Seven hundred, conspiracy

Seeing a customer walk in through the door, Sun Xiaolan turned her head and, upon seeing who it was, her face immediately soured. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear; it seemed the lesson from last time hadn't been enough.

Stepping forward, Sun Xiaolan blocked the path of the two people walking in, "Out! Our restaurant does not welcome you."

"We've come to eat, not to make trouble," the man said with a grin.

"I've never seen anyone do business like you, turning customers away. I'm set on having my meal here today; let's see what you can do about it," the woman retorted with a cold snort. She had been harboring a grudge ever since she was thrown out last time.

She went to Big Uncle, hoping he'd find an excuse to shut down this restaurant. However, the health department and the business bureau had both made inspections and found no issues. With no problems, there was naturally no way to shut the restaurant down.