Volume 1 Chapter 120 Mental Damage Compensation

Soon, five troubled teenagers arrived at the meeting room.

There are three boys and two girls, all around fourteen or fifteen or sixteen years old. They are the leaders of those problem teenagers and naturally the representatives.

The men wear earrings, have tattoos, and smoke. They don't have the vigor and ruffian spirit that people of their age should have. Some of them even carry a mirror with them, taking it out from time to time to look at themselves, comb their bangs, and fix their hairstyle.

The women had dyed their hair in a variety of colors and wore dark eyeliner. They were about 14, 15 or 16 years old and looked pretty, but with this kind of attire, one could tell at first glance that they were nightclub girls. One of the women not only painted her lips black, but also learned to smoke.

The five troubled teenagers showed no awe at all and simply found seats to sit down when they arrived at the conference hall, as casually as if they were back home.

One guy even took off his shoes and scrubbed his toes, and the stench of athlete's foot immediately filled the air.

When the department heads and branch managers of Mingchu saw the behavior of these five people, they all frowned and felt a surge of anger in their hearts. However, their boss Li Tian was present and he hadn't said anything yet, so they couldn't lose their temper.

When Li Tian saw these five people, he felt a sense of familiarity, because when he was this age, he was also so rebellious and lawless.

So, he was very patient with these people.

He waved his hand, signaling the staff to pour tea for the five people.

After receiving instructions, the staff poured hot tea for the five people.

"Tell me what you want. What can you do to stop causing trouble in our famous chef restaurant?" Li Tian spoke.

"Who the hell are you?" asked the boy who was picking his toes.

The first thing they said was a foul language, making all the celebrity chefs present want to slap these bastards to death before their hair even fully grows.

Li Tian raised his eyebrows: "I am the boss of a famous chef."

The boy who was scratching his toes sneered: "So the boss of the celebrity chef is a dick like you."

Li Tian was not angry at all, and went along with him and said, "Yes, yes, it's my dick."

"Hahahaha...he actually said he's a dick!"

"Dick hair, hahahaha..."

"The boss of the celebrity chef is a jerk, that's so funny, then everyone else is a dick, hahahaha..."

The five troubled teenagers burst into laughter on the spot, and the boy with the toe picked out even clapped his hands on the table while laughing.

The heads of various departments and branch managers of the famous chefs had dark faces and glared at the five people. Some of them were so angry that they gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

Li Tian had a smile on his face and just looked at them quietly.

Under his gaze, the five people quickly quieted down, because Li Tian's gaze made them feel uncomfortable, just like a naughty child who was crying and making a fuss but didn't get the proper care from his parents. They felt it was boring and uninteresting, so they stopped on their own.

"You're not laughing anymore? If you're not laughing anymore, let's have a good talk."

Li Tian was gentle and patient and said to them, "What can you do to stop causing trouble in my name?"

"Compensate us for our mental damages!" one of the girls yelled.

"Mental damage compensation?" Li Tian raised his eyebrows, not understanding what kind of mental damage compensation this was.

Another girl stood up and shouted at Li Tian: "You celebrity chefs called the police to take us to the police station. We were frightened and couldn't eat or sleep well. Shouldn't you compensate us for our mental damages?"

Hearing such an impolite request, all the celebrity chefs present were furious.

"You were the ones who deliberately occupied the seats and used our celebrity chef's store as a nightclub, affecting our normal business. Shouldn't we call the police to arrest you?"

"And mental damage compensation? You have the nerve to ask for that?"

"You bastards, you don't study hard, you just learn from the scum in society, are you worthy of your parents?"

They really couldn't help themselves, and all the chef department directors and branch managers started scolding him.