402: Chapter 391: Chaos 402: Chapter 391: Chaos Hearing this, Song Yun nodded in satisfaction and smiled, “You guys indeed have a business mindset.
Who came up with this idea?”
“It was Manager Su Shan’s idea; she calls it ‘hunger marketing,'” the general manager said sheepishly.
“Oh, if it’s her idea, it’s not surprising.” Song Yun nodded and then fell into thought.
The general manager stood by, his heart pounding, wondering what was troubling the big boss.
Was he upset that I mentioned Su Shan?
As the general manager was internally conflicted, Song Yun was thinking about what position to place Su Shan in.
After a while, he craved a smoke, reached into his pocket, and found that he had left all his cigarettes in the private room.
Not wanting to go back, he turned his head and asked, “Got a cigarette?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” The general manager embarrassedly pulled out a pack of seven-dollar Hongtashan cigarettes and smiled, “Boss, I only have these cheap cigarettes.
Should I go buy some better ones right now?”
“No need; Hongtashan is fine.” Song Yun laughed, took a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, while the general manager deftly lit it for him.
Song Yun took a deep drag and said, “Your monthly income must be in the tens of thousands by now.
Why are you still smoking such low-quality cigarettes?”
“Well…” The general manager sheepishly scratched the back of his head and said, “I’m actually from the countryside.
When I first came to the city to work, I smoked three or four-yuan Hongmei cigarettes.
At that time, Hongtashan was considered a high-end brand.
Now, even though I’m wealthier and more successful, I can’t get used to smoking expensive brands like Huayuxi.
Hongtashan still feels better to smoke.”
“Hehe, once people develop habits, they’re hard to change.” Song Yun leant comfortably against the railing and said, “People who are nostalgic often receive heaven’s blessing.
You are certainly one of them.”
“Hehe, it’s all thanks to Brother Song’s promotion.
If it weren’t for the headquarters appointing me, I might still be bartending in the lowest-level nightclubs.” The general manager spoke gratefully.
“Yes, it’s good to be grateful.” Song Yun nodded and then said, “Hey, what’s going on over there?
It looks chaotic.”
The general manager followed where Song Yun was pointing and looked downstairs to see some people arguing next to the dance floor.
Damn it, these bastards, they don’t argue earlier or later, but just when my boss is here.
“You keep resting here; I’ll go check it out.” The general manager swiftly ordered the bouncers saying, “Quick, go and separate them.
I want to see who dares to make trouble here.”
“Let’s go; I’m free anyway, let’s go together,” Song Yun patted the general manager’s shoulder and said.
Upon hearing this, the general manager knew that Song Yun was testing his response capabilities to see how he would handle a crisis.
“Do these kinds of things happen often?”
“No, because people know this is our club, they don’t dare to cause trouble.
But some idiots don’t care about that and still start conflicts without any background.” The general manager explained to Song Yun while standing next to him.
By the time they reached the downstairs, the argument between the two groups had grown louder, and even the DJ had stopped playing.
The security guards, seeing the situation, without a word, pushed the two groups aside to an empty area.
It was normal for such incidents to occur in nightclubs.
It could be someone touching another person’s partner, or someone swearing after being bumped.
Anything could spark a fight.
People who come to nightclubs are almost always looking to blow off steam.
Everyone is holding back anger, and if they face any slight, they are likely to swing fists.
“Brother Song, how should we handle this?” one security guard asked perceptively.
“What started the trouble?” Song Yun crushing his cigarette asked.
“This woman said this man touched her buttocks,” the security guard chuckled.
“Then the two groups started arguing.”
“Oh,” Song Yun nodded and said.
The man caught in the act argued brashly, “What the hell, man, I didn’t touch this woman’s butt.
She has no tits, no ass, who would touch her?
In a crowded dance floor, it’s inevitable to bump into each other.”
“Don’t be so harsh.
Regardless, she is a woman, and it’s always good to accrue some verbal merit,” Song Yun said calmly.
“You also said the dance floor was crowded, and it’s inevitable to bump into someone.
Since it happened, just apologize, and there’s no need to make such a big deal out of it.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?
Don’t act all high and mighty just because you have people, I don’t need your lecture,” the man yelled and cursed.
Before Song Yun could respond, the nearby security guard slapped the man, then kicked the man as he fell, cursing, “Damn it, who the hell do you think you are to dare to insult Brother Song?
I think tonight we need to skin you.”
“That’s enough, a little lesson for the ignorant kid is fine; no need to kill him,” Song Yun waved his hand and said.
The security guard stopped kicking upon hearing this, and the man’s companions, seeing the situation, didn’t know what to do next—whether to fight with these tall and strong bouncers or to run away quickly.
Song Yun crouched down, looked at the man groaning in pain and smiled, “I’m in a good mood today, so you’re lucky.
Coming to a nightclub is for fun, there’s no need to ask for trouble.
Don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes, it’s my fault, all my fault,” the man said fearfully.
“Since you know you’re wrong, apologize to the lady.
Whether you touched her or not, you shouldn’t have argued in front of so many people,” Song Yun stood up and said quietly.
“Sorry…
I’m sorry, I was wrong about earlier,” the man got up and said emotionlessly.
“It’s okay, I was also at fault,” the woman waved her hand and said.
“Isn’t that better?
Since both sides know their mistakes, go on and do what you were doing,” Song Yun smiled lightly and said.
“Thank you.
If it weren’t for your men intervening, we might have started fighting by now,” the woman bowed slightly to Song Yun and said gratefully.
“It’s nothing.
Maintaining order in the nightclub is most important.
If you don’t want to cause trouble because of physical contact, then don’t go to the dance floor.
Anyone who goes to dance there must be prepared for unintended touches,” Song Yun said.
“Okay, can I buy you a drink?” the woman asked, and seeing the surprised look on Song Yun’s face, she quickly waved her hand and said, “I’m not trying to flirt; I just want to show my gratitude.”
“Oh, I thought I had enchanted another young girl,” Song Yun joked.
“Alright, since you want to thank me, I can’t refuse.”
The people behind the woman laughed upon hearing this.
This man was really interesting, though they wondered what exactly his status was that even the nightclub’s security had to address him as ‘brother.’
“You guys go ahead; I’ll call you if I need anything,” Song Yun told the general manager behind him.
The general manager nodded, taking the security guards with him.
Song Yun and the woman then went to the bar, where the woman ordered a cocktail and then asked, “What would you like to drink?”