The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
YOUR SUGAR BABY WANNA BE Part 36. Counterattacks 2
I don't know what's gonna happen. But something's gonna happen. Maybe someone who gets paid to ruin the restaurant business.
The restaurant business will be damaged if there are bad reviews. Some people get paid to attack me, they write ugly reviews on every site that list my restaurant references.
And I took them seriously attacking my business. I made some people work specifically to deal with this criticism. Contacting those sites to ask for their wisdom to restore my intentionally destroyed rate.
"They're brash Mr. Armando, they attacked my business with ugly reviews on every site. I want to preach their rottenness. I knew they would make this kind of move to bring me down, I wanted to make this Mr. Armando's news." And I still sell to be made news for four months then every movement they will make a boomerang for themselves.
"Miss screenshot the picture to me I'll make the news. I also need a comparison of your previous reviews."
"I'll make this Miss's news, Gianni's game is dirty." I'm sure this isn't all he's gonna do.
"If he sends people to my place to riot by saying my food is stale, for example, sir. What am I supposed to do?"
"You have a bodyguard Miss, catch them hold them with the food they order, call me and I'll take care of them." It turns out that way, right too. I'll make them confess who told them to. If necessary humiliate those who dare to come.
Apparently then, it didn't wait long for that to happen. Fortunately the chief chefs, waiters, central and branch managers, even until the cleaning staff have been briefing me before how to deal with this. The survival of our restaurant where many of them have worked for a long time from the time of my mother is still there will be at stake at this time. If we lose facing this intimidation they will also lose their jobs.
"Miss, the problem you said was true happened. There's an angry person making a fuss and saying our food's garbage up ahead." One of the waiters reported to me.
"Those who are trash, have you contacted Jose?"
"It's Miss, and the head chef himself who is facing their complaint now."
"Ohhh so, they complain like bland food and how."
"Miss, they made sure these people wouldn't get away. The head chef has also gone straight down now facing them, I think you should see it too soon." They know what they have to do.
"Mr Armando, the troublemakers have come to my restaurant, they're making a fuss right now. My men are holding him."
"I'll be there soon Miss. Hold 'em... Juan and his team already know what they have to do." Mr. Armando quickly responded to my request.
I walked out and saw that the head of my chef had folded his hands in front of his chest facing a table. In front of him were four men who seemed to be told to make a fuss.
"This food is bland and stale chef, you're trying to kill us with stale food?!" A man made a commotion with a big voice in the middle of that lunch.
"What I'm lacking, let's say again, all the guests at this restaurant don't complain about my soup and my past, and this restaurant implements strict quality standards, you say it's bland, you say it's bland, it came from the same pot and nothing came back yet, and the paste still emits its warm steam you said it was stale, maybe your stale tongue was stronzo, maybe, can I rub some dishwashing liquid in the back?!" The head chef spoke in a typical southern accent. All the guests who were having lunch because our restaurant was full were able to listen to him. It was my turn to talk and calm the situation.
"I'm sorry to all the guests. We are facing a lot of attacks from our case with Gianni's family. As you know we're in debt loan sharking with them. All of the sites that reviewed us were bombarded with low rates, given bad comments and you saw them even trying to send a lowly mafioso here and make a fuss. I'm sorry for making your lunch interrupted." I explained the condition to my guest.
"Miss don't give up on that fucker Gianni! I read the news of what happened to you, take it easy, we've been coming back here even long before you were here, maybe when your mom was standing at the cashier. And we'll keep coming back. That gianni is a b*angsat!" A guest suddenly spoke and excited me with a loud voice and could be heard by the others.
"Right Miss, you must be strong against that mafioso! You got our help. We'll make a positive comment for you in your review."
The support of others made me happy.
"Thank you everyone, thank you. We'll keep making good food, thank you." Applause echoes for me. And those four people are now useless and will return to be my weapons.
"I'm not gonna obey you."
"Uncompliant? You sure?" Juan smiled and sat in front of the man. "You want to face Mr. Fabricio Bova face to face, this Miss is his lover. If I call Luca Zigaretti in his right hand, Mr. Bova, you know what happened. Or do we go out and I'll beat you up in the parking lot? You're just being told to sacrifice your lives here?!" They don't dare to talk anymore.
"Luca?"
"Truely, our direct boss is Luca Zigaretti." Once Juan carried the name of his boss, the four men looked scared.
Luca Zigaretti? Who is it, it seems that once Juan mentioned his name the people were immediately frightened. There must have been something with that person that made his name so dreaded.
"Follow me?" Juan tapped his finger at the table looking straight at the man. A second later, he walked off his desk followed by three others.
"Good, smart decision." I let out a sigh of relief. One crisis passed when Juan could force the four men into the back room now. And don't bother my guests who are eating.
It's not an office, I don't have a lot of room in this restaurant, so they're holding it in a small room that restaurant workers used to rest in. They'll be there until Mr. Armando comes.
But then he also came with someone else. The man with a cold face and looks impatient, with twelve stitches on his face, the man may be the same age as Bova, along with four other subordinates.
Is this Luca Zigaretti? The man who was said to be Bova's right hand. People who are paid to do dirty work.
"Miss, I'm Luca, nice to meet you. Mr. Bova specifically said I should put you first if there's any incident, this selfless brat let us take care of."
"Miss, it's a man's business. A little bloody go ahead. You don't have to see what we're gonna do..." Now Mr. Armando has kicked me out.
"Is that?" Hilda and I who saw it looked at each other.
"Yes." Yeah." He's still trying to smile.
"Alright, just don't you guys commit murder here." Mr. Armando laughed.
"No, if I kill them they'll throw them in the river with ballast stones, there won't be any killing here. It's true, Mr. Luca." Luca smiled a little.
"Right Miss, I will be killed by Mr. Bova if you dare to make a mess in your place."
I get goosebumps, it's none of our business. I'm gonna get away from here.
"Let's Hilda." I pulled the hand of the old, dumbstruck Hilda looking at this horde of men who were about to threaten each other.
"They're going to beat up Miss?"
"I don't want to know Hilda, let's just say the criminal is in the hands of the police."
Dealing with the mafia, must be faced with the mafia as well. I seem to be in the hands of the right person right now.