This is also an open-style booth, allowing a view of the lovestruck men and resentful women dancing in the adjacent dance floor.
Song Yun and the Prince each sat on the sofa, facing each other.
"Your place, it's not bad," Song Yun said with a smile. "At least it can earn you a seven-figure sum a year, right?"
"Hehe, it's okay," the Prince said with a slightly smug expression. "When business is good, it makes seven figures in a month."
"Oh! So, it seems you're not poor," Song Yun said with a smile.
The Prince's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Today we need to talk about this properly."
"Oh?" Song Yun raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you planning to give me your five venues? If they're like this one, I could just take four."
Song Yun pointed at the floor.
"You're thinking too good," the Prince shook his head and said. "Right now, you're on my turf, my home ground, and everyone here is mine. You... don't have the right to bargain with me."
