The reason Luke ca to this restaurant to eat is because Negan received a tip that his cousin, Will, had been here, or more accurately, used his credit card here.
He ca today hoping to try his luck.
Luke ate his al very slowly, but after over an hour, he still hadn't seen Will.
Luke was almost done and was getting ready to leave.
The owner of the restaurant approached him with a smile, "Sir, is this your first ti at our place?"
"Yes." Luke looked her over; the owner was also Asian, quite pretty, with a faint pleasant fragrance about her.
"Did you enjoy your al?"
"Pretty good."
"Do you have any feedback on the dishes or our service?"
"The dishes tasted nice, but the bowl of rice I ordered at the end was just average in texture."
"Thank you for your feedback. We'll work on it.
This bowl of rice will be on the house."
"No need." Luke liked eating rice and was picky about its texture, not that there was an issue with the restaurant's rice.
The owner took note of the rice issue, "We hope to see you again next ti."
Luke stopped her, "What's your na?"
"My surna is Lin, and I'm the owner of this restaurant."
"Boss Lin, could I ask you for a favor?"
The owner smiled and replied, "I'm just a small restaurant owner, if it's about the restaurant, no problem.
If it's about sothing else, I might not be able to help."
Luke took out a photo of Will, "Have you seen him?"
The owner glanced at the photo, "Yes, a handso Asian guy, he has dined here before."
"I'm his cousin, he recently had a fight with his family and ran away from ho.
His family is very worried.
If he cos again, could you give a call?"
The owner looked troubled, "I'm sorry, I can't agree to that request.
You are my guest, and he is my guest as well.
No matter the reason, I won't disclose any guest information to others.
I believe, if I did,
you wouldn't feel comfortable either."
"Could you tell when he was last here?"
"He left a little after 8 PM the night before last."
"Was he alone, or with soone else?"
"He ca with friends."
"What kind of friends?"
"I don't rember clearly."
"Thank you."
"I'm very sorry I couldn't help you." The owner finished speaking and returned to the counter.
Luke didn't press on any further, called the waiter to settle the bill, and left.
Although he didn't see Will, just knowing he dined here the night before last was proof enough he wasn't in danger.
Luke used to think quite well of this cousin before, but this incident left him with a bit of displeasure.
If not for the sake of his father and uncle, Luke wouldn't even bother.
The next morning.
Luke got up early; it was ti for the chubby one to return to Los Angeles as his vacation ended.
Originally, the plan was for the two brothers to return together.
But due to the case involving Gambling King Zhou Tiansheng, Luke decided to stay in New York a while longer to resolve it and ensure his father's safety.
Luke took his brother to the airport, and the chubby one looked dissatisfied, muttering, "Why do I have to go back alone?"
"If you don't return soon, mom might co storming to New York." Luke pinched his brother's head with his right hand.
"I don't like flying alone."
"Stop making excuses, I'll be back in a couple of days."
"Will you bring a gift?"
Luke "..."
Do I owe you?
He reluctantly said, "I will."
"Liar, you said yesterday you'd bring sothing tasty when you got back and you brought nothing."
Luke "..."
He initially planned to take two roasted pigeons ho, but the owner refused his request. Although he knew they weren't obliged to help, he still felt a bit displeased and didn't bring it up again.
Li Zhaofeng said, "Jack, I'll miss you too, but you need to go to school.
You can co back to New York and play during the sumr."
"Really?"
"Of course, let's do a high-five pledge." Li Zhaofeng stretched out his right hand for a high-five with his son.
After dawdling for twenty minutes, the ti almost ca, and Luke waved his brother off.
What a nuisance.
Finally gone.
The father and son drove ho.
Li Zhaofeng, driving, said, "Luke, staying here in New York, it won't affect your work in Los Angeles, will it?"
"I've already contacted the chief and explained the situation here. He gave a few extra days off."
Li Zhaofeng glanced at his son; he's grown up, matured. He knew Luke stayed back to help him, wanted to say thank you but couldn't find the words, "By the way, it's tax filing season, need any help?"
Luke thought for a mont, "Of course, I was just about to bring that up."
Filing taxes in Arica is complex, requiring a professional's interpretation and judgnt on many of the tax regulations.
Why is it that every ti there's a tax increase, it's the middle class that suffers the most, because the poor don't have money to fleece.
The wealthy have money and will hire professional lawyers and accountants to plan their taxes, designing various legitimate sches to reduce or avoid taxes by redistributing inco and expenses.
The middle class suffers the most; they have so money but not a lot, reluctant to hire professional lawyers and accountants to help plan their taxes. Sotis, the cost of hiring them might exceed the increased tax amount, so why bother?
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