Chapter 115 Humiliation

"Squeak!" A stretched Lincoln car parked steadily at the door of an inconspicuous ribs restaurant, and Blake hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for Yuri. 』⒉

"Boss, this is where the other party made an appointment!" Black said to Yuri with some embarrassment. This place looks like a fly restaurant, and it is not a place where people like Yuri should come. But Blake still had to bring Yuri here, because the Irish bosses who secretly had trouble with the Taj Mahal Casino only agreed to meet Yuri here.

Yuri stretched out his hand to signal Black not to care, and Yuri looked up at the signboard on the gate. The name of the visit is Bunratty, and there is a line of small characters under the signboard, serving a variety of Irish delicacies. This can't help but remind Yuri of the first meeting with Lomonosov when he was in Tyumen. Yuri stood outside the door for a while, then opened the door and walked into this small restaurant.

The store seemed to be empty at this time, but Yuri glanced around for a week and found three elderly people gathering to play poker in a corner. Yuri waited at the door for a while, but no one came to greet him in the store, so he could only walk in the direction of these three people.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Yuri said aloud as he walked to the poker table. But still no one paid any attention to him, those people played cards on their own, as if Yuri didn't exist at all.

Yuri could only pull out a stool and sit at a corner of the card table. He looked at the people on the table. These three people were obviously aged, with thick beards on their lips. There are thick cigars sandwiched between them, and the ice cubes soaked in whiskey in the wine glasses are slowly melting.

"What do you want?" An old woman who looked a bit tough walked behind Yuri at some point, and asked with a little impatience in her tone.

"Steak, beer!" Yuri said casually.

The old woman put her hands on her hips and said in an unquestionable tone: "Since the opening of our store, no customer has ever ordered steak. Our customers only order grilled ribs with Irish stout and whiskey."

"Then dark beer grilled ribs and whiskey will be fine!" Although Yuri was dissatisfied with the old woman's attitude, he came to negotiate today and didn't want to get entangled in these matters.

"Want to play a round?" The three people at the card table seemed to have just finished a round, and the old man sitting directly opposite Yuri asked Yuri while shuffling the cards.

"Of course!" Yuri replied with a smile.

After the opponent shuffled the cards, he started to deal the cards, and sure enough, Yuri was included. While tidying up the poker in front of him, Yuri looked at the other three players on the table.

"Are you Russian?" An old man sitting on Yuri's right asked, puffing out smoke rings.

"Yes, I'm from Russia, and I just took over the Taj Mahal casino, nice to meet you!" Yuri tried his best to get closer to these Irish casino owners.

"That's a good casino! It's much more luxurious than ours, but your manager told us that you seem to have encountered a little difficulty?" Another old man on Yuri's left said.

"Yes, there seems to be a problem with our recruitment, and there are very few applicants!" Yuri replied somewhat humbly.

"So you want to ask us to help you point out the problems here?" The guy sitting opposite Yuri then asked.

"Yes, I just took over Taj Mahal, I have no experience yet, I need the guidance of seniors like you!" Yuri replied.

The three people at the card table stared at Yuri for a long time, but they didn't stop working. When the cards were all dealt out, the old man sitting opposite Yuri said, "Russian, I think you have a good attitude. I am a person who can listen to the truth, so I will spend a little time to say a few words to you. My name is Clement, and they are James and Edward. They are the three largest houses in the city except for your Taj Mahal. The casino is ours. The three of us have been here since 1976, when the law just approved the gaming industry here,

In fact, business here is not easy to do, but we have managed to survive over the years. We made the place thrive, but there are always some hitchhikers who want to come and try their luck. You are not the first and you will not be the last. But no matter who comes, he is not our opponent! After Clement finished speaking, he raised his wine glass and took a sip. He turned his head to James, raised the cigar in his hand, and started smoking.

"Taj Mahal's boss has changed a few times, and I can't remember Edward!" James asked jokingly.

"Counting this newcomer, it should be four times!" The old man named Edward laughed and raised his glass to greet Yuri slightly.

James continued: "Yeah, it's only been a few years! I still remember a real estate developer from New York who first came to build the Taj Mahal Casino (I won't say who it is, you must think of it!) I have to admit , He is really good at building houses, and the casino is more beautiful than ours, but I can’t remember his name, by the way, I saw his name still hanging on it when I passed by your casino last time!”

"Hahaha..." The three people at the gambling table laughed wantonly.

"Who is behind? Look at me, I can't remember things when I'm old, Edward, do you still remember?" James continued.

Edward interjected: "Back? There are a few upstarts from Texas who made some money from oil, but they couldn't do it in three months. It is said that the people in the bank auctioned off everything there!"

"Ah~~hahaha..."

"Little guy, I won't say who the last owner was. It is said that they sold drugs and are still in prison! But I want to say, little guy, you are really good at picking, I want to know your name." Is the casino cursed by a witch!" James continued.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." There was another burst of laughter, and Yuri clenched his fists in anger. He understood that these three old guys were here to humiliate him.

"Three bosses, I don't need to worry about how I run the casino. I just want to ask, how can I recruit the employees I need?" Yuri asked in a cold voice, holding back his anger.

"Little guy, don't you understand why no one goes to work for you? The Taj Mahal Casino has changed four bosses in three years, and almost none of the employees in the casino have worked for a full year. Do you still count on them? Are you going to work in such a place?" Clemente also replied coldly.

"Blake, tell Mr. Tony of the trade union for me that I will pay the workers a year's wages in advance!" Yuri stood up after speaking, kicked over the chair, and left here without looking back.