Hong Wendong rushed forward, shouting, "Fatty, are you alright?"
The fatty's entire face was contorted in pain.
He managed to utter a few words with difficulty, "My, my stomach hurts..."
"Stomach ache? Did you eat something bad, get poisoned? But I'm fine!"
Hong Wendong was a little flustered and confused.
He supported the fatty to prevent him from falling.
Then, he fumbled for his phone, "Ambulance, I'll call you an ambulance... Is it 120 or 119?"
"Call 120," someone reminded him.
The attention of the diners in the restaurant had long been drawn to the commotion.
Hearing the conversation between the two, they dared not continue eating.
If it was poisoning, what then?
Even those queuing at the entrance exchanged glances.
Some stayed to watch, while others in a hurry quickly went to another place.
"Boss, boss, come quickly, this person's face has gone pale."
"Exactly, come quickly, be careful someone dies."
"How could it be poisoning? Could it be an allergic reaction?"
The surrounding people discussed animatedly.
Hong Wendong looked anxious, "I'm also confused, I'm fine, could it be a difference in constitution?"
"My brother and I work day and night, and today we just wanted to eat something good, but who would have thought..."
"What's wrong, what's wrong?"
At this moment, the boss hurried over.
He was thin, wearing a white apron.
He looked clean and tidy, about twenty-six or seven years old.
However, his eyes, whether because they were small or out of habit, always gave off a somewhat shifty impression.
"What happened?"
Seeing the boss come out, Hong Wendong became furious.
After settling the fatty, he stepped forward and grabbed the boss by his collar.
"My brother just finished eating and his stomach hurts, tell me what's going on, are your dishes unclean?"
"Food?"
The young boss looked at the half-eaten meal on the table, then at the fatty sweating in pain.
He became anxious, "This, we all eat this, we've never had a problem before."
"Then what's wrong with my brother?"
Hong Wendong frowned, "Could it be that rat poison got into the food? Boss, your kitchen..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the expressions of the onlookers changed instantly.
They all looked towards the kitchen.
The kitchen was not public, after all.
Everyone's constitution was different; some would feel unwell immediately after eating something unclean.
Others would only show symptoms after a certain accumulation.
Although people often said, "If it's not clean, you won't get sick,"
Who would not mind if they knew your food was dirty?
"Boss, perhaps you should re-examine your kitchen?"
"Indeed, don't let anything go wrong."
"Damn it, I just ate half of it, and you're telling me there's a problem... Ugh!"
Hearing the customers, the young boss panicked, "Everyone, please don't worry, I've called an ambulance, it will be here soon."
Looking at the noisy scene before him, Hong Wendong's expression remained unchanged, a hint of cunning appearing in his eyes.
He knew very well what the catering industry feared most.
Even if no problem was found after the inspection, the onlookers would only remember that something happened here.
If they caused trouble a few more times, he wouldn't be afraid that this boss wouldn't obediently pay 'protection fees'.
"I'm just wondering, my brother was fine just now..."
"I'm also wondering, aren't you guys just looking for trouble?"
Just as doubts grew within the restaurant and someone was taking videos with their phones.
A round voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Then, the crowd outside parted to make way.
Several police officers walked in.
After showing their badges, the leading officer walked towards the table of the fatty and Hong Wendong.
He calmly tapped the table, "Still pretending?"
As soon as he said this, the surrounding diners fell silent.
They looked at the fatty, who was in pain on the chair, with suspicion.
Hong Wendong's heart skipped a beat.
But after all, he was a man who had seen his fair share of storms. He stepped forward, feigning confusion.
"Officer, I don't understand what you mean by pretending?"
"It's something that can be clarified by going to the hospital, why would my brother pretend?"
He changed the subject, "Could it be that you, officer, have some connection with this restaurant?"
The captain in uniform sneered, "What connection?"
He raised his hand, and a police officer beside him took out a phone, opened a recorded livestream video.
He turned up the volume and handed it to Hong Wendong.
"Let's go, brother, I'll take you to make money!"
"You just pretend to have a stomach ache later, I'll handle the rest."
"After we cause trouble a few times, I'm not afraid that the boss won't beg for mercy."
Looking at the video on his phone, Hong Wendong's face changed, and he turned to run.
The next moment, he was subdued by the police officers who were prepared.
Hearing the familiar voice, the fatty, who was pretending to have a stomach ache, also quietly raised his eyes.
He wanted to sneak away.
As soon as he left his seat, someone stood in front of him, "Let's go, we need to talk at the police station."
The fatty looked up and saw the police uniform, and immediately sat down on the ground.
It's over, it's over...
As the cold handcuffs fell on his wrists, the fatty was still wondering.
He and Brother Dong had discussed it quietly, so why did these people have a recording, and why did they arrive so quickly?
Suddenly, a name flashed in his mind.
It was it, it had appeared!
Only that livestream could be so omniscient!
...
...
As the two troublemakers were taken away, the diners in the restaurant returned to their seats.
They continued to eat, chatting with friends and family about what had just happened.
"People nowadays are really bold, there's even surveillance in this restaurant."
"What you're saying is nothing, some people dare to stab people in broad daylight."
"But the efficiency of the public security is getting higher and higher, which is great."
Hearing their words, a young girl nearby spoke up, "Hey, don't you know?"
"Know what?"
The young girl raised her phone, showing the livestream playing on it, "The Underworld Livestream has been broadcasting just now."
It was only when the fatty was looking at his phone that he turned it off.
She had just bought octopus balls on another side of the food street and when she saw that the livestream was of the street she was on, she quickly ran over to witness the scene of being exposed.
"What people do, heaven sees. Gods know, ghosts also know!"
"Holy crap, I missed it, I missed it!"
Some young diners exclaimed in regret upon hearing this.
Because of the [Gourmet Feast] in the Western Palace, he no longer dared to open the livestream while eating.
As soon as he opened it, he would remember.
Whenever he thought of the monsters and ghosts being braised, steamed, or spiced, he felt nauseous.
"It's okay, there are recorded videos."
The young girl comforted him, saying that Hong Wendong and the fatty were humans and could be recorded and saved.
While the restaurant was bustling with conversation, outside the restaurant—
The young boss watched the police car leave, his face completely devoid of its earlier panic.
He took out his phone and checked the livestream. Seeing the camera move away, he put his phone back into his pocket.
He turned and went back into the [Great Fortune and Great Prosperity] restaurant.
"What a shame."
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