January 6, 2010, another game day in the New Year in Los Angeles, the Staples Center will naturally be busy.
Because there will be a very high-profile Los Angeles Derby tonight, the Lakers are at home and the Clippers are away, so the staff will start preparing for the evening game very early.
The first ones to get busy were not the cleaners, floor loaders, or equipment maintenance workers, but the restaurant's kitchen staff.
Tens of thousands of spectators watch a game. In the course of more than two hours, they will eat thousands of burgers, tens of thousands of fries, hundreds of pairs of chicken wings, hundreds of pizzas, a large number of cookies, cakes, cheese, and thousands of drinks.
In order to ensure the freshness of the food, the ingredients in Staples Restaurant are delivered on time in the morning, and the restaurant employees start processing and preparing these ingredients early in the morning.
As the game approaches, around four or five o'clock, cooking will continue to provide fans with a steady stream of energy to watch the game.
Fast food and buffets are the mainstream here. All restaurants are open and on the top floor, connected to the arena.
Fans can sit at the railing seats and eat while watching the game - of course, the top floor is so high that watching the players below is like watching ants.
Boxes after boxes of meatloaf, pancakes, fried chicken, potato chips, and onion rings were delivered to the unloading area by freight trucks, and then sent by porters to the warehouse of the restaurant above.
A Ford cold chain truck stopped at the unloading area of Staples Center. The driver was a short, middle-aged man with black hair. He got out of the truck and opened the truck box with two porters.
"Hurry up, take all these steaks down, hurry up, take them to the elevator, hurry up... clumsy, hold on tight, Christopher is waiting."
The two porters were already very fast, but the little man was impatient and kept rushing behind.
These steaks were transported from Texas using a cold chain, sliced and processed at the processing plant, and delivered to customers in Los Angeles without stopping.
The little man's name is Daniel Rossi. He used to work in garbage transportation and processing, but now he is also engaged in the delivery of fresh food.
From fresh steaks and salmon to moldy and smelly kitchen waste, they all fall within the scope of his transportation work.
Of course, when he was young, he didn't do this. Instead, he followed Christopher and worked as a highway robber.
He was involved in the 1992 robbery of a container truck in Long Beach, but he later ran away and escaped justice.
After 2000, I started to run a relatively serious business, but my irritable personality has not changed much.
After leading the porter to the top floor, Rossi looked at the interior mall-like decoration of Staples and the open restaurant structure, and spat: "Is this a fucking place to eat? Only low-class people are like this. A place to eat, no wonder black people like to watch basketball..."
Christopher's restaurant is located in the back. It has been five days since it opened on January 1. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is open or not.
There is no ribbon-cutting ceremony, grand opening bonus or anything like that. The business strategy of Staples Center is self-operated and leasing.
The center has its own catering center, which provides VIP customers with various types of high-end catering in the form of buffets, while the remaining shops are rented to brands or individuals.
For example, fast food brands McDonald's, Five Guys, etc., as well as individual operators like Christopher who rent a shop.
In other words, Christopher not only has to compete with other stores, but while paying rent to Staples Center, it also has to compete with the center's catering center.
Christopher's store is in a relatively remote location, with a large area and high rent, so it has changed operators several times.
There are four professional teams playing here at Staples, and there are games almost every day, so there is no need to worry about business coming to your door.
Whether business is good or bad depends on your taste and accumulated reputation.
The first days were certainly a bit difficult, but Christopher was not discouraged.
The Clippers gave him a full $500,000, which is really enough money.
He can use the best ingredients, the best employees, and make the most attentive Italian dishes.
"Hey Christopher, Christopher!"
Rosie entered the kitchen and knocked on the door loudly, louder than a truck horn.
With his thin body, not half of his nutrition may be used to develop his vocal cords.
"Stop yelling Daniel, have these steaks been delivered?"
Christopher Andolini came out of the back kitchen wearing a white chef's coat.
He is both annoyed and clueless about Daniel Rossi, a guy who keeps making noises.
It's annoying because this guy always speaks out. It's a miracle that he can survive to this day without squatting in the station until he dies or is shot dead by someone.
It doesn't work because this guy is really capable and can get very good steaks at a relatively cheap price.
As for where this steak came from, whether it was stolen or robbed, whether it was legal or not, as long as it was not crazy beef, he had no control over it.
Anyway, if it enters the stomach of the fan, it will not be vomited out.
"Come on, how could I forget what you ordered? Wowo, let me see, Christopher, long beach red-toed boots, wearing a white chef's uniform today, started cooking steaks, quack quack!"
Rosie smiled like a duck. Christopher pulled him aside and said, "Can you please keep your voice down? Are you afraid that others won't know what I did before? Long Beach red boots, that was all so many years ago." Got it!"
Rossi spread his hands and said: "What are you afraid of? For an old guy like you, do you think anyone still knows what happened at that time? You've already come out, it doesn't matter anymore, who the hell cares?"
"Shut up and stop saying a few words. Next time you deliver steak, you should ask your men to come. Don't come up!"
"Don't be like this, Christopher, you're on the right track now. This is a good thing. I'm happy for you. I'm happy for you, you know? It's great to have a serious job and not have to worry about dying on the streets."
"Look here again, Staples Center, full of Hollywood and NBA celebrities, Kobe, Gasol, and what else, Nicholson! You will get to know them and let them taste the power of your red-toed boots~ Oh No, no, it’s not the red-toed boots, it’s your Italian pizza and tonic steak, and I know you’re going to become popular, yes, definitely, really. You’re going to have your own branch.”
Although Rossi is noisy, his blessings to his friends are sincere.
When they were young, few people in their profession had a good ending.
Either he is imprisoned, or he is lying dead on the street, and his life or death is uncertain.
I don’t know where it was buried, or maybe it was thrown into the sea and fed to the fish.
The remaining people will cherish the lives of ordinary people.
"Thank you, friend, for your good words. But in the future, please don't call me red-headed boots again."
"Okay, red-headed boots, quack quack!"
Christopher was called Red-headed Boots because he always wore leather shoes and kicked people until they vomited blood.
When blood occupies the leather toes, they become red-headed boots.
(End of chapter)
