The headquarters of the Catering Association is a grand building that was just rebuilt a few years ago. However, the atmosphere in the building is a bit solid now. The staff wearing the work uniforms of the Catering Association looked confused and panicked at the city lord's palace guards coming in and out of the building. , although they were not arrested, they were restricted from leaving the building.
"Have you ever thought that such a day would come?" Robert asked on the second floor, looking at Warren who seemed to have aged ten years overnight and had a lot of white hair on his head.
"I thought about it ten years ago, but nothing happened for so many years, so I was a bit lucky, and I didn't expect that what was supposed to come would come." Warren held his hands on the railing and looked at the frightened men below. The restaurant association building built according to his own vision, grinned, and the smile was a little bitter.
"Do you regret it?" Robert also looked down and said after a moment of silence.
"Why 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, and the Big sculptures, these are all brought by me. Every day, how many customers come to the restaurant to eat according to the food rankings. Why should I regret it? Even if I don't have the title of City Lord's Palace, give me five more years, I can still do what I am now scale."
"Do you think the old president would expect such a food association?" Robert looked at Warren, was silent for a while, and asked.
"Maybe..." The expression on Warren's face froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at Robert. Suddenly he vaguely felt that he saw something familiar between Robert's eyebrows, and hesitantly said: "Who are you?"
"President Lowry is my grandfather. You should have met me once when I was 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 ridiculous.
"My grandfather founded the Food Association back then, but my father was not interested in it and did not let me get in touch with it. Later, my grandfather handed the Food Association over to you and passed away the next year. Since then, our family has not had anything to do with the Food Association. Contact, but I promised my grandfather before he died that he would watch over the Gourmet Association, so I have been keeping an eye on it secretly."
"President, you are indeed a genius. The Catering Association can develop so fast, beyond everyone's expectations. My grandfather certainly could not have imagined that his idea of just making it easier for everyone to find delicious food would become such a big association now. . But he definitely doesn’t want to see the food rankings become what they are now, where he can rely on money instead of delicious food. This changed food rankings have completely deviated from his original ideas and concepts. This is wrong. ." Robert looked at Warren and continued with a calm expression.
"So, since last year, you have come to the Catering Association just for today?" Warren shook his fist.
"I have suggested to the president many times that if the president can step back from the brink, I actually don't want to see a scene like today. The Food Association is my grandfather's half-life effort, but it is also the president's most of his life's hard work and efforts. In the early years of the Catering Association, the president did use the food rankings to drive the Catering Association of Aden Square into a period of rapid development. These are your indelible achievements." Robert shook his head and looked at Warren's His eyes gradually became firm and stern, and his voice became serious:
"But the president never listened to a word of my words. The old president's slogan 'Everything is for food!' is still engraved on the sculpture at the door of the Catering Association. What a mocking sentence it is to stand at the door of the current Catering Association. ? I wonder if you still remember the words 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 in the past few years? In catering Before the Association falls into the endless abyss with you, I want to stop it and get it back on track."
Warren looked at the determined expression on Robert's face. He slowly loosened his fist, and all his strength seemed to have dissipated. He supported the railing again with both hands, and looked at the distance with a dull look. The building was crumbling, as if it would fall with just the slightest push. This building, which he had spent half his life on, and the restaurant empire he had built, began to crumble in front of him.
"Actually, I didn't expect it to turn out like this..." Warren smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, looked at the sculpture at the door 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 gave me money in order to be on the list. I refused at first. I couldn't just accept it if you asked me to. How can the gourmet ranking be tainted by money?
But one day I discovered that no one would care if I just collected it. I only needed to change one position on the list, and the money I got from this was more than the money from selling tickets. If I gave some of it to the association, I could keep it. Part of it, how much I pay, how much I keep, all depends on my heart. The feeling of having money in my hand is really fascinating.
Later, the Aden Chamber of Commerce approached me. President Jeffrey is indeed an old fox, but he also understands the rules very well and knows how to use them more naturally. Although the money is a little less than collecting alone, doing this is indeed the best on the list. Better looking. Later, Cyril began to take over the catering department of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. He gave more money than Jeffrey, but also had more demands, and almost controlled the entire ranking of the list.
I know the risks involved, but every time I see the box of box dragon coins delivered to the office, I can't bear to send it back. The food ranking is like a sailboat that loses 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 customizable by me. I am also 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, I can't decide, and I don't dare to refuse. Compared with the Aden Chamber of Commerce, the Catering Association is like a child that can only babbling. After letting it in, it has no power to fight back. I can only make myself forget what my original intention is. I don’t have to look at the words engraved next to the sculpture when I enter the door every day. I tell myself that these are what I deserve. "
"Actually, I know...I shouldn't touch any of this, but once I open the box of desire, I can never close it again." Warren sighed, looked back at Robert, and reached out to pat him gently. He patted his shoulders and said seriously: "Little guy, I remember you, the little yellow guy who ate roast beef behind the old president and didn't like to wipe his mouth. If you are the one who will guide the direction of the Catering Association in the future, I hope you can make everyone who comes in and out of this door hold their heads high and face those words.”
