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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.

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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."