Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1446 - Boss, Can I Remove The Helmet?

Chapter 1446: Boss, Can I Remove The Helmet?

“Closed for business tonight to support the Gentlemen’s League.” Mag hung a sign on the door before the lunch service commenced.

It drew the customers’ bemoaning once again.

“Boss Mag, we won’t even get to eat the hot pot tonight, right?” Vanessa asked Mag piteously.

“Yes. The restaurant is completely closed tonight.” Mag nodded with a smile.

Well, he had no choice, as he had already agreed to go to the Chamber of Commerce’s year-end celebration. He couldn’t leave Rena alone in the restaurant to make hot pot while the rest of them went out to play.

“Even Mamy Restaurant has joined the Gentlemen’s League. Seems like we have to go do something tonight.” The customers’ interest in the Gentlemen’s League was piqued while they lamented the closure of the restaurant tonight. Many of the customers were going to try it out.

After the busy lunch service was over, Mag said to all the ladies, “If you ladies don’t have appropriate clothes for tonight’s banquet, you may go take a look at Blue Suede Fashion. Just tell them you are Mamy Restaurant’s employees and put the tag on me for all the clothes that you buy. I will go pay for them later. Just take it as my gift to all of you for your hard work during this time.”

“We can buy new clothes?!” All the ladies’ eyes glowed.

Mag smilingly said, “Yes. We have four hours before the banquet starts. You all may move around freely now. We will gather at the restaurant later at 5 pm before we set off together.”

“Thank you, Boss,” all the ladies happily said, and after saying goodbye to Mag, they all left together. They even brought Anna along with them.

“Looking at the time, the elves should have arrived at Chaos City by now?” Mag went up to the study. Irina had already settled the issue of the Night Elves’ accommodation with City Lord Michael, so there was no need for him to get involved too much in case it attracted unnecessary attention to him.

As for the matter of building the factory, Mag intended to talk to Scheer when he saw her tonight. After all, he had given her the authorization to use the steam engine. Be it the funds or the promotion of the products in the future, it would be much easier if Scheer worked with him.

Profits should be shared. Mag understood that rationale very well.

As an unqualified businessman, he didn’t want to do every single thing by himself. It would be perfect if he could earn money without doing anything.

As for the Night Elves, the sudden influx of 20,000 in the workforce in Chaos City was naturally the best choice for the newly built factory.

***

The Moreton Manor.

“Cyril, this bastard, actually ganged up with Bowen and Harvey. This is akin to bringing the wolves into our house!” Jeffree said annoyedly as he smashed his glass on the floor. His chest was rising up and down rapidly due to his anger.

Manard, the chief secretary, lowered his head.

Jeffree finally appeased his anger after a while. He looked up at Manard. “How many board members are supporting Gloria now?”

“If the Marquises’ and Dodges’ board members are supporting Young Master Cyril, and disregarding the Buffetts’ board members, the board members who support Miss Gloria are less than 10,” Manard answered.

“There are a total of 68 board members in the Chamber of Commerce...” Jeffree furrowed his brows worriedly.

Manard suggested, “Master, should we assemble all the board members and tell them your standpoint? After all, Miss Gloria has just appeared in their sights recently, they might have some prejudices and misunderstandings.”

“There’s no need to. We would be simply adding onto the joke.” Jeffree shook his head, and his expression slowly became calm. “If she can’t even pass this test, she wouldn’t be able to hold up the Moreton Family.”

“Yes.” Manard nodded.

***

In a moving carriage.

“Young Mistress, according to your request, the Buffett’s 21 board members have agreed to vote for Gloria,” the secretary told Scheer, who was resting with her eyes closed.

“How many votes has she gotten now?” Scheer asked casually without opening her eyes.

“From the news, the Marquises and the Dodgeses are already ganging up with Cyril. They should have at least 30 stable votes in their hands. Furthermore, given Cyril’s work in the Moreton Family and his unique identity as the heir, he should be receiving more than Gloria from the Moretons’ board members. As for the remaining independent board members, we still do not know their stand yet. The confirmed votes that Gloria has now should be around 25,” the secretary swiftly answered.

Scheer curled her lips and revealed a sneering smile. “Come to speak of it, shouldn’t I be supporting Cyril instead? Given his stupid action of collaborating with Bowen and Harvey, if he takes over the Moreton Family, I don’t even have to do anything, and he will waste the Moreton Family away by himself.”

***

Irina returned to the restaurant in the evening.

“I have sent all of them to the factory,” Irina said as she ate the beggar’s chicken Mag made for her.

Mag asked, “What about their accommodations at night? We don’t have enough dormitories now.”

“I got them to bring some logs back on my way here. They should be building houses right now. We are elves, the species who know the wood element best. When it comes to building wooden houses, even the dwarves aren’t as good as us,” Irina said confidently.

“Alright.” Mag nodded. Since he didn’t have to worry about it, he wasn’t going to pursue the matter. He then said, “The Chamber of Commerce has a banquet tonight. Everyone in the restaurant is going. Do you want to come along?”

“Are you in charge of cooking?”

“No. I am considered an invited guest, so I don’t have to cook.”

“Then why should I go? The food that the other chefs make is atrocious.” Irina shook her head, and took a bite of the chicken thigh. “I am going over to the factory to do some arrangements for them.”

“Alright.” Mag nodded. The Night Elves’ matters were more urgent. It wasn’t necessary for her to go to this banquet.

Irina left straight after filling up her tummy. She had plenty of things to do in order to settle 20,000 elves.

Mag went upstairs to change into a casual suit after looking at the time. Considering that the outdoor temperature was a little low, he added on a gray coat.

There was someone knocking on the door as soon as Mag got downstairs. He opened the door, and a group of beautiful maidens were standing at the restaurant’s entrance, smiling at him.

“Look at our new clothes, Boss. Blue Suede’s clothes are beautiful and warm. Moreover, they’re as light as feathers and so comfortable on the body,” Miya said happily.

“Errrr...”

Mag stared at the smiling maidens in down jackets, and he was at a loss for words.

Even though the Blue Suede’s down jackets were very chic and also light and comfortable on the body, they were going to a banquet, after all. Wasn’t it a little weird... when all of them attended in down jackets?

“Yes. It’s so warm that it fogged up. I can’t see anything.” Connie, who was following after them, was talking to a tree seriously. “Boss, can I remove the helmet?”