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The headquarters of the Catering Association, the building just rebuilt a few years ago is magnificent, but the atmosphere in the building is a bit frozen. The staff wearing the work uniforms of the Catering Association looked at the guards of the City Lord's Mansion coming in and out of the building in confusion and panic. , although they were not arrested, they were restrained from leaving the building.

"Did you ever think that such a day would come?" On the second floor, Robert asked Warren, who seemed to have aged ten years overnight and had many gray hairs on his head.

"I thought about it ten years ago. It's just that nothing happened for so many years, so I had some luck. I didn't expect what should come." Warren supported the railing with both hands, looked at the panicked subordinates below, and looked The Catering Association Building, which was built according to his own vision, grinned with a bitter smile.

"Do you regret it?" Robert also looked down and said in silence for a while.

"Why do you regret it?" Warren put away the smile on his face, stood up straight, and raised his hand with some pride: "Look at this magnificent building, look at the staff of the Catering Association, the The big sculptures, I brought these. How many customers come to the restaurant every day according to the food rankings, why should I regret it? Even if I don’t have the name of the City Lord’s Mansion, give me five more years, and I can still do what I am doing now scale."

"Do you think the old president will look forward to such a food association?" Robert looked at Warren, was silent for a while, and asked.

"Perhaps..." Warren's expression froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at Robert. Suddenly, he vaguely felt something familiar between Robert's eyebrows and eyes, and hesitantly asked, "Who are you?"

"President Laurie is my grandfather. You should have seen me once when you were a child." Robert also looked into Warren's eyes.

"How...how is it possible!" Warren looked at Robert in disbelief, as if he had heard something extremely absurd.

"At that time, my grandfather founded the Gastronomy Association, but my father was not interested in it and would not let me get in touch. Later, my grandfather handed over the Gourmet Association to you, and he passed away the next year. After that, our family has no relationship with the Gourmet Association. Contact, but I promised my grandfather before he died that he would watch the Food Association, so I have been watching secretly."

"President, you are indeed a genius. The Catering Association's rapid development has exceeded everyone's expectations. My grandfather would never have imagined that his idea of ​​making it easier for everyone to find food would become such a large association. But he definitely doesn’t want to see the food rankings become like this, where money can be used instead of delicious food. This sour food ranking has completely deviated from his initial vision and philosophy, which is wrong. .” Robert looked at Warren and continued, calmly.

"So, since last year, you came to the Catering Association just for today?" Warren clenched his fist.

"I have suggested to the president many times. If the president can rein in the precipice, in fact, I don't want to see the scene like today. The food association is the hard work of my grandfather for half of his life, but it is also the hard work and hard work of the president for most of his life. In the early years of the Catering Association, the president did use the gourmet rankings to drive the Catering Association in Aden Square into a period of rapid development, and these are all your indelible achievements." Robert shook his head, looking at Warren's His gaze gradually became firm and stern, and his voice also became serious:

"But the president has never listened to my words. The sculpture at the entrance of the Catering Association is still engraved with the slogan of the old president, 'Everything is for the food!' What a mocking sentence standing at the gate of the current Catering Association ? I don’t know if you still remember what you promised in front of that old man? Do you still remember your original intention? Do you still remember what you promised when you signed the agreement with the City Lord’s Mansion? What have you been doing all these years? Before the association falls into the endless abyss with you,

I want it to stop and get it back on track. "

Warren looked at the resolute expression on Robert's face, and slowly let go of his clenched hands. His strength seemed to have dissipated. He supported the railing with his hands again, and looked at the distance with a little expressionless eyes. The building was crumbling, and it seemed that it would fall down with just a slight push. This building, which had cost him half his life, and the catering empire he had built, began to crumble in front of him.

"Actually, I didn't expect it to become like this..." Warren smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the sculpture at the entrance of the building, and continued: "At first I just wanted to build a headquarters for the Catering Association, but I didn't Money, so I started thinking about how to make money, and selling tickets was obviously a good way.

Later, some restaurants secretly stuffed me with money in order to be on the list. At first, I refused.

But one day I found out that no one would care if I accepted it. I just need to change a position on the list, and the money I get is more than the money from selling tickets. I give it to the association and I can keep it. Part of it, how much to pay and how much to keep is all up to my will. The feeling of having money in my hand is really fascinating.

Later, the Aden Chamber of Commerce came to me. President Jeffrey is indeed an old fox, but he also knows the rules and knows how to use the rules more naturally. Look better. Later, Cyril began to take over the catering department of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. He gave more money than Jeffrey, but also demanded more, almost controlling the ranking of the entire list.

I know the risks involved, but every time I see the box of dragon coins sent to the office, I am reluctant to send them back. The food ranking is like a sailboat that lost control in a storm. No longer under my control, I can't give it direction, can't control its speed, and even the rules are no longer customized by me. I am still the president of the Catering Association, but I know that I am just a puppet controlled by money. When they need me to do something, they only need to send the money to my office.

I can't refuse, can't decide, and dare not refuse. Compared with the Aden Chamber of Commerce, the Catering Association is like a child who can only babble. After letting it in, it has no power to fight back. I can only let myself forget what my original intention is. When I enter the door every day, I don’t have to look at the words engraved next to the sculpture. I tell myself that I deserve it. "

"Actually, I know...all of this is something I shouldn't touch. It's just that once the box of desire is opened, it can't be closed again." Warren sighed, looked back at Robert, and stretched out his hand to pat He touched his shoulder and said seriously: "Little guy, I remember you, the little yellow hair who ate roast beef behind the old president and didn't like to wipe his mouth, if you will guide the direction of the Catering Association in the future, I hope you can make everyone who walks in and out of this door look up to that line."