Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

Leng Qingqing thought that the matter of being complained about by parents on the Internet was over. He never expected that the fighting power of netizens was not only strong, but also quite long-standing.

There are so many things that can be extracted from a Weibo account.

The 'rich sister' whom netizens called half an hour ago, after being jointly bombarded by kindergarten parents, quickly disappeared without even giving an explanation.

This time, it was confirmed that she was lying.

[Hengheng: Thank you very much:)]

[I, Hengheng, am really miserable, and my sister Leng is really miserable. 】

【There are many things happening around people. (I’m talking about a certain rich woman)]

The few selfies on the rich woman's Weibo were quickly deleted, but netizens still found key information from the clues left behind.

[Oh fun, isn’t this the proprietress of TB Beauty Salon in Imperial City...]

[I said it looks so familiar. My friend and I went to their main store last time. 】

Yueyue's mother, as the parents call her, turns out to be the proprietress of TB Beauty Salon in Imperial Capital.

Some netizens recognized her because they were regular customers of the store.

So I started complaining in the comment area.

[The service attitude is really bad. If it weren't for the fact that the card won't be refunded after I applied for it, I would have stopped going. 】

[It is recommended that you don’t go there. It’s really a scam. It claims to be a professional skin care company. I got allergic after just one visit. p.s. I don’t have sensitive skin. 】

[Even the front desk asked for 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan...a store with a terrible experience. 】

[No wonder, it turns out that the landlady is such a virtuous person. 】

[I took a look at it admiringly. The price is beyond the reach of ordinary people like me, so I kneel down to you rich ladies and sisters. 】

【Let’s listen quietly (OA)】

[Ah, actually their family is really average. 】

[I just applied for her card two days ago...I will never go there again. 】

#雷盈帝都TBBEAUTYSHOP# also made a small splash on the real-time hot search list.

When Yueyue's mother received her friend's WeChat message, it was already too late.

On major software stores, unknown people have given hundreds of bad reviews to their stores.

How long does it take!

And every time she refreshed it, several negative reviews would increase. The terrifying growth rate really shocked her.

Such large-scale negative comments must have been deliberately posted.

As for this person, she couldn't think of who he was except that he was deserted.

The more Yueyue’s mother thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn’t swallow the bad breath no matter how much she thought about it. She logged into Weibo angrily and posted:

[@Lengqingqing, I admit that I said something wrong. There is no need to mess with my store like this! ? How could such a dignified public figure do such a dirty thing! What will your fans think of you! 】

However, the reaction of netizens made her severely disappointed.

[Um... (pointing fingers), these negative reviews are from netizens, they have nothing to do with Leng Qingqing. 】

[(circle) I hit this one (shy)]

[If you want to take advantage of netizens, you should bear the consequences. 】

[What I hate the most is being used as a weapon. It’s just deceiving our feelings. It’s so abominable. 】

[I should teach people like you a lesson. 】

Yueyue's mother looked at the background dumbfounded.

The current situation was completely different from what she had imagined.

I originally hoped that I could win back the game by selling out misfortune and let everyone know that Leng Qingqing was not some white rabbit.

This time, he shot himself in the foot.

Leng Qingqing's reputation was not ruined, but his own reputation was not left at all.

Looking at the increasing number of negative reviews on the software's backend, Yueyue's mother became desperate.

At this time, a call came from the store, and the clerk said in a panic: "Sister, it's not good, all our members said they want to cancel their cards!"

Yueyue's mother stood up with a bang and yelled at the other end of the phone: "Didn't I tell you that you can't refund the card? No matter who comes, you won't refund it!"

"But, if we don't retreat, they won't leave!"

The store itself has a policy of non-return or transfer of cards, but if you encounter some bad-tempered customers who are stubborn about you, they will still refund the card depending on the situation.

The clerk didn't know that the card was non-refundable, but the problem was, she really had no choice.

At the main store of TB Beauty Salon in Imperial City, the sofa corner in the lobby is already full of customers.

Not to mention those standing outside the door, the clerk swore she had never seen so many people in all the time she had been here at the front desk.

It was late at night, and all the customers crowded in front of the store, asking her, a part-time worker, to figure out how to deal with it.

I also called other branches and found that every store faced the same situation, and there were also many customers who wanted to refund their cards gathered outside the store.

Unexpectedly, the power caused by a Weibo could be so powerful. If all the customers canceled their cards, the store staff could not imagine how much damage would be caused to the store.

In short, Yueyue’s mother really regretted it now.

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After barely holding on for two days, TB could no longer hold on.

In the main store, there were only a few customers in two days, and business was bleak. Compared with just two days ago, the turnover had already suffered heavy losses.

This applies even to the main store, not to mention other stores.

In the past two days, the phones of the employees in the store have been buzzing with calls, and dozens of mouths have been opened, but few customers have been attracted.

After looking at the sulking landlady sitting on the sofa, I could only bite the bullet and continue to call.

The air pressure in several stores is the same, so stressful that people dare not breathe, and the employees are ready to resign.

That afternoon, Yueyue's mother logged into Weibo and issued a thousand-word apology.

The lady at the front desk of the main store saw her sitting in the office through the blinds, looking gnashing her teeth. She thought the boss's wife was quarreling with the anti-fans again.

Unexpectedly, the landlady was apologizing.

[I'm sorry. I apologize to Hengheng's mother and Hengheng for my remarks. I just said it casually. I didn't expect it to cause so many malicious speculations... I sincerely hope that everyone will come to me instead of my guests...]

Not long after it was posted on Weibo, a translated version quickly appeared.

An unknown netizen: [The class representative has finished reading and translates: I don’t think I’m at fault, it’s because you care too much. And don’t give me bad reviews about my store anymore, which will cause all my customers to run away. Understand? 】

[Laughing so hard, netizens have figured it all out. 】

[Who is commanding this Yi Qi? 】

[You are right, it means we are wrong. 】

Netizens asked: [Did Leng Qingqing scold you? Is the ‘lots of bad words’ true? 】

Yueyue’s mother quickly replied: [No, absolutely not, I remembered it wrong! 】

A netizen asked again: [Then your description of Hengheng is also wrong? 】

Yueyue’s mother: [I remembered it wrong! Huo Yanheng is a very polite and smart child. My children are good friends with him! 】

Yueyue's mother insisted on saying that she had mistakenly remembered that she was another woman and child, and she refused to admit that it was because of Leng Qingqing and Huo Yanheng.

Even if the evidence (screenshot) was thrown in the face by netizens, they pretended not to have seen it.

Netizens lamented that they are so thick-skinned.

Although Yueyue's mother posted an apology on her blog, the effect was not good.

Not only did it not gain the understanding of netizens and Leng Qingqing, it even became the object of public ridicule.

Early the next morning, the doorbell of Leng Qingqing's house was rang.

Yueyue's mother, who was pale and had two shades of foundation paler than her own skin, and even applied it to her lips, turned her face completely pale, came to visit with her child.

——"Miss Leng, if you keep pushing like this, someone will die! My Yueyue doesn't even dare to go to school——"

I had all the lines thought out, but unfortunately I only said half of them.

Yueyue’s mother’s shrill cries stopped abruptly.

The person who came to open the door was not Leng Qingqing, but the maid of Leng Qingqing's house.

The maid looked at her with disdain and contempt, raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled slightly distantly.

"Sorry ma'am, our wife is out."