Nash ended the call immediately after he said his piece, thinking it


    was meaningless to say more. He did not want to hear any


    exnations.


    The Life Department was responsible for dormitory management, the


    cafeteria, and living areas. This department did not require


    through brief training and be immediately put on duty.


    With his position as the chief inspector in Longford, there should not be any major obstacles in his way


    if he wished to dismiss the


    manager of the Life Department.


    Arnauld was stunned by Nash’s icy tone and felt a sense of


    foreboding. The Inspection Department’s newest employee and


    Frankie wanted to meet him. Were they really going to investigate


    him?


    After a moment of contemtion, he decided to go to the cafeteria to


    find out what was going on.


    In the cafeteria, Nash and Frankie were almost done with their meal.


    They were just about to put down their cutlery when the woman


    across from them said, “He who knows the hardships of each grain


    on their te knows to appreciate every bite.


    “The cafeteria has rules prohibiting food wastage, and those who leave leftovers will be fined as per the


    regtions in ce.”


    The woman had overheard their conversation earlier and sensed that


    these two were not ordinary executives. They seemed to be nning


    to rectify the situation in the cafeteria, so she decided to share with them about the fines as if she were


    just casually reminding them.


    Frankie was slightly surprised. “When did this rulee into effect? Why don’t I know about it?”


    As soon as the statement left his mouth, he blushed. He usually ate on the third floor and was not


    familiar with the regtions on the first


    floor.


    “You should ask the management about that. I’m just an ordinary employee. I don’t know anything!”


    The woman’s tray was clean. Putting down her cutlery, she took out a tissue to wipe her mouth before


    wiping the grease stains on the table.


    “Well then, I appreciate it,” Frankie thanked her gently and nced at Nash, whose expression left one


    to wonder what he was thinking


    about.


    At this moment, the portly Arnauld hurriedly into the cafeteria. M


    of the cafeteria staff wore work uniforms, making it easy for him. spot Frankie, who was dressed in a


    suit. He quickly approached them smiling as he said, “Mr. Jenkins, what brought you here for lunch?”


    Frankie smiled insincerely and replied, “Does it matter where I eat?”


    Arnauld nced at Nash, who was sitting next to Frankie, and asked with a smile, “Is this the newest


    employee of the Inspection


    Department? Hello, it’s nice to meet you!”


    He extended his plump hand, ready to shake hands with Nash. Nash, however, ignored it and said


    expressionlessly, “Mr. Schwartz, please have a seat.”


    Arnauld awkwardly withdrew his hand and sat down next to the


    woman. The woman immediately picked up her tray, preparing to leave. She looked at Nash and


    Frankie cautiously, asking, “Are you done with your food? If yes, I’ll take your trays away.”


    Nash nced at Arnauld casually and said with a smile, “There’s a


    rule in the cafeteria that you must finish your meal. I can’t afford to pay the fine.”


    He then went back to his food.


    Frankie also picked up his cutlery and went back to eating.


    Beads of sweat appeared on Arnauld’s forehead at the disy as he stuttered, “Mr. Jenkins, you


    guys…”


    Nash chewed his food, the food crunching loudly in his mouth. A


    small stone had gotten into the mashed potatoes.


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    Turning to the woman who was about to leave, Nash said, “Miss, car


    you help get a serving of food for Mr. Schwartz?”


    The woman could not help but chuckle. “Certainly!”


    Finally, someone was here to rectify the state of the cafeteria. This


    was going to be interesting!


    The woman quickly got another serving of food and ced the tray in


    front of Arnauld, saying, “Mr. Schwartz, please enjoy. I’ll get you at


    bowl of chowder too!”


    With a trembling hand, Arnauld picked up his spoon but hesitated to start eating. The food on the first


    and second floors was meant for ordinary workers, so cheap ingredients and leftovers from the markets


    were used to make the food.


    As someone ustomed to exquisite fare, Arnauld was picky with his food. How could he consume


    something that was no different from pig feed?


    “Mr. Schwartz, you’d better eat quickly. Both Mr. Calcraft and I have already finished our meal. See,


    we’re doing just fine.” Frankie smiled politely.


    “I… I’ll eat now…” Arnauld picked up his cutlery and began eating hastily. Immediately upon taking a


    bite, he bit into a small stone.