Chapter 38 Asking for Salary Reluctantly, he said, "Ok! We can discuss this. What exactly do you want to do?" "Give me back the salary that was withheld from me. This is my last day working for you!" Simone said. "that is it?" The restaurant owner was confused and a little confused, but also shocked. He thought the other party would ask for a few thousand dollars in hush money. Didn't expect it was just for the few hundred dollars salary? "Fxxk you! Who do you think we are? Home robbers? We are moral people, hurry up!" Simone cursed. "Ok." The restaurant owner wilted. It's totally out of character for a mixed race black woman to come over and have her boyfriend choke her and then tell him that she is moral. A few minutes later, the two sides sat down for a friendly negotiation and handled the matter. The restaurant owner was willing to take the initiative to pay three times the deducted wages, paying Simone the deducted wages plus double wages for one day, a total of US$760, and asked the two not to make the video public. Simone agreed readily. It is understandable to ask for back the wages that were deducted from you. Double or triple the wages is normal. It is impolite to ask for more.
She didn't want to be accused of burglary by the restaurant owner and have Zhang Ailun go to jail with her. If you were a judge, would you believe the words of a middle-class immigrant who paid taxes on time, or an unemployed Asian homeless man, or a black girl who was listed as a dishonest person for having fake rental qualifications? After finishing the work, the two followed the restaurant owner to the hall. Simone also changed into her work clothes. Things must be done from beginning to end. At least today they had meals in the restaurant. The restaurant owner also comforted several employees without giving too much explanation. He just asked them to pretend nothing had happened and continue to open for business. The Indian guy who was stunned by Zhang Ailun's punch also woke up. He looked at him with fear and threatened to call the police! However, he was firmly rejected by the restaurant owner who felt he was in the wrong. But the Indian guy refused to swallow his anger and refused to agree to a settlement. Until the restaurant owner put on his usual condescending attitude and threatened to fire him, he had to either stay and continue working or get out and sleep on the street. Zhang Ailun also flexed his fist and threatened him with his eyes. Bro, if I were you, I would never do that! I went to jail, but you lost your life. The young man weighed the pros and cons between losing his job and asking for compensation and getting beaten again, and finally he decisively chose to keep his job and compromised on the matter. Both parties were happy, except for the young man who got punched in vain. I believe that next time he will definitely not rush to the front. Before leaving, Zhang Ailun also issued a warning and ultimatum to the restaurant owner: "Listen, I will pick up my girlfriend after get off work tonight. If I find that she has been harassed or treated unfairly during work, I will smash your restaurant! Twist off your head and stuff it into the ass of a Komodo dragon!!" "Don't worry, sir! I definitely won't do that!" The restaurant owner made a strict promise and didn't even dare to breathe. All he wanted was to keep the peace. How could he dare to offend such a ruthless person like him? They didn't dare to continue employing Simone to work here and they wished she would leave as soon as possible. In addition, business has not been very good recently, so he has planned to sell the store and move his whole family to San Francisco. Damn, there is so much street violence and gang bullying on the West Coast! Zhang Ailun also secretly criticized it. What? I'm the one who uses violence? That's fine. Before leaving, Simone also hugged Zhang Allen, gave him a big kiss on the face, and took out sixty dollars, "You are so cool, Allen, this is the reward you deserve!"
"Thank you, sweetheart." Zhang Ailun took the sixty dollars and said, "We are all family, so you are being too polite." "Honey, remember to pick me up from get off work in the evening!" "Of course. Simone, can I borrow your bike?" He easily won her favor and temporarily captured the black girl's heart. Because human emotions are fickle, the main focus is on creating a sense of freshness. It is possible that he liked you yesterday, but not tomorrow. It is also possible that he did not like you before using it, but liked you after using it. "You can use it." Simone generously lent him the bicycle. "See you tonight." Zhang Ailun waved his hand in a cool manner and rode away on his bike as Simone watched him. After riding for about two blocks he got lost. There are too many intersections in these streets and alleys. I took out my phone and used Google Maps to search for the location. I found that the Sanji Bar and the Carnation Club on Wapson Street were only a dozen blocks apart, east and west, and belonged to the same community. There was no Wu Fu. Very good, connect the blocks together to form a treasure chest. Zhang Ailun set off on his bicycle, riding at lightning speed all the way. He also felt that with a means of transportation, he could travel much faster than walking. Maybe he might consider buying one later. We soon arrived at Meiji Street and accurately located the Sanji Bar. Even during the day, the bar is open for business with people coming in and out. It basically provides 24-hour service. There are also a few drunkards smoking cannabis and drinking on the street in front of the bar. At a glance, all I could see was Frank Benke. A tube of blood drawn at the scene was filled with alcohol and did not contain any blood components. Zhang Ailun walked around outside but couldn't seem to find where the trash can was. Finally, I put the bicycle at the door and locked it. I pushed the door open and walked in. I instantly discovered that there was a different world. Neon lights flickered, and the brightness of the space seemed to be lowered by several units. The window glass was covered with a special color-changing film, so even during the day, the light from outside could not penetrate through the glass. As soon as Zhang Ailun came in, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol and tobacco in the air. A few old drunkards were sitting at the bar, drinking and chatting. Their words were frivolous and the topics they discussed were all over the place. The bartender wiped the glasses with a white towel, mixed them a drink from time to time, chatted and laughed, livening up the atmosphere in the place. There were rows of drinks behind the bar, such as Remy Martin, Ace of Spades... none of these were available. There are only empty bottles used as decorations. Zhang Ailun also saw an empty bottle of Siren of Desire, which was covered with a layer of glass. It should be the authentic one. There are also clocks, graffiti photos, pots for plants, and flat plastic swordfish ornaments on the walls.
The other items on display are basically cheap tequila, cheap dark beer from oak barrels with taps of more than ten liters, light beer, Budweiser, vodka in glass bottles, and whiskey. There were also people sitting in a circle around the table, holding a handful of playing cards in their hands, cursing, smoking a cigarette, with red noses and looking drunk. From time to time, he turned his head and glanced at a few foreign girls dressed as bunny girls holding plates, speaking frivolously and laughing obscenely. In another spacious and secluded place, there were several sofas and banners, and a steel pipe was propped up on the stage in the middle. Zhang Ailun recognized what it was used for at a glance. Who would have thought that there was such a welfare business in the bar? Pole dancing activities should only be held at special times in the evening. Police officers will come here to patrol during the day, but no one will gather there to engage in romantic affairs. In another corner, there were several sofas and two TVs hung on the wall, showing horse racing and Powerball betting respectively. A few gamblers held lottery tickets in their hands, stared at the horse racing pictures on them, and banged on the table in unison, making encouraging noises. As a whistle sounded, several grown men in unison uttered a curse beginning with F, then tore the lottery tickets in their hands into pieces, threw them on the ground, threw them in the air, and proudly spent a few US dollars to dozens of US dollars. After losing money, they went to drink a glass of wine in frustration. The blonde bunny girl next to them came forward with a plate and kindly asked them if they wanted another glass. This scene. At first glance, Zhang Ailun thought he had entered a familiar high-heeled strip club. (End of this chapter)