Chapter 260 Settling with Money
"Nonsense!" Mr. Wilson's uncle obviously didn't believe this. Several relatives and friends around them were also very angry. "You have a lowly status and know nothing about booking the venue. I won't hold it against you, but if you don't call the manager now, don't blame us for being impolite!"
"That's right, call your manager! And you need to personally apologize to us!"
"What an attitude! You're just a waiter, yet you act superior? Who gave you the right to give us orders?"
One of them even blew smoke in the waiter's face, showing a disdainful expression.
"I'm sorry, Sir, smoking is not allowed in here." The waiter remained polite. "Mr. Wilson indeed did not reserve the entire hall. If you don't believe me, you can ask him. We have distinguished guests in the private room today, and the manager is personally serving them, so he couldn't come. We apologize for the inconvenience."
"What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on us?"
"What are you saying? Are the guests in the private room considered more distinguished than us? What kind of attitude is this?"
"Jeff definitely booked the whole place. Why is there no one in the entire hall?"
"Call your manager!"
"That's right, call him!"
At this moment, Mrs. Wilson saw them causing a scene and hurriedly walked over, asking, "What's going on?"
Remy was still here, and if he saw the Wilson family's relatives behaving like this, it would tarnish Isla's reputation!
Her relatives explained the situation to her, and the waiter added, "Madam, if it wasn't for you and Mr. Wilson insisting on having the manager clear the front area for your banquet, our manager wouldn't have taken other guests today besides our guests in the private room. Now this entire area is dirty."
The table was full of leftovers, and cigarette butts were everywhere on the floor. Someone even extinguished their cigarette on the carpet, causing several holes!
CCG Diner had never encountered such uncivilized customers before.
"If you insist on occupying this area, an additional 20% service charge will be added." the waiter informed her.
After all, the whole carpet was dirty and damaged. It would definitely take a lot of time and money for cleaning and maintenance.
"Skylar, you tell him, Jeff reserved the whole place, right?"
"Now the entire venue belongs to the Wilson family. I'm telling you, I'll do whatever I want!"
"When we booked the place, the service charge was already included. Now you're wanting us to pay more? Isn't CCG Diner supposed to provide good service?"
"Is CCG Diner owned by the Bourbon Group? The Bourbon Group is so unreasonable!"
Several other servers quickly came over to intervene.
"Sir, you've damaged our restaurant's carpet, and we didn't say much about it. The carpet is imported from Italy, and we didn't plan on making you pay for it, just a small service fee. Just now, someone even urinated in the soil of the green plant in front of us. That plant is very delicate and only needs to be watered every five days. It's a special species from France, worth two million dollars. Madam, these people are your invited guests. We kindly ask for your assistance."
The servers were very polite, but the relatives kept on complaining incessantly.
"Two million dollars, why don't you go rob someone? You keep mentioning millions of dollars as if you don't have any money? My grandson was urinating over there to help water your plants. If you don't appreciate it, then so be it. But you still want to extort money from us?"
"We are a group of 88 people who have consumed in your establishment. Haven't you made a fortune off of us? You're still not content and want more money in an indirect way? Have you never seen money in your life?"
"This is outrageous! We must call your manager today!"
"So what if I made a mess?"
At that moment, someone picked up a plate of leftover food and poured it onto the carpet.
"Wait a minute, Uncle!" Mrs. Wilson was terrified and couldn't stop them in time.
The other relatives followed suit, grinding cigarette butts into the carpet and pouring soup onto the plants.
"Cousin! Cousin!" Mrs. Wilson was about to faint.
Suddenly, someone accidentally bumped into an antique porcelain statue while causing chaos.
Coincidentally, the area where it fell didn't have a carpet, and there was a loud crash as the porcelain shattered into hundreds of pieces.
The entire hall fell silent immediately.
"This porcelain is worth three million dollars."
Upon hearing the server's words, Mrs. Wilson felt weak and extremely dizzy.
Remy saw the family's behavior and immediately felt displeased with their manners. Unfortunately, Isla had gone to the restroom and hadn't returned yet.
Mrs. Wilson called Mr. Wilson, and the server called the team leader.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson, but now you really have to compensate for the damages." the team leader said after hearing what happened. He made a rough calculation, "Three million dollars for the porcelain, two million dollars for the plants, and five hundred thousand dollars for the carpet. We can provide the original purchase receipts. If you don't compensate us, we'll have to involve the police."
"It's all a misunderstanding. " Mr. Wilson tried to be friendly with the team leader, but the leader wasn't buying it.
"Phillipe is also dining at the restaurant at the moment. If this matter disturbs him, I don't need to explain. You should know the consequences." the team leader said.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wilson suddenly felt uneasy.
The legendary Phillipe was known to be cold and merciless. Anyone who caused trouble on his territory was definitely very brazen!
"Jeff, didn't you book the whole place? Why are you afraid of him? And besides, Jeff is the wealthiest person in New York. He can afford a few million dollars? "
Mr. Wilson wiped the sweat off his forehead and suddenly spotted Remy not too far away. He hurriedly said, "Please wait for a moment."
Then he went to talk to Remy.
"Remy, I really need your help with this matter! You know that I don't have that much cash on hand..." Seeking favors from his future son-in-law had become one of Mr. Wilson's daily habits.
But Remy's expression turned grim as he said, "Uncle, to be honest with you, I don't have much money left in my account either."
"Well, could you consider helping me share some of the expenses? Some of my relatives haven't had much exposure to an extravagant lifestyle, it's not intentional trouble-making." Mr. Wilson said.
Remy glanced in the direction of the restroom, but Isla still hadn't returned. He really didn't want to chip in, but Mr. Wilson kept calling him his son-in-law, with a nearly pleading tone.
Mr. Wilson even said, "Isla's grandmother promised that once she's feeling better, she'll give Isla all her shares as a dowry. When Isla marries you, it'll definitely increase your influence."
"Uncle, that's not what I meant." Remy said.
"Then what is the problem?" Mr. Wilson continued to inquire and persuade.
In the end, the easily persuaded college student Remy told the truth, "I can only afford three million dollars. That's all I have left in my account."
"Alright, transfer the three million dollars to my account, and I'll transfer it to the CCG Diner." Mr. Wilson said.
Although Remy was reluctant, he eventually transferred the three million dollars.
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