??322: Chapter 311: Scrounging for Autumn Wind
322: Chapter 311: Scrounging for Autumn Wind
“I can’t give you this business license,” Song Yun said as he crushed out his cigarette.
“You’re just listening to one side of the story.
Why don’t you listen to what I have to say?”
“Alright, I don’t want to be accused of bullying.
I’ll listen to what you have to say today, but if you can’t prove that you haven’t deceived consurs, I’ll be taking this business license with ,” the man sneered.
He really thought too much of himself.
It’s just a small hotpot restaurant; I say it gets shut down, and it gets shut down.
“I believe today’s incident was mostly reported by that troublemaker who ca to our restaurant.
He kept saying there was a fly in the hotpot.
We changed it for him once, and he still said there was a fly.
By the third ti, I discovered he had a bag in his pocket, and that bag was filled with flies.
This proves that these incidents were done on purpose by him and have nothing to do with our restaurant.”
“Moreover, our restaurant has been in business for many years; it’s impossible for us to ruin our reputation over sothing trivial.
So, today’s incident is a complete misunderstanding.”
The man gave Song Yun a glance and couldn’t help scoffing.
“Is that all?
Do you have evidence to prove that man was lying?
If you found a bag of flies in his pocket, then show it to .”
Where would there be any flies now?
Who would keep such a thing on them for no reason?
Once the incident was over, it was thrown directly into the trash can outside.
This law enforcent officer was just exploiting this blind spot, which is why he dared to be so bold to Song Yun.
Song Yun touched his nose and grinned, “No evidence, but what evidence do you have that my restaurant deceived consurs?
There are so many people in the store; why would I deceive them and specifically target that man who reported us?
It doesn’t make sense at all.”
“Who knows what was going on in your head at the ti?
Maybe you just didn’t like the look of that man and wanted to ss with him.
Regardless, I’m definitely taking away this business license today.” The man gestured, and the other law enforcent officers began to squeeze their way in.
“Hold on.
After you take my business license, what do I have to do to get it back?” Song Yun was well aware of what they were thinking.
These law enforcent officers were just trying to feather their own nests, prepping for the winter like animals fattening up.
Not to ntion these officials who pluck feathers from passing geese.
“Let
write you a fine,” the man said as he took out a small notebook from his pocket and quickly wrote down a few lines before handing it to Song Yun.
Song Yun took the fine and laughed.
These bastards really had quite the appetite, imposing a fine of US$150,000—that’s a high-end white-collar worker’s annual salary!
They were really ruthless.
“Don’t you think the fine’s a bit steep?
I’m not aware of any provision in the consur protection law that allows for such heavy fines.
Tell
which provisions I’ve violated,” Song Yun said with a raise of his brow and a smirk.
“According to Article 49 of the Consur Protection Law, your fraud has seriously breached business regulations,” the man declared triumphantly.
“Consur Protection Law, Article 49.” Song Yun checked on his phone and laughed.
“If a business engages in fraudulent conduct in providing goods or services, it shall, at the request of the consur, compensate for the losses incurred, and the amount of additional compensation shall be twice the price paid for the goods or the cost of the services.”
“Haha, although that man dined in our hotpot restaurant, he never paid.
That’s one thing, and even if he had paid, we would only compensate him three to four hundred yuan at most, certainly not US$150,000.
You’re out of line here.”
As Song Yun spoke with confidence, the man hurriedly said, “You also violated the hygiene regulations of the Food Safety Law.
Our penalty is actually quite lenient.”
“I don’t care.
Unless you give
a reasonable explanation, you’re not taking this business license from ,” Song Yun said stubbornly.
“Besides, how co the law enforcent officer’s na isn’t filled out in the section of the fine note?
Is your identity fake or sothing?
I have heard of scamrs who do this to swindle money.”
“We have law enforcent badges.”
“Nowadays, what can’t be faked?
Don’t even ntion law enforcent badges; even confidential docunts can be counterfeited,” Song Yun said with disdain.
“I think you guys are just scamrs.”
“It’s you who’s the scamr!
If you block us, you’re seriously obstructing official duties, and you’ll need to co with us for questioning,” the man finally threw out his trump card.
Nobody wants to follow law enforcent officers back to their turf; once you enter, who knows how they’ll treat you.
“Heh, even autumn wind scamming requires professionalism.
If you had just asked for one or two tael, maybe we would be generous and give it to you in a mont of happiness.
But to have the gall to issue a fine of US$150,000 for this small hotpot restaurant, which makes only five or six hundred thousand yuan a year – your greed really knows no bounds,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“You’re seriously obstructing official duties.
If you don’t move aside, I’ll call for backup,” the man shouted.
“Damn it, you start your own dye workshop with the little leeway given to you.
I’m not moving aside; what can you do to ?” Song Yun’s stubbornness flared up.
What’s with people these days?
Even a petty law enforcent officer dares to be so insolent.
“Fine, fine, fine,” the man said three tis before signaling his subordinates to start calling for backup.
Just because he’s calling for people?
Anyone can do that.
Although Song Yun didn’t know their leaders, officialdom has its connections; everyone has acquaintances.
Song Yun also started making a call to Wang Dong.
“What’s going on?” Wu Xin and Susan ca out from the kitchen and saw a crowd arguing at the entrance, so they hurried over to ask.
“It’s nothing.
These losers are just fishing for a chance to enforce,” Song Yun said calmly after hanging up the phone.
“The world is so vast; it’s full of strange things.
All sorts of demons and monsters dare to show off when they’ve got nothing better to do.”
Soon enough, four or five pickup trucks parked in front of the hotpot restaurant, a sight that scared away many custors who were thinking of coming in to eat.
More than ten uniford n jumped down from the trucks, their movents fluid and practiced—it seed they often harassed the common folk.
“They’re obstructing public duties.
Take them all back to the station.
I refuse to believe that a hotpot restaurant can be more powerful than the regulations,” the man commanded with a wave of his hand.
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