After finally turning the tide and solving the gang problem left behind by my father, I was finally able to wash my hands of my problems and open a coffee shop that I had long wanted to open.

But I definitely can't do it alone, so I started recruiting people.

After several interviews, I selected the members.

The red-haired young man named O'Neill looks like a very artistic young man and is calm, which fits the style of a coffee shop;

The young man in a wheelchair named Barry has rich experience in financial management and can be a treasurer. It happens that there are disabled people in the store who can apply for tax avoidance;

The man named Tommy with naturally curly silver hair...well, I didn't want to recruit him at first, but he pulled my leg and cried loudly, saying that he still had a couple of children waiting to be fed at home, and it was not easy for a single father. Forget it, let's just admit him.

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At first, everyone was in peace, until later everyone's vests fell off and their true colors were revealed.

I was shocked - Co-author: Are all of us washing our hands in a golden basin? ! My store should not be called Poirot Cafe, but a retirement sanctuary!

There was nothing I could do now. I could only pull a few people over for a meeting in private and told them: "Anro will come to work soon. We all have to pretend that nothing happened and don't scare him. We finally managed to recruit a meeting The clerk who makes coffee, if he quits, we will sell curry rice or Uji Gintoki rice bowl that even pigs don't eat. We must not lose him!"