I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?! -
Chapter 564: Watching the Fun
Chapter 564: Chapter 564: Watching the Fun
Kang Yue had just casually stopped by to watch the excitement, but never expected the audacity of this owner to be so thick-skinned, to say such a line. That wasn’t just anybody; he indeed was formidable. Even if she practiced for many more years, she probably wouldn’t match this owner in shamelessness.
If she ever dared speak like that, she’d probably blush with shame, for such words aren’t easily uttered by just anyone. Shen Dong obviously hadn’t anticipated the owner to speak so bluntly either and, after hearing him, he kind of admired the audacity of the owner. If he wasn’t angry now, he probably would have let the owner go without compensation, considering him quite a character.
Perhaps just add him directly to a blacklist, never letting this owner enter again would be fine. But now, he was holding his breath, wanting the owner to pay up this sum of money, otherwise how could he justify all the effort he’s endured? Moreover, this dance hall owner wasn’t someone easy, no timid creature but rather deliberately challenging.
If no measures were taken, they might think he was just a pushover to be trampled on, which would be awful. Fortunately, Shen Dong had a plan in his heart, no need for anyone to disrupt his thought process, he could understand it all by himself.
"What, free entry to your place for a few nights? Hearing you say that just makes me sense how rundown it is. What class of people do you think I mix with? Are your patrons all low-class or what? Go on, tell me its name; I’ll check it out tomorrow to see exactly what kind of venue it is.
Let me see if I can withstand it. Of course, I’ll be generous with the money, though I’m not sure you can handle it. So, please prepare yourself well for then," he said.
These young masters spoke with a laugh, clearly mocking the shabbiness of the dance hall owner’s venue. The dance hall owner could only silently endure it now, all for the sake of money. No need to be so blatantly defiant—as eventually, he’ll earn enough money to slap these wealthy patrons in the face.
But for now, since he hadn’t earned enough, he could only endure silently, not letting himself get angry, no matter how much they mocked. He had a very good mindset, precisely that—listening to the boss repeatedly trying to brainwash him, making sure he didn’t get riled up. But everyone has their limits of endurance.
Finally, on hearing this young master continuously ridiculing his dance hall, he grew angry, "My dance hall is not some trashed place! A lot of people do come to my dance hall, including some gentry like yourselves. We provide excellent service over there, so why should it lose out to your bar, huh?
My dance hall is right next door. If it weren’t for your bar, many people would have come to my place instead. It’s all your fault that it’s hardly frequented by anyone now. And you still dare scare me with money, are you unaware how hard I’ve struggled lately in this business? It’s all your fault. Why did you have to open here? I absolutely detest you."
After speaking out, the dance hall owner realized what he had said. Having spilled his feelings in front of so many people, he was doomed—it wasn’t just about paying up anymore, he’d surely face other repercussions. Shen Dong watched the dance hall owner, amazed at how he didn’t treat him as an outsider at all.
To spill these heartfelt words, this man indeed wasn’t very composed; a little provocation had him blurting everything out, which was quite humorous. If Shen Dong wanted to investigate, he surely could uncover much, but there was no need anymore—with this petty buffoon, future admittance was unnecessary.
Getting added directly to the blacklist right by the wall would certainly be embarrassing. The young masters too found it difficult to contain their laughter, shifting aside, convinced the man was deranged to have said such things.
Now, they no longer wanted to deal with the dance hall owner, thinking about just settling the money and not getting further involved. After all, they were rich, a little extra expenditure to end this misery was nothing.
"Really, do we need to hassle this dance hall owner so much? Seeing him so pitiful and constantly struggling to make ends meet, he’s obviously not making money, which is why he’s so angry. Let’s be kind-hearted and leave him some wiggle room. This money is minor to us but life-changing for him."
We shouldn’t be so petty. If we keep wasting our precious evening over such a trivial clown, it would just spoil this wonderful night. Brothers, wouldn’t you agree? If we’re all on the same page, let’s just settle this compensation now.
It shouldn’t be a big deal for you guys either, there’s no need to make things difficult, what do you say?"
These wealthy young men clearly had no intention of prolonging the dispute. Shen Dong felt the same, that continuing this was unnecessary, as the man really wasn’t such a good person. It was better to cut losses right then.
The dance hall owner, however, felt this situation turned out quite well for him, escaping by a fluke what was inevitable before.
"Our policy here is whoever errs pays up, and this isn’t your fault. If you wish to settle his debt, scan this code here. I’m really disappointed in you, as this dance hall owner is indeed the biggest disruptor of our order. So, we plan to enforce strict punishment on him.
If you consider helping with the compensation, it’ll cost you triple, so think it through carefully. Or if you prefer, just scan and pay your part, and leave the rest to us. We’ll handle this man and take him where he needs to go—we certainly won’t go easy on him.
You should know these are all deliberate actions, not just accidental, right? I’ve seen plenty like you before, just jealous of the businesses I run. This isn’t my first venture, just a novel form of entertainment," said Shen Dong bluntly.
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