"The day's earnings?"
Liu Sanleng grabbed two handfuls of his thick chest hair, cocked his mouth to the side, and thought hard for a moment before raising two fingers to Yang Fan, "There's nothing I can't say about it. My place, you see, the performance level is high, and the girls are pretty smart. So the business for a day is still pretty good, the average is about two thousand yuan."
Yang Fan just predicted ten thousand, but he actually said two thousand...
Such a big dance hall, earning just two thousand a day, doesn't seem to make much money.
Yang Fan immediately had his excuse. He shook his head, "Boss Liu, I'm afraid you can't call this business good?"
"How can it not be good? Subtracting various expenses, the net profit a day is two thousand, do you get what I'm saying?" Liu Sanleng got a bit upset when Yang Fan said that.
"Boss Liu, how many girls do you have here?" asked Yang Fan.
"Eleven!" Liu Sanleng patted his round belly and said with a hint of pride.
