Chapter 1747: A cafe regarded as a sacred place

The underground fighting arena is not a place of conformity.
There is a stage for good combatants, a paradise of blood and fanaticism.
Everyone's body is filled with impulsive blood more or less.
They were tired of being plain, eager to see fierce fighting, eager to smell the smell of blood.
As the most combative human race, the underground fighting arena is as popular as the Orcs as it is to the Humans.
Therefore, its development and growth are actually traceable.
It's just that I haven't spared time to take a look at this property yet, let alone chat with Arnold.
Let's talk about it later when I have time.
Except for the jewelry store and the underground fighting arena, which have crazy growth trends, my other two industries are extremely restrained in scale. They neither expand nor open branches, and even give names to other stores. Things are too lazy to do.
It's not that Isha and the foodie girl don't want to do this, but I don't allow it.
The cafe can be said to be my endorsement in Balan City, and has even been praised by the orc high priest and the orc king.
Of these two people, one is regarded as being almost a ‘god’, and the other is the supreme king of Dasai City. The coffee shop praised by such two great gods is no longer a coffee shop in the ordinary sense.
It has risen to a spiritual level.
It is no exaggeration to say that the cafe has always been full of seats, and none of the people present here is an ordinary person, at least the owner of a middle-class noble.
Most of the time, these distinguished guests do not just drink coffee, but use this place as a meeting place. While sipping a cup of coffee, each person expresses what they think in their hearts, and uses this as a condition. Negotiate with each other.
Interestingly speaking, no matter how slick and mellow the guests are in the cafe, they will uncover all their thoughts in their hearts and let each other listen and consider.
Since it is fully revealed, words that offend people are indispensable, but what is puzzling is that the other party who has been offended can suppress the anger in his heart, listen carefully, and reflect carefully, no matter how violent the previous one is. Either accept, or forgive the party who spoke badly.
In short, strange things like the above happen from time to time.
Sister Yisha, who is an elven clan, was very puzzled, so she took time to ask some of the guests for advice.
The guests also spoke out bluntly and expressed their own ideas, but the general meaning was the same: This is the holy place once praised by the orc high priest, and lies and anger are not tolerated.
Perhaps in the eyes of your guests, the coffee shop has become a sacred place, but after all, the coffee shop is a coffee shop, a place where you can make money from selling coffee. Many people can't drink a few cups of coffee after sitting for a day. The complaint is that the cafe only needs to buy goods once a month, and it will not sell if they buy too much!
Coffee does not sell much, but the income of coffee shops is ridiculously high.
I have said before that the income of the cafe is enough to match the total income of the large guilds. One percent of it comes from coffee, and ninety-nine percent comes from tips.
The tip here needs to be specifically explained. Unlike the tips given to service staff in other shops, the tip here is a tribute to the cafe.
Although there has never been a clear tipping quota, almost all customers tacitly set the bottom line of tribute to ten gold coins.
Ten gold coins!
That's the annual salary of most ordinary people!
Isha, who saw this situation at first, was also stunned by the guest's boldness.
But as she gradually got used to life here, even when she met guests who paid a hundred or even a thousand gold coins, she just felt a little ripple in her heart.
Compared with cafes that hardly sell goods, multinational restaurants appear to be quite dedicated. Not only do they consume huge amounts of food materials, but they also tend to be in short supply.
Nothing, this Dasai city, except for the hotel of Master Dewey, is this multinational restaurant with the most complete dishes.
Master Dewey’s hotel is not a place where everyone can live in, but it is a coercive place set up specifically for royalty and nobles, and it is a status symbol.
In contrast, multinational restaurants are more close to the people.
Although the price is a bit expensive, it is within the acceptable range of civilians, and the dishes are exquisite and the size is not small, which can be described as the welfare of the civilians of Dasai City.
Even tourists from other regions who come here for sightseeing will inevitably gather at restaurants in many countries. Otherwise, they will return home with a little regret.
It can be said that the establishment of multinational restaurants has directly become another landscape of Dasai City.
Although there are as many customers as the crucian carp in the river, but surprisingly, no one dared to make trouble here.
Not only because the little boss, the foodie girl, is extremely aggressive, but also because behind this restaurant, there are several giants-the New Heroic Guild, the Darcy Rose Legion, the Iron Wolf Guild, and the Dwarf Guild, which is the most jealous of all countries.
With their backing, even if any monarch of the five major countries comes here, he has to line up and eat honestly.
Thinking of this, I wished Carter Horton or Simmons Locke could come here for dinner once, and I must accompany as a guest to the end. During the dinner, I promise that it is difficult to hear anything, and there is no dirty word, ah , I'm not mad at you two, I'm a traverser even in vain.
When I came to the door of a multinational restaurant, I looked at the long line, and felt a lot of emotion in my heart.
What time is this morning, the line is so long, why are there so many idlers?
With a light sigh, I stepped forward to enter from the front door, but was stopped by a thin wolf girl who raised her hand. Her wolf eyes stared at me unkindly, and said coldly: "Line up."
I was taken aback for a moment, looked around, and found that all the people in the line were staring at me with bad eyesight. In desperation, I had no choice but to spread their hands and said, "I'm not here to buy breakfast."
"I've heard a lot of this kind of excuse." Behind the wolf clan girl, a fox clan girl sneered: "Almost everyone who jumped in line said that he was not here to buy breakfast."
As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked even worse, thinking of me as a rogue who wanted to buy breakfast without queuing.
After pondering a little, I said, "Actually, I am the owner of this restaurant..."
Before I could finish, another leopard girl shrieked, showed her sharp nails, snorted in disdain, and said: "We also occasionally see this kind of excuse, but those who dare to say this kind of excuse usually do Was scolded to death by the real owner of the restaurant."
As soon as the leopard sister’s voice fell, the fox teenager standing behind her suddenly smiled at me and said: "Everyone knows that the owner of the multinational restaurant is a human girl, not a human youth. You'd better figure it out next time. The comes again, the province’s Du Zeng Xiaoer."
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