The Cup on the Plane
"Li Bai's Tavern" wasn't just a place Li Bai himself didn't want to go. The other members of the Chinese peacekeeping force didn't want to go there either.
The body odor of different races could sometimes be a mutual assault.
Especially in a tavern that was almost a semi-enclosed space, one had to admit that the damage was amplified.
It was just that people of East Asian descent were more sensitive to the body odor of Black people, while Black people themselves were almost completely unaware of their own and others' strong body odor.
With Li Bai acting as an absentee boss, it was only natural that problems would arise.
Well, Black people had sticky fingers by nature. Petty theft was practically routine. Give them food and they'd lounge around doing nothing; getting them to work hard was incredibly difficult. Otherwise, they wouldn't be begging while sitting on a gold mine, growing poorer by the day.
Without supervision, it was inevitable that some would take things for themselves or steal. Even when Li Bai was there to keep watch over the tavern, such things couldn't be avoided.
These unscrupulous locals didn't know the meaning of restraint. Once they were given free rein, they'd make a complete mess of things until everything was beyond repair.
Before officially washing his hands of the place, Li Bai had made it clear.
If they ruined the tavern through laziness, waste, or petty theft, they could blame themselves!
He wasn't going to keep paying for other people's mistakes. If they lost their jobs and couldn't afford to eat, they shouldn't complain about anyone else. They'd only have themselves to blame.
Li Bai couldn't have cared less about the tavern's business. Even including the school, the total investment was only a