a lot of noise outside, and the waiters inside also retreated. Some thugs took the opportunity to enter the shop and cause trouble.

Some dishonest women even took the opportunity to sneak in. They didn't dare to steal the big things, but only stole small items such as handkerchiefs and hair ornaments on the counter.

Some people put their dirty hands on the bright and eye-catching fabrics with bad intentions, and even tore the cloth apart forcefully to check the quality.

The waiters in the shop couldn't stop them and the scene was quite chaotic.

The female shopkeeper looked up at Tiansheng and felt hopeless. If her indentures were not held by the Pingyang Marquis' Mansion, she really wanted to just walk away.

How will this farce ever end?

For some reason, the several silk merchants from Jiangnan who used to supply them have now all come to bully them.

The quality of the goods provided to them was very different from before. The silk that was supposed to be ten zhang in length only measured eight or nine zhang, and often had problems such as fading, dyeing, and mildew. There was even a batch of silk that had been soaked in water.

When we contacted them, they refused to acknowledge the goods or return them. The only way to argue was to report them to the police.

These days, there are customers coming to our store to make trouble almost every day. This is the third big customer like today who has asked for a refund and torn up the contract. If this continues, it will not be a question of compensation.

I'm afraid that all customers will hear about this and come to return the goods and get their deposits back. Not only will they not be able to afford the refund, but the business will be greatly affected. This shop will no longer be able to do business in the future.

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The situation at Qianlixiang Restaurant, also located on East Street, is not much better, and the owner is also in a state of panic.

It's obviously the same ingredients, the same suppliers, the same chefs, and the same business model, but the restaurant has been plagued by problems recently, as if an invisible force is at work.

The shopkeeper was filled with anger but had no place to vent his anger. He could only watch helplessly as the restaurant's reputation declined day by day.

Just now, there was a quarrel in two private rooms again, and the problem was still with the ingredients.

A table of guests were drinking the signature nourishing soup when suddenly a rat head was fished out of the soup. There were even maggots on the rat head, which made the guests so disgusted that they vomited on the spot.

Guests at another table fished out a dead cockroach from the chicken soup. The cockroach's legs were still curled up, and it was obvious that it had just died and was thrown into the soup.

It just so happened that both tables ordered the same signature dish of the restaurant, which left the shopkeeper puzzled: the ingredients in the kitchen had been strictly inspected, so how could such a problem occur?

The guests were so angry that they slammed the table and cursed, and some even overturned the table on the spot.

The shopkeeper, the waiter and the cook hurriedly apologized with a smile, but the guests refused to accept it and insisted on an explanation.

In the end, the restaurant not only waived the meal fees for the two tables, but also paid two hundred taels of silver to each table as compensation, which barely calmed the guests' anger.

I don’t know how many times this has happened.

There have been frequent food problems in restaurants recently, and the first two times they even led to vandalism.

The shopkeeper had also contacted the supplier to negotiate, but the other party had a tough attitude and did not admit that it was their problem at all. Instead, they accused the restaurant of poor management.

The two sides argued fiercely, and in the end the supplier simply said: "If you want to continue the cooperation, you have to pay more!"

The shopkeeper knew that some of these ingredients were brought from other places and could not be bought in the market. The restaurant could not do without this supplier.

In desperation, he could only bite the bullet and offer more money as a compromise. But even so, the problem was not solved, but only got worse.

What’s even more worrying is that there have been a lot of freeloaders in restaurants recently.

These people came with their families to eat, ordered a large table of dishes, and started making trouble after they had eaten and drunk their fill.

Some rolled on the ground, others foamed at the mouth, shouting, "The food in your restaurant is poisonous! Are you trying to kill us?"

The shopkeeper knew that they were here to extort money, but in order to keep the peace, he had no choice but to pay them some money.

These people were not satisfied with the money and before leaving, they shouted and cursed at the door of the restaurant, saying that this was a black shop that specialized in poisoning customers with poisonous food.

Passersby heard this and started pointing fingers at the restaurant, causing its business to plummet.

The shopkeeper felt extremely aggrieved. He tried several times to report to the police, but the Marquis's Mansion stopped him. The master even sent someone to pass on a message, saying, "Stop making enemies and keep the peace."

The shopkeeper was so angry when he heard this that he stamped his feet: "How can this be called a peaceful solution? This is clearly condoning their wrongdoing!"

But he had to listen to his master's words, so he had to bite the bullet and continue to hold on.

Every time he opened the door, he was worried that something might go wrong again.

The chefs in the kitchen were also in a panic, fearing that something inappropriate would appear in the dishes they cooked. If they offended any important person, they might even lose their lives.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became increasingly oppressive, as if a dark cloud was hanging over everyone's head.

The shopkeeper stood at the door, looking at the bustling crowd on the street, but his heart was cold.

He didn't know how long this would last, nor how long the restaurant could survive. He only knew that if things continued like this, this once-popular restaurant would probably close down.