Hearing the plague and thinking of the Black Death, the faces of the people around them all changed, and many people who were originally sitting in the restaurant watching the excitement stood up and silently left the New Haven Hotel.

Tenants also lined up to check out.

It's not that they reacted violently, but that they heard the legend of the Black Death since they were young.

The Black Death was the plague, and it is said that 30 million people were killed in just three years after the appearance of the Black Death in the mid-14th century.

In the next three centuries, almost one in two Europeans died from the Black Death.

Although New Haven is in the Americas, Black Death is a nightmare for these people, who are mostly from Europe.

Maybe they were in the New Haven Hotel and didn't think too much of anything when they saw mice.

At that time, they had just seen such fat rats, so unscrupulously gnawing on food, and they were extremely worried about whether the food they had eaten at the New Haven Hotel had also been gnawed by rats.

One by one, the guests left.

Negative rumors about the New Haven hotel will spread like the bubonic plague.

In the future, not only will there be fewer guests at the New Haven Hotel, but all the hotels owned by the Anton family will be affected by the rumors.

Even......

The position of head of the family that he is about to get at his fingertips will also be lost because of this......

Anton's expression became more and more anxious.

He doesn't care if a guest gets food poisoning, he doesn't care if there is a problem with hotel operations.

All along, his approach to solving problems has never been to solve the problem itself, but to solve the person who raised the problem.

What he cares about is his status and power in the family, and his wealth every day.

And this moment......

It's all because of this hateful little ghost in front of him, and he has to lose everything.

"You ......" Anton clenched his fist, wondering if he was going to use violence to deal with the nasty guy in front of him.

It's just that...... Things have developed to this point, the problem has spread, is it still useful to solve the person who asked the problem?

Doug smiled at Anton's impotent and furious appearance, and laughed mockingly, he took two steps forward and whispered, "Do you still want them to know about the bugging hole?"

Anton's eyes grew instantly, his pupils dilated suddenly, and his surprised expression seemed to ask, "Why do you know?"

"If you don't want people to know, don't do it. Since you have done it, you must be prepared to let people know. Doug continued to smile.

Anton stared hatefully at the guy he hadn't seen three minutes before, wanting to do it, but he didn't dare to do it.

Doug continued to taunt, "I really appreciate the way you hate me and are helpless against me. I wonder if you want to apologize to me, as well as my subordinates, before you try your best to eliminate the negative impact.

Of course, you can also not apologize, do not compensate, I did not force you.

Dear Anton, don't you say?"

Anton, who was struggling to endure, had the idea of punching Doug's dog head fifty-three times when he was talking.

However, he was pressed down again and again by impulsiveness.

People always have nothing on their lips when they love to hang on to something.

People who talk about money every day, even if they seem to others to be rich, are still short of money.

And Doug kept saying that there was no coercion and threats, no need to apologize, no need to pay compensation.

But it is really coercing, threatening, demanding an apology, and demanding compensation.

Anton had no choice.

"I ...... I'll pay you a hundred, no! a thousand dollars in restaurant tickets!" Anton said through gritted teeth.

"You're really generous? What about a $1,000 dining ticket? But my subordinates are already like this, do you think we're going to eat here?"

"What are you going to do!" said Anton, grinding his wisdom teeth with a hot spurt of waste from his nostrils.

"It's not what I want, it's what you want. You just said a $1,000 meal ticket, right? I don't want a meal coupon, just give me cash. I don't want more, it's fair, what do you think?"

“……”

Anton didn't feel fair.

Even if a $1,000 voucher is distributed, the actual cost will not exceed $400.

However, giving cash, even if it is a 20% discount, costs 800 dollars.

Don't look at Anton as the nominal owner of the New Haven Hotel, but he has very little money to use on his own initiative, a hundred dollars a month is a lot of money.

Eight hundred dollars was almost the sum of his pocket money for a year.

If the $800 can make up for today's losses, he will admit it.

However, no.

Those who wanted to leave were still lining up to leave.

The only user he spends money on now is also just buying will not have a greater loss.

Although every hotel will eavesdrop on the conversations of its guests to some extent, rumors are rumors, and if the bugging holes of the New Haven Hotel are really exposed to every customer.

Then, the credit of the Anton family will go bankrupt.

Whether it's the New Haven Hotel itself, or other hotels that are wholly owned by the Anton family, or just have a stake in them, are in serious trouble.

"I ...... I'll give ...... I'll give you as much as you want......" Anton said with his head down.

Doug didn't really open his mouth wider when he heard Anton's words.

Be content.

Isn't it enough to make $800 out of thin air?

Even, for a moment, Doug doubted the necessity of his own "Monopoly".

The United States is so big, the world is so big, and there are so many problems.

If you visit a company every day, will you be able to become the richest man in the world by blackmail?

No!

Wrong!

This is not blackmail!

Just an ordinary appeal of an ordinary consumer.

Still, Doug gave up on the tempting idea.

He also wanted to live a few more days.

Why can't this barbaric world have more civilizations?

Doug sighed slightly, sad for the world.

"I'll wait here, hoping that His Excellency Anton will hand over the advance to me as soon as possible. Oh, it's better to have a bank note, just Black Hawk Bank, give me eight hundred dollars, I can't take it. ”

Doug lifted up McGill, who had recovered somewhat.

Madison looked at Doug and then at Anton, and made a difficult decision, he picked up a towel and wiped the surface of the chair where McGill and Doug were about to fall.

Anton looked at the waiter who he had a little impression of, his face was expressionless, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

"Your Excellency, what are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and prepare the money!" said Doug enthusiastically.

"I'm ......" Anton wanted to scold angrily, but when the words came to his lips, it became, "I'll go ......"

As he walked out of the hall, the hall manager approached.

Anton originally enjoyed this feeling of being flattered, but at this time, he thought of Madison's appearance just now.

He kicked him out and shouted in a crushed voice, "Go! Go find out where that bastard came from!"

The lobby manager struggled to get up from the floor, "You...... You wait for me to get up and ......."

"Rubbish!" Anton yelled.