Senior Sister was about to sing for the second time.
No one knew where the tidbit had leaked from, but that evening, the Giant Bar was packed.
Due to the overwhelming crowd, the owner had laid down a ruthless rule: a minimum charge of five hundred, and two thousand for a booth.
This sudden rule made Ye Tiao the subject of ridicule.
Damn, was this a mad cash grab?
But despite the mockery, people still stayed.
And... only the two presidential suites on the second floor were left.
As Ye Tiao smoked, leaning over the second-floor railing looking down, her feelings were incredibly mixed.
Shit.
Back in the day, Tang Wu really drew in business, but that was because she was Tang Wu.
Now, even with a different look, how was she still so popular?
Damn, was this what they called a natural advantage?
Watching the packed venue, Ye Tiao finally had the only member of the security department, Lao Li, hire three to five temporary workers.
