The bar owner, a man adorned with a chunky gold chain, glanced at the document bag on the table, which was unsealed, revealing stacks of cash peeking out from inside.
He leaned against the corner of the table and sat down, touching his nose bridge, "Little girl, you've got the wrong place. I'm a law-abiding citizen, and this is a licensed bar, with no messy business involving women."
Tang Li reached out, pulled two bundles of cash from the document bag, and placed them in front of herself: "280,000 yuan, will you take this deal?"
"What seems to be the misunderstanding, young lady?" the man said, his gaze nevertheless stolen by the twenty thousand yuan Tang Li had removed.
As if she hadn't heard his clarification, Tang Li leaned in once more, taking another twenty thousand from the document bag: "260,000 yuan, I need a woman with a hot figure, younger than thirty years old."
