North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 5 Restaurant Onboarding

Early the next morning, Jimmy woke up early. Since he didn't have a watch to determine the time, he basically determined the time based on the street lights and rising sun not far away.

There was silence all around, and the homeless people didn't even get up. Jimmy packed up, put everything in his backpack, and walked towards the wolf house. Yesterday, he had determined the route with other people, and it was quite far away. It was estimated to be 5-6 miles away.

Kilometers, it takes quite a while to walk there.

I filled a bottle of water with a cleaned mineral water bottle for later use, and walked slowly along the road. It was probably still early, the sun had just come out, it was probably around 7 o'clock, and there were not many cars driving on the road. It felt like there were not many people here.

He looks very laid-back, without the tense and busy feeling in his previous life.

You can often see people running and exercising, walking dogs, etc., but most of them seem to be middle-aged people, not many young people. Excluding the small probability of getting up early to go to work, it is probably not time to go out.

Bar.

Jimmy didn't wear a hat today. A Chinese face should be relatively rare here. Many people passing by would take a look at his appearance. From yesterday to now, he has not seen another Chinese, only one or two Hispanics.

, there are single digits of black people, and the rest are all white. It seems that if it were not for the special circumstances of this community, then it can be basically concluded that as a southern state, Arkansas should be conservative, with white people making up the majority.

Jimmy was thinking wildly as he walked, whether he should first inquire about the gathering place of Chinese Americans. It would be easier to talk to and do things if they were all Chinese. Because he had inquired about the route in advance yesterday, the journey went very smoothly without making any mistakes, and he directly found the Wolf House Restaurant.

It was probably still early, and none of the shops here were open. Jimmy sat on the steps outside, staring blankly at the cars passing by on the road, waiting for the restaurant to open.

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About half an hour later, a police car drove up to the door with its lights on but no siren. The police car stopped, opened the door, and a policeman got out.

"Hi sir, good morning."

"Hi, officer, good morning."

"What are you doing here? Can I see your ID?"

"Of course. What's the matter?" Jimmy opened his backpack and wallet, took out his driver's license and handed it to the police.

"It's nothing. Someone saw you sitting in front of the restaurant. Contact us to take a look." The policeman looked at the ID and handed it back to Jimmy.

"What are you doing here? Waiting for someone?"

"No, I came to work. I made an appointment with Mr. Woolf at 10 o'clock yesterday, but as you saw, I didn't bring my watch. I came too early."

"It's 8:50 now. It looks like you'll have to wait a long time. OK, since there's nothing else, I'll go back. Goodbye." The policeman left a business card for him, turned around and drove back to the street to continue patrolling.

Jimmy stuffed the business card into his wallet and continued to be dazed.

The level of security in the United States is really a bit confusing. How dangerous is it in normal times to call the police when someone is sitting at the door?

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After waiting for a long time, Jon finally arrived. Jon parked the car and walked over.

"You came very early, Jimmy. Come on, let's go in and chat."

Opening the restaurant door and walking into the manager's room next to the kitchen, Jon put his bag away, sat behind his desk and said to Jimmy:

"Please sit down. Jimmy, Jerry told me something about your situation yesterday, but I still want you to speak for yourself."

"Okay, Mr. Woolf. I set out from San Francisco, California, and worked as a wanderer all the way to Little Rock. I lived here for a while. I needed money for the next journey, so I asked Jerry to help find a short-term job.

Work." Jimmy said as he handed the driver's license to Jon. Jon simply excerpted part of the information and gave it back to Jimmy.

"Just call me Jon. Jimmy, if I have anything to say in advance, it's okay for you to work part-time here. The conditions mentioned yesterday are still the same. The weekly salary is 350, and the settlement is every Friday. Because you don't have much experience, there will be someone today.

Let me get you familiar with it. You only have one day, and you have to deliver the food alone tomorrow. As for the ordering, you are not responsible for it, you are only responsible for delivering the food."

"Okay, Jon. When will the others arrive? I need to use the bathroom to clean up."

"I'll take you there first."

Jon took Jimmy to the staff room and gave him a cabinet and a set of waiter's clothes. Jimmy put away his backpack, took the clothes and walked to the bathroom. The main reason was to take a shower. It didn't matter when he was homeless before, but now he works in a restaurant.

Definitely needs to be thoroughly cleaned.

Twenty minutes later, Jimmy returned to the restaurant after finishing his work. No one else came yet. He sat at the cashier to rest. He checked the time, which was 10:30. He waited for a few more minutes before other people arrived at the store one after another. Everyone went

The staff room has changed shop uniforms and chef uniforms.

"Everyone, come here first and introduce our new colleague, Jimmy Young, who is from San Francisco. Karen, you can take him with him for a day and deliver meals."

"Hi, everyone, I'm Jimmy Young, nice to meet you all."

"Hi Jimmy, I'm Karen."

Jimmy looked at Karen. Karen was also white, with big blond waves, a good figure, 170 cm tall, 30-40 years old, well maintained, with only subtle crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

"OK, let's start working." After Jon finished his lecture, he turned and walked back to his office, and everyone else dispersed.

"Jimmy, follow me and let me introduce you. You are responsible for delivering food. You pick up the food from the food delivery window behind the cashier and deliver it to each table. Over here." Karen led Jimmy to familiarize himself with the restaurant from the cashier.

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"We have 10 tables, numbers 1-8 are in the front hall, numbers 9-10 are in the left corner, the table number is 1234 clockwise, you have to remember it clearly, there will be marks 1-1, 3-2 on the list

Please don’t send the wrong seat number.”

"This leads to the kitchen, but usually we don't have to go in. This is the tableware recycling area, and the collected tableware is stored here."

"The spare tableware is in the cabinet next to the cashier. If anyone needs it, they can come here to get it."

Jimmy followed Karen around the restaurant. Most of the content had been introduced, and he also introduced other people to him. Then Karen went back to the staff room. Jimmy sat at the table by the door and watched.

The street outside the window.

There are three waiters in the restaurant, Karen Pires and Annie Riley, who are responsible for taking orders, Karen and him are responsible for delivering food, and one cashier, Erica Sanchez

), Hispanic, 2 chefs, Jacob Riley and Daniel Brown, Annie and Jacob are husband and wife.

It turns out that there are only 6 people in the restaurant, 5 white people and 1 Hispanic. Anne is also the wife of the chef Jacob. It is a completely white world. This further confirms his idea in the morning that Arkansas should be a conservative state with an overwhelming proportion of white people.

(End of chapter)