The men from the slums stood up immediately. "We accept!" they all shouted in unison.
They only needed to talk about this place, and then they would get paid and free access to the restaurant. Why wouldn't they do it?
Luan smiled, spreading some papers out on the table.
"If you agree to those terms, sign the contract and go to Kian to collect your payment," he said, pointing at the papers he had just spread out.
Hearing that, they all gulped. They had heard stories about contracts but never expected to come into contact with one. Much less needing to sign one.
The men from the slums, however, couldn't care less; they went straight to the table where the contracts were laid out. Grabbed a pen and signed at the bottom.
After that they went to Kian to collect their cards and their payments.
"Kafele, guide them to the private room reserved for them." Luan ordered, holding the signed contracts with a smirk on his face.