Tang Qing silently watched the customers pouring in.
In the hall.
Proposing toasts, playing dice games, calling each other brothers and sisters, couples flaunting their love, and noisy spoiled brats running around - he smiled happily, because... all of these represented money.
"Jing, did anything happen these days? Other than in financial aspects?" Tang Qing casually asked.
Zhang Jing rarely called him normally.
She only made weekly report calls.
Hence, the question.
"Actually, there was something. A couple of days ago, when we didn't have many customers in the afternoon, three guys came asking for protection money, threatening that they would cause trouble at the entrance if not paid. They seemed pretty fierce," she said.
"Thinking it was better to spend some money to avoid disaster, Boss Li gave them three thousand yuan. Those hooligans said they would come to collect every month. Boss Li wanted to talk to you personally about this, so I didn't mention it until now."
