"In certain fields, wealth is limited. The more we earn, the less others do. And that's where the hatred comes from..."
Regardless of whether Su Xuan wanted to listen, Dongfang Hao launched into his explanation. While speaking, he took out three cigars, offering one to Su Xuan, who shook his head. He then passed one to Guo Haozhen, who accepted it.
"My Grand Emperor Hotel is planted right here. Within a ten-mile radius, let alone further out, no one can compete with me. Anyone who tries to open a restaurant of the same caliber within my territory is signing their own death warrant!" Dongfang Hao declared, taking a deep drag from his cigar, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Because I will fight back to survive. Unless they are more powerful than me."
"It's like they say: a single general's success is built on ten thousand bleached bones!" Guo Haozhen added, taking a puff of his cigar.
