Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 208

"The hell you mean by business violations?" The old man fumed as he looked at the paper handed to him, "I've been running this place for twenty years now, without a single complaint!" the old man continued, slamming his hands onto the counter, making the papers flutter. His face was red with anger, veins standing out in his temples. "Business violations? What violations? This is absurd!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The inspector, a young man with a polite but firm demeanor, adjusted his hat nervously. "Sir, these reports were filed by… multiple sources. They even showed proof of harassment… serious enough that we're required to issue this notice of immediate review."

The old man's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the papers. "Harassment? Unsafe practices? You've got the wrong place. My staff and my customers, have never complained!" He shook his head in disbelief.

Julia, standing behind him, could barely contain her worry. She looked at the papers, then at the inspector, then at her grandpa. "Grandpa… maybe we should just—"

"Should what, Julia? Just roll over and let them take my life's work from me?" the old man barked, though his voice had a hint of fear beneath all that anger.

The inspector cleared his throat, shuffling through his clipboard. "Sir… it's just standard procedure, we'll just perform a quick investigation and ensure everything's going well before business can resume."

It had been a week since one of the trio had tried harassing Julia and suddenly they had received a notice that their business would be 'temporarily' closed down on complaints of violence until an investigation was completed.

The old man's fists clenched tightly around the papers, his knuckles white. "Temporarily closed?" he barked, his voice cracking with frustration. "Temporarily closed? For what? For some spoiled brat's idea of a joke? For one damn incident?"

Julia stepped closer, placing a tentative hand on his arm. "Grandpa… maybe we should just cooperate for now. Show them everything's fine… they can't keep us closed forever if we prove nothing's wrong."

The old man shook his head violently, his hair slightly disheveled. "Cooperate? Cooperate with these people? Julia… you don't understand. This isn't about rules or procedures. Someone planned this. Someone wanted this to happen. And they picked the perfect moment—right after that… that incident with Chad. I've run this place for twenty years, and suddenly—bam!—I'm a criminal in their eyes."

The inspector shifted uncomfortably. "Sir… we have to follow protocol. The complaints were serious… multiple sources. Our hands are tied until the investigation concludes."

Julia frowned, realizing the full scope. "Grandpa… it has to be Leonard or his friends. That guy, the buff one, he knew exactly what he was doing. That scene in the restaurant… it was deliberate. He wanted an excuse to bring attention, to make this happen."

The old man's eyes narrowed, anger mixing with disbelief. "those three?" he muttered under his breath, grinding his teeth. "That little… brat. Twenty years of my life, twenty years of hard work… and theh thinks theu can crush it with one stupid stunt?!"

The inspector nodded politely, clearly unsure how to respond. "Sir, I understand your frustration. But legally, until we complete the review, the closure stands. Any attempt to operate the business could… complicate things."

The old man let out a long, controlled exhale, trying to steady his shaking hands. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Fine. But mark my words… this isn't over. I will not let some rich little punk ruin everything I've built. I will fight this… legally, if I have to. And when I do, he'll regret it."

Julia glanced at him, fear and worry still in her eyes. "Grandpa… it's just… people like that, they're not just petty. He's meticulous. He won't stop until this place is gone."

The old man's glare hardened, his jaw tight. "Let them try, Let them pull every trick in the book. I'll make sure he learns the cost of underestimating people who've built something real. This restaurant isn't just a building, Julia… it's a legacy. And no brat with a plan will take it from us without a fight."

***

Well, that fight had ended pretty fast and it definitely wasn't the old man's win.

When one was rich enough, people like the old man and his restaurant were barely worth anything in their eyes.

The investigation had dragged on for as long as possible and by the time it concluded, barely any customer was visiting the restaurant anymore.

The old man thought it was just a matter of time, one good week, maybe a month at worst, and his regulars would return. People loved his food, they trusted him, they even knew him.

But the truth hit him like a slow, suffocating wave.

His regular customers didn't return.

His weekend crowd didn't return.

The families, the office workers, the students and the nearby shop owners had all vanished.

Every day, he'd flip the sign to OPEN and stand behind the counter, arms crossed, trying to convince himself that people were just busy… that they'd be back soon.

But they never came.

Not even out of curiosity or even out of sympathy.

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