As the night gets deeper, the guests in Triumph Bar are gradually becoming rare. As the guests leave one by one, more and more seats are vacant, and the noise is no longer one after another.

Only those two pool tables were still under the crowd, just like they were as lively as a few hours ago.

Phil kept his promise and brought two pool tables to Triumph Bar, which also expressed his sincerity to cooperate to Peter. These two pool tables did help Triumph Bar attract many guests, at least to keep Triumph Bar lively in the middle of the night.

It was not until the bar closed that the guests around the pool table dispersed reluctantly. After all the guests left, the waiter began to pick up brooms and rags to clean up the garbage left by the guests and prepare for tomorrow's opening.

Peter sat in the corner, looking at the empty ball table, recalling the lively scene just now, and fell into deep thought.

Peter has been a bartender for more than ten years and has worked in many bars. He can even gain a foothold in the capital. He has a very deep understanding of the bar industry. He knows about how many bars there are in the country, and he can also estimate that selling billiards to bars across the country will make huge profits. Even if it is 30% off, Peter can make a lot of money.

However, if Peter wants to make this money, he must cooperate with Phil, or bow to Phil and beg him to get a share of the pie. This is also the most resistant thing in Peter's heart.

Not long ago, Peter had to look like a winner, and wanted to acquire the "Return of Heroes" bar at a low price. In just a few weeks, Peter's Triumph Bar was not only beaten by "Return of Heroes", but he also had to rely on Phil's alms to survive. This sense of difference from a winner to a dog who fell into the water made Peter feel completely lost.

"I can't promise him, and for the sake of dignity, I can't promise him!" Peter clenched his fists, and the pain of his nails inserted into his flesh made his mind clearer.

Peter couldn't help but recall his youth.

Peter did not have outstanding magical talent. He only attended the magic school for four years and did not even take the exam for the apprentice magician. So he went to a small bar as an apprentice and learned to mix bartenders with a poor bartender. From a small bar to a big bar, from a small town to a city, and after more than ten years of hard work, Peter finally gained a firm foothold in the capital city and became a well-known bartender.

But bartenders are not a noble job. The world worships great magicians, not great bartenders. Even if Peter is a very good bartender, he is only one level higher than ordinary waiters. Any trainee magician can call him around, and Peter is still at the bottom of society.

The nightlife in big cities is much richer than in small towns. As a senior bartender, Peter has a very good salary. If he is content with the status quo, he can stay in the royal city as a bartender for his whole life. If he is lucky, he can save some money. When he is old, he will buy a manor and retire with peace of mind.

But Peter was not willing to be a working person for the rest of his life. He had ambitions. Even if he could not become a magician, he wanted to be respected by others. He wanted to have his own career. So he left the royal city and came to this town with his savings for many years and opened his own bar.

Thanks to Peter's excellent bartendering skills, the bar business has always been very good. He was about to defeat his competitors in the town. Peter even planned to borrow some money from the Chamber of Commerce to buy his competitor's bar and expand his business. Until the billiards appeared, everything was developing in a good direction. However, with the emergence of billiards, all of this disappeared without a trace!

"Boss, you've cleaned up." A voice interrupted Peter's thoughts, and he was talking to a young waiter.

Peter agreed casually, then turned to look at the young waiter, as if he had seen his shadow in the other party.

"I was like this back then, alone, working in a small bar, repeating the same job every day, not seeing the future, nor knowing what the future is..." Peter sighed lightly, and he looked around his bar, and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"This is the result of my struggle over the years. If I were willing to be a waiter, I would not have owned this bar! Now I am no longer the ignorant bartender who was then, nor the bartender without dignity. I am a bar owner!"

"This bar is my hard work for more than ten years. If it weren't for this bar, I would have turned back to the bartender and worked under someone else's roof. It depends on the boss's expression. No, I have to keep my bar. I can't go back to the past, I want to continue to be the boss!"

The title of "boss" gave Peter a great sense of satisfaction, at least it means that he is no longer the bottom of society in the eyes of others. At this moment, Peter had a glimmer of enlightenment. He wanted to keep the bar and he wanted to continue to survive as a "boss"!

"As long as I can make money, what can I count on bowing my head to that noble master! If you want to make money and do business, how can a noble master compare to me? It is only temporary to bow my head. When I make money and have more wealth, I will let the noble master kneel in front of me and lick my shoes!"

In this second, Peter finally made the decision.

...

The hero returns the bar.

Phil held a white chole ball and looked at the sun for a long time, then touched the surface of the ball with his hand, looking thoughtful.

Harry came to Phil quietly again. He made some noises on purpose, and then asked, "Master, will that Peter cooperate with us?"

"What do you think?" Phil asked back.

"I don't think he doesn't know. He said it was cooperation, but in fact he bowed his head to us. Even if he gave him some profit, he was like giving him a gift. Peter would not be able to do such a shameful thing." Harry replied.

Phil smiled slightly and said, "If he were still a bartender, he would definitely not cooperate with us. If he was a businessman, he would definitely come to me. How much do you think dignity is worth in the face of survival? For a person who is in a desperate situation, if dignity can be exchanged for money, why not do it?"

Harry's face changed slightly: "Master, why do you have this kind of thought? You are a nobleman, how can you lose the dignity of a nobleman?"

"The dignity of a noble? It means selling all the property and then offering me to study at that Kingdom Magic Academy? A nobleman who can't even eat enough, what's the use of dignity!" Phil sneered.

"Young Master, you are different. You are different from other nobles. You are noble!" Harry continued with a solemn look on his face.

Harry was about to continue arguing, but footsteps rang out from the door. The bartender quickly walked in and said, "Master, the owner of Triumph Bar, the guy named Peter, he is here again!"
Chapter completed!