The cleaners are amazing!

8. God's main card is not easy to mess with

"How do I look? Do I look like a waitress? Can't you tell who I am?"

Ann Marie was wearing the restaurant's traditional black dress uniform, with a small white lace bib around her waist. She twirled proudly and asked.

"Please, please, absolutely, strictly abide by your promise, and will not do anything that offends the guests, miss. I promise you to do this, but at the risk of losing my job!"

The tall and broad man, with knotted brows and a face rounder than Anpanman, took off the top chef's hat on his bald head, twisting and twisting it tightly with both hands like a twist.

Ann Marie had never seen a bigger man with a smaller heart than Puney, and he was always making a fuss.

"With your world-class chef skills, that stupid boss will fire you? Besides, even if you are fired, there will be three-star restaurants all over Europe vying to hire you as the chef."

"No, I don't want another hotel. I just like Savarto, this is my second home, and I like everyone here."

Putney said in a grave tone, worried:

"And you take the consequences too lightly. Today I promised you to pretend to be a waitress. This is a taboo in any top restaurant that respects tradition and service. If you are not careful It is not my personal reputation that is lost by exposure and publicity, but the goodwill of the entire restaurant, which I cannot make up for. If there is a boss with a clear mind, he will want to hire a chef who is beyond the boundaries and does not do business properly Woolen cloth?"

Ann Marie stuck out her tongue.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll be careful, and I won't get you into trouble, okay?"

She made sure of it one second, and the next second she turned her head and discussed with her colleagues who came over temporarily, how to hide the high-tech monitoring equipment with recording function secretly, where is the easiest way to install it, and so on.Her focused expression showed that her mind was already occupied by the task in front of her, and she couldn't tolerate the possibility of failure, let alone the fact that Puni took a lot of risks to help her.

Putney sighed, and silently put the chef's hat back on.An Marie was cared for and loved by her father since she was a child. Her nature is not bad, but she is only a good person, and does not include the two points of "considerateness" and "compassion".

...Puni, the news I'm investigating is very important, and it's a major event that can shake the country.Please, I must check to find out.Just help me this time!

Pony now only hopes that he believes in her, and that the decision of those big eyes full of sincerity when they begged him is not wrong.

"Puni, I'm ready. Can I deliver the food?"

"Okay, let me first confirm which dish is served on their table..." Pony flipped through the long row of order menus hanging in the serving area, and found that there were more revised handwriting on it. "Hey, who moved this note, what's the matter with the additional dishes written on it?"

"Oh, that's what I changed." The head waiter walked over quickly and said, "There was a customer at that table who arrived late and ordered a few minutes ago. Because I saw that you were busy, I told you directly. Sous Chef. Are there any questions?"

One more person?Puney glanced at Ann Marie, was that what she expected?An Marie nodded and gave him an affirmative answer.

"It's okay, you go and get busy." Puni sent the head waiter, yelled at the sous chef to bring over the next dish on the table, after he checked it himself, handed the plate to Ann Marie, and said, "Promise me, in case If something is wrong and there is a risk of exposure, you will stop at the right time and never take any risks.”

"You don't have to worry, I will never cause you to lose your job, Pony." Ann Marie patted him on the shoulder with one hand, holding the dinner plate, unable to hide her adrenaline-rushed excited expression, and left the kitchen .

Puni anxiously peeped through the small circular window on the sliding door between the kitchen and the front hall, watching Ann Marie, who was disguised in a golden wig and black-rimmed glasses, and crossed several square tables towards the Go to the "table" by the window.

Pony didn't know or be interested in the two oriental men who were seated at first. He didn't understand why the two Asians would be involved in the "national affairs" that Ann Marie called.But the addition of another person to that table made Putney's eyes widen.

"Oh my God..."

Even he, who seldom touches newspapers and magazines, and even watches TV news occasionally, knows that in an era when competition for "turf" was fierce, this "big man" once led underground wars more than once.At that time, he was on the advertising section of the newspaper every three days, publishing the "future" obituary of a certain person-often a "print" became a prophecy.In a few days you can find the photo of the man turned into a corpse in the society section of the newspaper.

Over the years, because their "domination of the world" situation has been determined, people have rarely heard of his name. The younger generation, like Ann Marie and the others, may not even know this person, but... Puny hit A shiver, his name 20 years earlier would scare a three-year-old to tears!

An Marie, you don't provoke anyone, how could you provoke the Fei family, and the one you provoke is not others, but their god master card, their emperor, their - God!

Puni didn't know that those two orientals had an appointment with him—the underground leader who dominated southern Italy and the former godfather of the Fei family, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to Ann Marie to do this.It's too late to regret now.

He desperately drew the cross in front of his chest, praying for himself and Ann Marie, praying that she could deliver food for that table of wolves, tigers and leopards without incident, and don't do anything stupid like installing bugs, hurry up come back.

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As the footsteps approached the table, Ann Marie's heart thumped, almost so loud that she couldn't hear the sounds around her, as if she was stepping on a soft cushion—it took her a long time to realize It wasn't her feet that were weak, but her knees.

She was very nervous, no doubt about it.

This is the first time she has acted like a detective since she became a reporter. Although following a piece of news means chasing after the interviewee, most of the interviews in the past were to obtain the "approval" of the other party first, and then interviewed openly. .This alternative experience of sneaking around like a paparazzi, following a prison and ambush is both strange and exciting to her.

In addition, another reason for her nervousness was that she didn't know whether her "disguise" could successfully fool the cleaner's eyes.The cleaner was the only person who had close contact with her and knew her true identity. As long as he recognized her, her plan would definitely fail.

However, Ann Marie still thinks this is worth seeing, because they are just a "meeting" - exchanging a few words (or saying "excuse" a few words), not even a formal introduction.Looking at the cleaner's well-developed limbs and empty head, she may have forgotten her appearance, so there is no need to worry.

—Put your chest out, Ann Marie, and walk right through!

Take a deep breath and cheer yourself up, and it works well.When An Marie approached the table of guests, her knees were no longer trembling, and she was even able to give the waiter a smile.

"Keep everyone waiting, I'll serve the two of you."

She first put down the plate in front of the cleaners, and then passed behind the two seats to serve another oriental man.

"Here is your order of pan-fried fish steak in orange wine, and your lamb shank with herbs and basil. Please enjoy it slowly, both of you."

Just as she was bowing, Ann Marie deliberately dropped the apron around her waist. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Bending down to pick it up in a panic—at the same time pressing a piece of clay wrapped in a wireless bug on the edge of the chair quickly, standing up again, smiling.

"Please enjoy."

I made it!

When she turned her back, her face was filled with a sense of accomplishment—suddenly, someone patted her butt lightly.

"Hey, hold on, girl!"

The old man's rough and authoritarian tone wiped her "joy" from her face.

"Did you forget something?"

An Marie's mood was like a polar bear that managed to swim ashore from the icy sea. Before it had time to catch its breath, the land under its feet = the iceberg collapsed again.