The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

"Even if we destroy the entire East Andy, it will be useless."

"Even if we try to use civilized methods to sue them and ask them to lose money, they are still paupers who can't find a single banknote, and they won't get any money at all."

"This batch of losses can only be borne by ourselves."

Hearing this sentence, Garcia's eyes became a little weird, but he quickly returned to nature,

"So we're in a really tough situation." Bolivar lowered his voice. "But, let me say a very cheesy old saying."

"We're at rock bottom now, which means we can't get any worse."

"Any little effort is progress, isn't it?"

"The loss and funding gap caused this time is huge, and it may not be able to make up for it, but I promise that I will not lay off any employees." Bolivar comforted the chefs and waiters in a gentle tone.

"I will first arrange you to positions related to Grid and Kungfu Food. Although some salaries may be reduced, I guarantee that you will not lose your jobs."

"Wait, wait a minute." Little Gust couldn't help standing up, "Let me interject, Mr. Rosales."

"I am very grateful for your kindness, but I want to ask, what will be the future arrangements for Champs Elysees?" He stared at Bolivar, afraid that the other party would say that there would be no more Champs Elysees.

"Because of this incident, Champs lost decades of word-of-mouth." Bolivar pursed his lips, his eyes showing a bit of unbearable, but he still spit out the tragic fact.

"Even if it is rebuilt, people will say, ah, this is the Champs Elysees restaurant that had an accident that injured hundreds of people and killed a dozen people."

Hearing this sentence, the old employees bowed their heads and remained silent.This is the truth, outsiders will not care about the reason for the death, they will only think that this restaurant is unlucky, or that the safety facilities of this restaurant are not in place.

Moreover, the restaurant had been closed for a long time for rectification. It had only been open for three days before closing again. It would take months or even a year until it was re-established.Such a long interval is enough for those customers to forget about this restaurant.

"When we acquired the Champs, we spent a lot of money, including liquidating its debts, renovating and training staff, and we spent a total of 1000 million US dollars."

"Now, under the scorching fire, it has completely disappeared."

"Wait! I can take out that money!" Little Gust stood up with an excited expression, "The transfer of shares in Champs Elysees cost 500 million US dollars, and I can take out that money..."

The original acquisition actually meant a merger. Little Gust expected to recruit more talented chefs and revitalize the Champs Elysees brand, so he transferred 50.00% of the restaurant’s shares at a low price. in his hand.

"I didn't touch this batch of funds." Little Gust ignored Anthony's anxious gaze, blushing and said, "Please don't, don't... give up Champs Elysees."

"The price of reconstruction is not the same as the price of decoration." Garcia couldn't help reminding, "It will cost about 3000 to [-] million US dollars to rebuild a similar four-story restaurant."

"So, at present, merging the entire branch chain into Kung Fu Fan is the best choice." Garcia said this, but Little Gust's face became more and more ugly.

"No, no!" Gust was so anxious that he was sweating all over his head. He looked at Bolivar, trying to impress him.

"...wait a little longer, let's all go back and calm down." Bolivar patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry, I will find a way to keep Champs Elysees."

"Even if it can't be rebuilt this year, after a few years, when you earn enough cash, you will re-invest to support the reconstruction of the Champs Elysees." Bolivar said, "You are only working in Kung Fu Fan for the time being."

"We'll see Champs again one day. Don't we?"

"...Okay, I believe you." Hearing these words, Little Gust's face became a little better.

Afterwards, medical staff and police came. They transported the wounded away, inquired about the situation, and took away Carl's body and other members of the black forces.

On-site investigation and evidence collection, appeasing customers, firefighting and counting personnel and other things took several hours. After the busy work, it was already bright.

Waiting for everything to settle, Bolivar finally got on the car home, leaned back in the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

There were only him and Garcia in the car, and Curacao was sent to take Mrs. Sawada home.Of course, the main purpose is to connect feelings.After this incident, Mrs. Zetian was obviously relieved, and she was willing to cooperate with Grid to try, which can be regarded as solving a big problem.Although the conditions offered by the other party seem very whimsical.

"Boss, in fact, Karl and another leader of the black forces still have a lot of properties on the surface." Garcia said while driving, "We can go through the court process and take those lands over."

"I know this, but those places are in East Andy, located in the slums, where there is no traffic. They are basically areas abandoned by the government," Bolivar thought, and suddenly thought of something, and sat up straight, " Wait, wait, I seem to have a solution."

"However, if you want to operate here, you need to make a time difference, which will test your skills." He pondered.

"Maybe we need to contact the media in advance." Bolivar slowly cleared his mind, "Press the people above and tell them that if they don't pay compensation, we will stir up public opinion and let everyone pay attention to the East Andy issue."

"What do you mean?" Garcia was taken aback.

