In recent years, industries like KTV bars always carry a hint of grey.
Those who can own such establishments are just like those who run gravel and sand businesses—all mixed up in the underworld, with a team of thugs and lackeys at their disposal.
Long San's statement was clearly a signal to Bai Lu that he had underworld backing.
It was an outright threat.
Bai Lu certainly grasped the implication, and her pretty face instantly grew unsightly.
"Miss Bai, I'm sincerely interested in collaborating with you. As long as you're willing to share your supplier with me, I'm ready to pay a high price. Moreover, if you're interested in opening a beauty salon in the city, I'd be willing to hold shares with you. Money is there to be made by everyone, right?"
With the stick in his left hand, Long San offered the carrot with his right.
This combination of hard and soft tactics was something he had mastered through and through.
