361: Chapter 350 The Most Suitable Punishment 361: Chapter 350 The Most Suitable Punishment “You little shit, what are you saying, daring to curse my friend, do you know—”
Before the other party could finish speaking, Song Yun, clearly irritated, waved his hand to signal the gang members outside to drag these people out.
It seemed that Su Shan was really quite bold, putting on such an act despite his trust in her.
If she was unaware, that was one thing, but if she did this deliberately, Song Yun would not mind teaching her what rules meant.
“Remember, in our nightclub downstairs, no one can run a tab—not even me.
I have to swipe my card and pay when I play, let alone allowing anyone to act arrogantly here.” Song Yun stared at the waitress and commanded, “Go call Su Shan over for me.”
Susan was downstairs greeting the customers.
Most of those who arrived today were old patrons.
Seeing the dance floor bustling with a high volume of customers, Su Shan thought that tonight’s net profit might hit a peak.
Little did she know, her good times wouldn’t last long.
While she was making her rounds, a Green Dragon Disciple stopped her in her tracks, claiming that she needed to go upstairs.
Among those who could order around the Disciples, it was likely just a few people, but in her view, it was probably some trouble stirred up by Song Yun.
Not knowing what got into the big boss today, Su Shan shook her head and followed the Disciple to the VIP area upstairs.
As soon as she pushed open the private room door, she was shocked by the scene inside—her friends were being pinned to the ground, while Song Yun and others were drinking.
“Song Yun, what is the meaning of this?” Su Shan asked, a bit angry.
Even with your strength, you can’t just bully people for no reason.
Song Yun was slightly taken aback by her shouting.
If others didn’t know better, they would think he was the one acting arrogantly and unreasonably.
Before Song Yun could stand up to speak, Azure Dragon started by slamming his hand on the table, “Is this how you speak to the boss?
Since when does a nightclub manager have the right to yell at Brother Song?”
“You sit down,” Song Yun said to soothe Azure Dragon’s mood.
“I recall your only authority is to manage the nightclub’s operations, not to use your position for personal reasons, right?”
“What do you mean?” First being yelled at by Azure Dragon and now being spoken to like this by Song Yun left Su Shan somewhat confused about the situation.
“What’s the deal with these few?” Song Yun lit up a cigarette and pointed to the people being held down by the Disciples.
“I remember that VIP rooms upstairs are reserved for people with status.
How did they get in?”
“These are my classmates.
They said they wanted to experience the place, so I arranged it for them,” Su Shan said hesitantly.
“But you can’t just beat them up for this.
They didn’t break the law.”
“Didn’t break the law?” Song Yun let out a laugh and leisurely took a sip of his beer.
“These three men barged into my private room and demanded all the women present to drink with them.
You think that’s not causing trouble?”
Song Yun’s voice grew louder and louder until he was practically shouting.
Su Shan was stunned upon hearing this.
How could such a thing happen?
She knew Song Yun’s status within the organization.
Leaving aside what Song Yun would do to them after they harassed his wife, the Disciples alone would tear them to pieces and feed them to sharks.
“Su Shan, we really were out of our minds, it was the alcohol talking when we did such a disgraceful thing.
Please, plead for mercy on our behalf,” a young man said tearfully—he couldn’t imagine the women they flirted with had such powerful connections.
“Yes, yes, we know we were wrong.
We shouldn’t have gone mad over a bit of booze.
Please, forgive us.”
“This…
this…” Su Shan found herself at a loss for words, her palms sweating profusely.
“And those female classmates of yours weren’t too shabby either, picking at my chin, saying they wanted me to entertain them and then waive the bill for my table,” Song Yun said sarcastically, “Really treating me like a gigolo, are they, asking to have the bill waived.”
“Su Shan, are these classmates of yours really rich?
The bill for my table isn’t that high,” Song Yun motioned for a waitress to come over, “How much is it?”
“Four bottles of red wine, six cases of craft beer, three bottles of white wine, and a bottle of Lafite, plus snacks and fruit plates, come to a total of US$154,800,” the waitress quickly calculated.
“How can it be so expensive?” exclaimed a girl.
“It’s not that expensive.
If Brother Song hadn’t asked for ordinary wines, just one bottle from the nightclub’s vintage collection would cost seventy to eighty thousand alone,” the waitress glanced at the girl and replied.
“Alright, I won’t count the change then.
Let’s say it’s US$150,000.
Weren’t you the ones saying you’d waive the bill?
Where’s the money?” Song Yun asked derisively.
“You, go check their private room to see how much they’ve spent in total.”
The waitress nodded and exited the room, then came back shortly with a slip in hand, “Brother Song, their private room totaled US$3,525.
However, our VIP rooms have a minimum charge.
Upstairs, it’s a minimum of US$8,000, so their expenses for tonight come to US$8,000.”
“Oh, that’s not much,” said Song Yun, extinguishing his cigarette.
“US$8,000 is neither a lot nor a little, but don’t you think it’s an amount a student could hardly afford?”
“Su Shan, I’ve heard from other waitresses that these people often went to find you at the previous nightclub.
Is there any truth to that?”
“There is,” Su Shan admitted with a sigh.
“And they even ran up tabs.
Once or twice I can understand; maybe your classmates pleaded with you, and you gave in because you’re soft-hearted.
But this has happened several times now.
Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Song Yun asked, with a cold laugh.
“It’s my fault.
I didn’t know they would run up a tab.
They told me they just wanted to have some fun and asked me for a discount,” Su Shan said quietly.
“I don’t want to bring up the past.
It’s all done with, but I must say something about today’s events.
You’re aware of the sort of people who come to play upstairs, aren’t you?”
“Your classmates can’t tell right from wrong once they’ve had a bit to drink, and they even dared to use your name to pressure others.
Do you understand that there are some people I don’t wish to provoke, and crossing paths would just cover me in disgrace?”
“I understand, and I take full responsibility for today’s events,” Su Shan said, her expression dejected.
She knew that Song Yun was giving her face; if he didn’t care for her face, he would have dealt with these people directly rather than calling her over.
“Knowing you’re wrong is good, deduct three months of bonuses and commissions, hand over all your ongoing tasks to your assistant, and go reflect for a week.
As for where you’ll be working after that, we’ll discuss it later,” Song Yun said, waving his hand dismissively.
For Susan, this punishment was already light.
However, it would certainly push Su Shan to the other side from her classmates; after tonight, they would surely avoid her like the plague.
But this was a good thing for her.
To succeed, one must discard some liabilities.
Indeed, if Song Yun hadn’t discovered this today, it would have formed a malignant tumour on Su Shan’s path to growth, threatening her future at any moment.