510: Chapter 499: A Tall Tree Catches the Wind 510: Chapter 499: A Tall Tree Catches the Wind “You can’t really say that, for a gentle and graceful lady, a gentleman is a perfect match.
Who can blame Xiao Ran for looking so good in a cheongsam?” Song Yun scratched his head and grinned.
“To tell you the truth, without any flattery or bias, Yueyue, you look quite nice yourself.”
“Hmpf, I guess you have a bit of a conscience,” Li Yueyue huffed in response.
Just as Song Yun and Li Yueyue were bickering, a call came through—it was from Wang Hu.
After picking up, Wang Hu spoke casually, “Brother Song, our newly opened venue has been in business for quite some time now, and according to the calculations, the bar’s net profits have reached around four million.
I suppose our place in Sunan must be at the top.”
“No rush,” Song Yun said.
“With a big family business, we’re bound to be envied.
I estimate it won’t be long before trouble comes knocking.”
“Trouble?
That can’t be possible.
Who would dare to make trouble for us now?” Wang Hu expressed disbelief.
In his view, the Shura Alliance was already a renowned force in Sunan, and if they didn’t provoke others, they ought to be thanking their lucky stars daily, let alone seeking trouble with the Shura Alliance.
“Heh, since ancient times, cutting off someone’s money is like killing their parents.
Our venue is so clean that customers will only increase, but where do our customers come from?
They’re taken from our competitors, of course.
I think it’s only a matter of time before they start making trouble for us,” Song Yun chuckled.
A tall tree catches the wind, a phenomenon that has always existed regardless of the era.
The ancients already studied human jealousy, and modern master Li Zongwu conducted an in-depth analysis of human nature.
Nowadays, society seems to have a resentment towards wealth, as if no one can stand to see others do better than themselves.
Many people become unsettled at the sight of a few outstanding individuals, gossiping and seizing any chance to suppress them.
Especially during disasters, if those famous figures donate too little, people would start criticizing them online.
If it’s a natural disaster, it’s still somewhat acceptable, but when people are forced to pay for man-made calamities, it feels rather helpless.
Song Yun’s bar was extremely popular, naturally drawing envy from those around him.
The ones most likely to be jealous were the other bars nearby.
Everyone’s in the same business—why should your place be packed every night while mine is deserted, why do you rake in millions a month while I barely scrape by on a few thousand, why have my regulars stopped coming and all run off to you?
This is a common problem across all industries.
Whenever a few individuals rise to prominence, they’re bound to face suppression from their peers.
Song Yun’s new venue had quickly risen to become a first-rate nightclub in Sunan.
Once it started to make good money, all kinds of demons and evil spirits would emerge, and that’s when bars face the most trouble, risking closure if not careful.
That’s why many nightclubs and bars hire people from the underworld to secure their premises.
With a little money every month, you can avoid a lot of trouble.
If someone causes a scene in your club, those members will take care of the problem.
“Brother Song, should we prepare for anything?” Wang Hu asked.
“I don’t think they’d dare to simply come after us.
After all, we’ve got our own people watching over our turf.”
“Never underestimate the jealousy of these people.
Jealousy can drive an ordinary person insane,” Song Yun replied.
“Let’s not worry about this for now.
We’ll wait for them to show their hand.”
Song Yun was absolutely right in his thinking.
His new nightclub had already caught the envious eyes of many—not just one, but four or five clubs were planning to join forces against him.
Just across the street in front of Huangquan Night Club were four or five nightclubs.
Among them, the oldest and largest was called Saint Martin Nightclub.
Before Huangquan Night Club opened, it was the biggest and most popular nightclub in the area, and the enforcers there belonged to Fierce Tiger.
Saint Martin Nightclub’s facilities and equipment were considered top-notch in Sunan, and thanks to Fierce Tiger’s powerful backing, it was among the safest venues in the region.
Many couples liked to go there, as there was no need to worry about partners being lured away by seasoned club-goers.
After Huangquan Night Club launched, Saint Martin Nightclub felt a significant impact.
Nonetheless, the patronage at Saint Martin remained substantial due to their established reputation and regular clientele.
But right now, inside Saint Martin Nightclub, three or four plump men sat around a table.
In the center, a man with scholarly looks and long hair casually tied back was seated.
His skin was incredibly pale, even more delicate than some women’s.
“Brother Ran Qiu, you’ve got to stand up for us.
You know how much of our customer flow Huangquan Night Club has snatched since it opened.
This month, my revenue may not even hit thirty thousand,” a man complained.
“Oh?
Though Huangquan Night Club has opened, it shouldn’t be that bad,” Ran Qiu replied, lighting a cigarette leisurely.
“You’re not around here often and unaware of the situation there.
Huangquan’s venue is too clean; they don’t water down their drinks or sell anything illegal.
It’s like they’re disrupting our normal business operations.
We all rely on those practices to make money, and it seems their boss has no interest in them at all.”
“Oh?
What exactly are you suggesting?”
“We hope you can confront Huangquan Night Club on our behalf, to at least make their drink prices match ours.”
Ran Qiu put on his glasses, snuffed out his cigarette, and smiled, “What’s the matter, you can’t handle them not selling these illegal substances?”
“That’s a rule that’s long been established in our circle.
We wouldn’t dilute our drinks either if our suppliers would give us pure liquor,” another man lamented.
“This is something you need to take up with Huangquan Night Club on your own.
Remember, my nightclub has virtually stopped dealing with those things too.
The times are tense, touch them and you’re dead.
If you value your lives, I’d advise you to let go.”