The Super Son-in-law

Chapter 34 Protection Fees

Rosalie was stunned. Who would have thought it was worth $100,000!

Norris was also dumbfounded and blurted out, "Allen, how could you give me such an expensive gift!"

"This is too costly..."

Allen said indifferently, "Norris, appreciation. Don't worry too much about its price."

Norris was deeply moved. He never expected his college buddy to be so loyal!

Hamlin looked completely confused. What's going on?

This piece of junk was worth $100,000?

The classmates were also shocked.

No one dared to look down on Allen now. After all, he was someone who casually gifted a $100,000 ancient painting!

Everyone secretly envied Norris!

This was incredible!

Receiving such an expensive gift for the grand opening!

At this moment, Rosalie was also shocked and immediately changed her opinion of Allen.

She knew exactly how skilled her father was. If he said the painting was worth $100,000, it must be true.

My god! Norris's classmate had given such a valuable gift—this was no ordinary generosity!

As she thought this, her eyes sparkled when she looked at Allen.

Mia asked in confusion, "Allen, how much did you actually pay for this painting?"

Allen smiled faintly and whispered, "Honestly, it didn't cost much."

The main reason is that the person who sold me the painting is an acquaintance, and he had also acquired it through a stroke of luck at a bargain price.

Mia couldn't help but say, "A $100,000 painting sold to you for a few hundred dollars?

How could such a good thing happen?"

Allen said indifferently, "Many people don't actually care that much about money. Am I not the same?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have given this painting to Norris."

Mia nodded slightly. Allen was right. If someone cared deeply about money, they would never give away such an expensive thing.

It seemed that although her husband might not have much success, his boldness exceeded that of ordinary people!

At this moment, Allen stood up and looked at Hamlin, who was panic-stricken. He smiled and asked,

Classmate Hamlin, how do you plan to eat this table?

Will you bite into it directly, or should I get a knife to chop it into pieces for you to eat one by one?"

Hamlin felt like dying! Damn it!

Why was he being slapped in the face by this loser Allen again and again?

He never could have imagined that the painting was real—and actually worth $100,000!

But he had already made his bold declaration. What should he do now?

Was he really going to eat the table? That was impossible!

His car had been burned, but he could just buy a new one.

But how could anyone eat a table? If he actually did, wouldn't he die?

The other classmates now teased him: "Oh, Hamlin, you said you'd eat the table—you aren't going back on your word now, are you?"

"Yeah, we're all waiting for your performance!"

I don't know who slapped the table and shouted, "Hamlin, start your performance!"

Hamlin's face turned extremely (ugly), and he blurted out, "We're all classmates, so just let me off the hook."

Allen smiled and said, "You're the one who started this. Everyone is just urging you to keep your promise."

Hamlin knew he couldn't weasel out of this today, so he forced himself to speak through gritted teeth.

"I was impulsive earlier. I didn't recognize how extraordinary Allen is. I apologize to Allen and to everyone here. I hope you can forgive me."

Everyone was shocked to see him suddenly back down. Was this really the Hamlin they knew?

But Hamlin had no choice. If he didn't concede, he'd have to eat the table

and there was no way he could actually do that.

If he reneged, he'd surely anger everyone, and who knew how they'd mock him then.

So the only way out was to admit defeat and hope to get through this ordeal.

Sure enough, as soon as he conceded, some classmates said, "Well, it's not easy for Hamlin to admit his mistake and apologize."

so let's just forget it!"

"Yeah, let it go! No one can eat a table. We haven't even had dinner yet—let's just start eating!"

So he said aloud, Since classmate Hamlin has admitted his mistake and apologized,This matter has come to an end.

Today is Norris' restaurant grand opening, let's not steal the limelight!

Hamlin heaved a sigh of relief, but in his heart, he to kill Allen to relieve his hatred.

Allen had no intention of letting him go. He sent a text message to Vivian.

"Check which vice president in the company has a son named Hamlin."

Vivian quickly replied, "There is a vice president named Cedric, and his son is Hamlin.

What's the matter, Chairman? Do you have any instructions?"

Allen replied, "Fire him. Make him leave immediately."

"Okay!"

Hamlin had no idea that his father had just been fired by Delaney Group and was going through the dismissal process there.

Finally getting through the ordeal of his vow, he relaxed slightly, but secretly thought, I must find an opportunity to get back at Allen! 

More importantly, he had to find a way to regain his dignity in front of his classmates. Otherwise, after being slapped in the face by Allen twice in a row, how could he ever show off in front of them again?

Just as he was wondering how to save face, a commotion suddenly came from the restaurant entrance.

Everyone turned to look. A group of fierce-looking young gangsters barged in.

They all had tattoos and carried baseball bats, galvanized steel pipes, and other weapons—clearly a tough crowd.

At the sight of these men rushing in, everyone's face fell.

Norris and Rosalie were particularly terrified, their eyes filled with fear.

After entering, the scar-faced man first scanned the entire hall.

Then he pointed at Norris and said with a sneer, "Boss, you didn't even give a heads-up about such a big opening.

 Do you look down on us brothers?"

Rosalie's face turned pale as she forced a smile and asked, "What do you want here?"

Before the opening, Rosalie had heard that local gangsters extorted protection money here.

The previous owner of this restaurant was reportedly driven out of business by these hoodlums, leaving them no choice but to sell the shop.

But Rosalie had thought: In broad daylight, how dare these underworld figures rob people in public? 

That's why she had bought the place at a low price, planning to manage it well.

Yet here they were, the very day of the grand opening!

The scar-faced man grinned widely. "Doing business here naturally means giving us brothers some benefits.

We won't ask for much—just 20% of the restaurant's dry shares.

From now on, if anything happens here, we'll 'protect' you."

His tone turned icy as he added, If you refuse, don't blame us for being harsh.

Norris and Rosalie both gasped at the demand.

Twenty percent of the dry shares? This was outright robbery!

"You have one minute to decide."