Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
...

Close body King of Soldiers

Basil Jaak chuckled, casually saying, "Just two dishes to make peace?"


The manager frowned, "What's your expectation then?"


"At least a 30-40% discount." Basil Jaak began counting on his fingers, "Do you have any idea how much money you just cost me by delaying these few minutes?"


Upon hearing Basil Jaak's words, the manager breathed a sigh of relief. In a restaurant of this level, money is sometimes not the top priority. If a little money can be used to compensate and avoid disaster, it was an acceptable outcome.


After some deliberation, the manager said, "Alright, we are willing to offer a 20% discount on top of the two complimentary signature dishes as a gesture of apology for the inconvenience caused to you. We hope you will accept this and understand our situation."


"Only twenty percent? You can't offer thirty or forty percent discount?" Basil Jaak enquired.


Chapter 183: Want to Eat Roasted Sweet Potato_1