"Contact the mayor directly," Bolivar said.

"Condemn them, say they wasted taxpayers' money, let such a large aircraft fly over, what does the relevant defense department do."

Having said that, Garcia also understood Bolivar's intentions.

"So we're going to send people to negotiate with them when they are in a state of desperation, and let them sell the entire land ownership to us?" He asked tentatively.

"No, let them take the initiative to give it to us, and use the land in East Andy as a compensation for their mistakes." Bolivar said with a disgusted expression, thinking that Garcia is really not good at saving money.

"The land in East Andy has been in the hands of the government for many years since the last bankruptcy and liquidation. How can he have the face to sell it in a chaotic and unsafe place? And we have to pay land tax when we take it over, a money-losing product . How to guide you to control it specifically.”

Bolivar's design is very simple. Specifically, it is to make the relevant departments feel that East Andy is an abandoned land, use public opinion oppression and their own losses to claim compensation from the relevant departments, expand public opinion to condemn the other party's inaction, and then use Carl's property to the relevant departments. The department suggested that they should offer to exchange the rest of East Andy's land ownership plus additional extortion funds in exchange for Grid's peace.

In the end, without spending a penny, the entire East Andy, most of the land was recycled into his own hands.

"In short, tell them that we will only take over the land in East Andy if the compensation is higher."

Garcia subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this.Tsk, can you be more black-hearted?

However, the black forces in East Andy also pay taxes according to the law. The land owner is dead, and it is difficult to find the next person who has a huge influence and can stabilize East Andy. The government is also a headache.It's really hard to tell who is taking advantage of whom in this matter.

Bolivar smoothed out all his thoughts, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, just do it this way, there is no big problem, and you have to adjust your attitude. I plan to start with East Andy first, and I want to transform it. "

"I believe that if the worst can be fixed, then everything can be corrected."

"...With all due respect, boss, Dong Andy has only been bad for more than ten years, and it's not the worst at all. It's just that it stood too high before, and it became so famous when it fell down." Garcia wrinkled Eyebrows, "The worst one should be Mocheng, right?"

"Ah, Mexico City..." Bolivar's face was also quite ugly when he heard the name.

That place is really famous. There are hemp growers everywhere, and all the farmers are growing hemp.The black forces are even more domineering than the police. They are all big gangs selling raw materials. Even the army dare not wrestle with them. The entire city of Mexico makes money from this tax, so it can only be ignored.

"They're different from Dong Andy. They've been rotten for decades or hundreds of years, right?" Bolivar's eyelids twitched, "Don't take too big a step, let's take it step by step."

"Compared to this, it's just the best Dong Andy, what a child."

Bolivar smiled: "Then let's clean up the kids first."

"Have you already thought about how to deal with this kid?" Garcia asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, you have also seen the current appearance of Champs." Bolivar couldn't help complaining, "It's thanks to Hook for the inspiration."

"I plan to transform the Champs-Élysées into a themed commemorative restaurant, which should attract a lot of young people." Bolivar smiled. "Reinforce the main structure to prevent the building from collapsing." As for those burnt floors , blackened murals, broken roofs... are all scenes that save decoration costs. "

"..."

"In addition, the land near the Champs Elysees should be re-planned to open a theme park."

"Watch the toy exhibition in the theme park, experience the latest roller coaster, Ferris wheel, etc., of course, there are also haunted houses and trap houses." Bolivar was excited, pulled a piece of paper, and wrote, "Just design a complete browsing route."

"From entering the paradise, to playing, to eating, to watching the show..." Bolivar murmured, "It just so happens that the toy factory has a lot of stockpiles, which can be used as prizes for shooting games. In addition, there are also previous hype A claw machine that has been around for a long time!!"

"Boss! Have you forgotten about the law and order in East Andy?" Garcia couldn't help but raise his voice, and the hands holding the steering wheel trembled.

The whole car skidded in a Z shape again.

"! Don't shake your hands! Speak well!" Bolivar sat up a little bit and was taken aback. "Fortunately, it's early morning and there is no one."

"Doesn't law and order have gin? Just ask him to take someone to clean up the dangerous elements." Bolivar explained, and after saying this, he couldn't help complaining, "You are revenge for me dragging you to Did you stay in the fire for 10 minutes?"

"So you want to have a car accident?"

"Ah, don't blame me. Don't you know it very well. My driving skills are very poor. Basically, I am not good at all items that require hand-eye coordination." Garcia clicked his tongue, "I should let Curacao pick you up Go back, I'll see Mrs. Zetian off."

"Then, why don't I drive?" Hearing this, Bolivar thought of something, with eagerness on his face.

"...or not." Garcia's tone was tactful, showing even more disgusted eyes.

Bolivar could almost see the four characters written on the other party's face, 'People are addicted to food'.