A stretched Lincoln car was safely parked in front of a nondescript grilled rib restaurant, and Blake hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door for Yuri.
"Boss, this is the place where the other party made an appointment," Blake said to Yuri with some embarrassment, this place looked like a fly restaurant, and it was not a place for people like Yuri to come at all.
However, Blake still had to bring Yuri here, because the Irish bosses who secretly had trouble with the Taj Mahal casino insisted that they would not meet Yuri here.
Yuri held out his hand to signal Blake not to care, and Yuri looked up at the sign on the door.
The name of the visit is Bunratty, and there is a small line below the sign, which serves a variety of Irish cuisine.
This reminded Yuri of the first time he met Lomonosov in Tyumen.
Yuri stood outside the door for a moment, then pushed open the door and stepped into the small restaurant.
The store seemed to be empty at this point, but Yuri glanced around and found three elderly people in a corner playing poker.
Yuri waited at the door for a while, but there was no one in the store to greet him, so he could only walk in the direction of the three people.
"I'm sorry, I'm late," Yuri said as he walked over to the table.
But no one paid any attention to him, and the men were playing their cards on their own, as if Yuri didn't exist at all.
Yuri could only pull out his stool and sit in the corner of the table, he looked at the few people at the table, all three of them were obviously old, with thick beards on their lips, they all had thick cigars in their hands, and the ice cubes soaked in whiskey in their glasses were slowly melting.
"What to order," asked an old woman who looked a little sturdy and walked behind Yuri at some point, with a slight impatience in her tone.
"Steak, beer," Yuri said casually.
The old woman crossed her hands on her hips and said in an unquestioning tone: "Since the opening of our shop, no customer has ever ordered steak, our customer only orders Irish dark beer grilled ribs and whiskey. ” "Then it's good to have dark beer, grilled ribs and whiskey" Yuri was not satisfied with the old woman's attitude, but he was here to negotiate today and didn't want to dwell on these things.
"Do you want to play a game" The three people at the table seemed to have just finished a game, and the old man sitting directly across from Yuri shuffled his cards and asked Yuri.
"Of course," Yuri replied with a smile.
After shuffling the cards, the other party began to deal the cards, and sure enough, Yuri was included, and Yuri cleaned up the poker in front of him while looking at the other three people at the table.
"Are you Russian?"
asked an old man sitting on Yuri's right, puffing on a smoke ring.
"Yes, I'm from Russia and just took over the Taj Mahal casino, so it's nice to meet you," Yuri tried to get closer to the Irish casino owners.
"It's a good casino, it's a lot more luxurious than ours, but your manager told us you seem to be having some trouble," said another old man to Yuri's left.
"Yes, there seems to be a little bit of a problem with our recruitment, and there are very few applicants," Yuri replied with some humility.
"So you'd like to ask us to help you point things out," the guy sitting across from Yuri asked.
"Yes, I just took over Taj Mahal and have no experience yet and need the guidance of seniors like you," Yuri replied.
The three people at the poker table stared at Yuri for a long time, but they didn't stop working on their hands, and when the cards were dealt, the old man sitting opposite Yuri said: "Russian, I think you have a good attitude and are a person who can listen to the truth, so I will take some effort to say a few more words to you."
My name is Clement, they're James and Edward, and the three biggest casinos in the city besides your Taj Mahal are ours.
The three of us have been here since 1976 when the law was first approved to run a gambling business, and it wasn't easy to do business here, but we managed to survive all these years.
It's the ones who make this place thrive, but there are always people who want to take a ride and try their luck.
You are not the first, nor will you be the last.
But whoever comes, he's no match for us," Clement said, raising his glass and taking a sip.
He looked at James and raised his cigar and snorted.
"Taj Mahal's boss has changed a few times, I can't remember Edward," James asked playfully.
"Counting this newcomer, it should be four stubbles" The old man named Edward laughed and raised his glass, greeting Yuri slightly.
James continued: "Yes, it's only been a few years, I still remember that the first person who came to build the Taj Mahal Casino was a real estate developer from New York, I won't say, you must want to have to admit that the level of his house building is really good, and the casino is more beautiful than ours, but I can't remember what his name is, by the way, I saw his name still hanging on it last time I passed by your casino."
"Hahaha" the three people at the table laughed insolently.
"Who's behind it, you see I'm too old to remember, Edward, do you remember?"
asked James.
Edward said: "There are a few Texas nouveau riche who made some money from oil, but they couldn't do it for three months, and it is said that in the end the bank auctioned everything there."
"Aha" "Little guy, I won't say who the last boss was, they are said to be selling drugs, and they are still in prison, but I want to say little guy, you are really picky, I want to know if your casino is cursed by witches" James continued.
"Hahahahaha" There was another burst of laughter, and Yuri was already clenching his fists in anger, he kind of understood that these three old guys were here to humiliate him.
"Three bosses, I don't bother you how to run the casino, I just want to ask now, 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 owners in three years, and the employees in the casino have hardly worked for a year, do you expect them to go to work in such a place again" Clement also replied coldly.
"Blake, tell Mr.
Tony from the union for me, I'll pay the workers a year's wages in advance," Yuri said as he stood up, kicked over his chair, and walked away without looking back. t1706231537: