Yang Fan was defeated by Liu Sanleng's reasoning.
He felt like his brain was burnt and muddled.
His argument was correct—the girls were indeed his cash cows, but were these "trees" dead?
"Two hundred thousand. We can help train your staff and introduce you to channels. Think about it," Yang Fan said seriously. "Besides, Boss Liu, I have a small suggestion for you. If you don't shift your approach, I'm afraid your shop might not last."
"Two hundred thousand?!" Liu Sanleng suddenly jumped up. "Why don't you just rob someone?"
"Robbing isn't as quick as what we do, and who carries that much cash nowadays?" Yang Fan responded with a smile.
"Give it some thought. The two hundred thousand can solve all the problems you're worrying about. It's a good thing you don't need our help with customers, which makes it much cheaper."
After all, Yang Fan didn't really understand; his main tactic was talking nonsense.
