I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 548 Layout_1

Chapter 548: Chapter 548 Layout_1

"How do I even begin to explain this? I just happened to find a bit of inspiration at the dance hall one day, and it occurred to me that entertainment isn’t limited to just softly swaying music. There’s also that heated vibe, and in recent years DJs have been gradually rising in popularity, so I thought I’d see if I could pull it off.

It was unexpected how well the atmosphere took off. Once people got into it, they just couldn’t help but dance along. And you don’t need to be exceptionally graceful—the simple act of swinging around carelessly is enough, like that swaying. Everyone can let loose without worrying about making fools of themselves here.

Gathered together, no one laughs at another; hidden behind sunglasses, no one can tell who you are; when the confetti flies, everyone becomes more joyful than the next. So, I figured this place was bound to be a hit with the young crowd, and sure enough, today I’ve seen everyone’s enthusiasm. Welcome all of you to come back and have fun next time; when you return, I’ll treat everyone to a fruit platter."

Shen Dong said with a smile, the day wasn’t over yet. That evening, when he went back, he still had to check the accounts to see how much money he had made. He had to share the earnings with Mr. Biao; this place was all Mr. Biao’s after all. Mr. Biao trusted him, so naturally, he couldn’t let him down, not even the slightest chance. After sorting out the money,

he would need to take it to Mr. Biao for review. Only then would Mr. Biao trust him to manage this place well in the future. Money aside, what he was really earning was favor. Mr. Biao ought to recognize his abilities by now. He did see Mr. Biao today, but the man left soon after, probably because he feared Mrs. Biao’s wrath.

The women were all dressed so sexily that Mrs. Bia would never allow her husband to stay in such a place for too long, leaving Mr. Bia feeling quite helpless.

Thinking of this, Shen Dong couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, thankful that Kang Yue wasn’t as strict with him.

"Mr. Shen, you see, we’re not done having fun yet. Why not open the doors and let us play a bit more to relax? How about if we need to pay extra when we settle the bill later, we have no objection? We just want to have some more fun. Please, accommodate us and let some people stay, put on a few more DJ sets, right?

Then let us have a good time inside. The pressure has been pretty intense lately, and being able to spend money to relieve stress is a great thing. It’s much cheaper than going racing. Just a few laps around there, and you wouldn’t believe how much it costs, so surely, Mr. Shen, you won’t pass up the money that’s coming to your door, will you?"

After saying this, the young patrons wanted to see what Shen Dong’s take on it was. Shen Dong indeed wouldn’t pass up easy money, but now was not the time to take this particular profit. If these guys hung around too long, they might tire of the place. You can’t just make a quick buck at the beginning of the business.

Even the most entertaining activities can become boring if overdone; it’s better to keep these guys wanting more. They’ll treasure each opportunity to have fun if they’re not rushed out the door—that’s the secret to a long-term nightclub business. So with a hint of apology, he said:

"I’m sorry, gentlemen, but we’re out of time tonight. Come back tomorrow. You see, tonight’s spontaneous opening was unavoidable—those beauties haven’t quite mastered all the fun stuff yet, which is why we were so hasty. Next time you come, you’ll definitely have more fun.

The girls need to go and rest now; they’ve been on their feet working and drinking all day since this morning without a break. This is all new to them, so they’re not yet proficient and will be leaving early. It won’t be this early in the future, so rest assured. I know you haven’t had enough fun today, so how about this:

I’ll waive all your expenses today. Next time you come, you can really let loose and have a great time—we’ll be open until dawn, and you won’t feel dissatisfied with anything. Today was admittedly not perfect, and I hope you’ll understand.

If you still want to have more fun tonight, I’ll take you guys to the dance hall to play for a bit. Although they say it’s a bit more mature than here, any place is better than nowhere to play, right? I truly appreciate your support today."

With these words, Shen Dong wanted to show his goodwill to the wealthy young men, who found his offer perfectly reasonable. After all, the girls were inexperienced, and it was to be expected that they were not yet skilled. It would have been bizarre if they had already been experts.

The friendly attitude of Mr. Shen made these patrons happy; even drunk, they could differentiate good from bad intentions. After all, they were his source of income, so naturally, he would treat them well. But this owner’s approach made them feel particularly comfortable.

So, they decided not to make things difficult for Shen Dong. Pressuring him would gain them no advantage, and if they angered him, they might not be able to play here next time—and there was no place in Kyoto more fun than this one.

They all took the hint and called it a night. The boss had made a gracious offer, and they weren’t thick-skinned enough to ask for a freebie or to pressure him into taking them to the dance hall. They weren’t that desperate, and they also weren’t sure about the owner’s taste.

Thus, they hurriedly thanked him and dispersed.

"Thank you so much, boss, you’re really a good person. It’s totally normal for you to thrive here; after all, no owner would turn down money as you’ve done, simply to let the staff rest a bit longer. If it were someone else hearing they could double their earnings by letting our families in to play, they would be ecstatic.

They’d promptly get those people back to work, not caring if they were well-rested. So, I think you deserve to make money in the future—your vision is truly broadening. I’m happy to call you my friend." With that, he handed over his business card.