Chapter 17: Operation Feed The Street 3
Chapter 17
"Travis, it seems you are really serious about selling steak in my bar. That is quite unconventional, but I know you would succeed because I know what drunk and high people need, and I can say that meat is at the top of the list. Sex can always come later; I am even surprised I never thought of this. I am happy you are taking my advice. I hope this is not the last of your genius plans." Uncle Ken said to me as I was setting up the griller at a corner of the bar. The bar was very spacious, so finding a place to set up one is not bad.
"Yeah, that is unconventional, but I thought it was better than selling cake in the bar."
"Oh, so you got this idea from the movie about the woman who was sending cakes to clubs. I must say I am really impressed with your quick-witted thinking. But the movie was released recently, so when did you watch it?"
"Oh, about that, I watched it on Thursday after I came home from job hunting. I never really gave it a thought until you advised me. So I wanted to implement it realistically. I knew selling sweets wouldn't really last for a long time, but cheap, affordable home-cooked steak is always welcome. The hot spices and flavour of the steak can go with anything in the bar, meaning more sales for you too."
"Okay, just remember to give me 30% of the profits after every day. After all, I am giving you space, customers, and labor too."
"Yeah, I know Uncle, and I am really grateful for this opportunity."
After an hour of setting everything up, Drew was done setting up the griller, a counter to keep his things, and, of course, an apron to look presentable. The time was 3 p.m., so he decided to see if he had any messages in his Facebook DM asking him to sell his games. After spending 10 minutes there, he sold the games to 3 people, which netted him $150.
I think I need to get someone to create a website for me to post the games there. So, if someone pays for the games, they receive them. That technology will help increase efficiency because I realized I sometimes miss some customers because they might come online and I would be offline, and vice versa.
After selling my games and texting some of the women on Instagram, I headed back to my room to take a bath. I was feeling hot after setting up the griller and moving things. When done, I wore my signature white chase deer and black shorts.
Looking at myself one last time in the mirror and feeling confident, I stepped out of my room and moved towards my workstation. But when I got there, I noticed a 24-year-old lady waiting for me there. If I am not wrong, her name is Rose, and she is one of the waitresses in the bar and the one who got her ass smacked by me yesterday.
That ass was really soft, I am not going to lie. I guess Uncle Ken told her to help me out here. I really thank Uncle Ken from the deepest part of my heart because I needed a beautiful, busty woman to help attract those lustful men who came here.
Uncle Ken's bar was quite large, to be honest. I still do not know how he was able to secure this large amount of space in the heart of New York. It always surprises me whenever I think about it. I sometimes think he is the king of the underworld in New York, but he is pretending to be a bar attendant just to keep a low profile.
But it can be possible because, in all the time I have spent living in this place, I have never noticed a fight happening here in a bar, for Christ's sake. He is always smiling and cleaning classes, just like the bar attendants with big backgrounds in anime do. Plus, on a closer look, I have never seen Uncle Ken ask his customers to pay, and most of the time he does not collect rent from his tenants.
And the most absurd fact is that there has never been a police raid here. I know the shit that happens here, and I can only say I want to keep myself far away from those things.
The number of waitresses working for him is up to ten, and I know one thing: the pay they receive is enough for them to move out of the bar and stop working here, but they still work here.
And he also goes to church; he is just like those Mexican cartel leaders.
'So, the million-dollar question is: Why did Uncle Ken allow me to live here? And why has he been so good to me despite the fact that I have done nothing for him? I know this world is all about tasks and rewards. But I have done nothing to deserve the rewards I am being granted. Who is this man?'
I asked myself this question while looking at his smiling face. Nothing adds up.
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