After dinner, as they were paying to leave, Zhao Yuan was stopped yet again.
It was the manager of the seafood buffet.
The manager, forcing a smile, stuffed a thick stack of coupons into Zhao Yuan's hands. "Young man," he said, "these are coupons for a few other seafood buffets in University City. Please, take them. Also, I'll give you a fifty-percent discount on your meal today. I just ask one thing: please don't come back to our restaurant again. If you're craving seafood, go to the places I gave you coupons for. Their food tastes better than ours, and they have a much wider selection…"
To keep Zhao Yuan away, the manager was clearly desperate, even resorting to badmouthing his own establishment. Normally, he would have flown into a rage if anyone dared to suggest his restaurant's food or selection was inferior. But now, he was genuinely terrified by Zhao Yuan's appetite.
