Ding Ba hurriedly shook his head, "No, it's just an ordinary shop, relying entirely on regular customers to make a living, hehe..."
He wasn't lying about the fact that eight or nine out of ten of the guests at his club were repeat customers.
Gong Yi looked thoughtful; he seemed to understand something. He looked at Ding Ba with more interest; this kid was interesting.
Gongsun Yu still didn't understand, and pressed for an answer, "Is it a supermarket? Or a convenience store?"
"Not that kind of thing."
Ding Ba cursed inwardly at this kid for asking so many questions, like a walking encyclopedia of whys.
Gongsun Yu became more and more confused. Selling cigarettes, alcohol, food, and fruit? What kind of place could it be?
Gong Yi said impatiently, "They run a nightclub, this kid is a pimp."
They're incredibly stupid. How could he entrust his family business to such ignorant descendants?
Gongsun Yu's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Ding Ba, and he silently gave him a thumbs up, a gesture of genuine admiration.
There's a reason for this. The old man used to say that talent often comes from the bottom and should never be underestimated. He believed that there are two places that can best temper a person: one is a prison cell, and the other is a brothel.
Unfortunately, none of the Gong family's descendants were able to intern at either of these places. They couldn't get into the prison, and they dared not visit the brothels, because if the old man found out, he would break three of their legs.
However, Gongsun Yu kept the old man's words in mind. Whenever he encountered someone coming out of prison, or a pimp, brothel owner, or prostitute, he had to be extremely careful and not be careless, because these were all shrewd people who would sell you out and still count the money for them.
Ding Ba thought Gongsun Yu was teasing him, and felt a little embarrassed, after all, his profession was indeed not very honorable, but he couldn't do anything else!
“Old man, we don’t use that term anymore. I run a club, the Guose Tianxiang International Club. It’s a high-class place where the guests are all rich and powerful, and there are even international friends!” Ding Ba said with a smile.
Over time, his confidence returned, he became less reserved, and returned to his carefree and irresponsible self.
Gong Yi found it amusing, but a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes. Judging from the boy's tone, his brothel was quite large. For an orphan without parents to build up such a considerable business on his own was quite an achievement, at least better than his incompetent descendants.
"Besides running a brothel, what else did you do?" Gong Yi suddenly became interested in learning about Ding Ba's past experiences; he thought it must be very interesting.
Ding Ba waved his hand. Standing next to him was Gongsun Yu, very close by.
Ding Ba raised his hand quickly and reached up to touch his nose. No one noticed anything was wrong except Lu Mo, who smiled slightly but didn't say anything.
"This is what I do."
Ding Ba smiled and stretched out his hand, revealing a watch in his palm. Gong Yi's eyes deepened, and his interest grew even stronger.
Gongsun Yu, however, remained standing there dumbfounded. He looked at the watch in Ding Ba's palm and said with a smile, "Mr. Ding, did you used to work in a watch shop? Oh, this watch is the same as mine!"
Ding Ba chuckled and handed the watch back to Gongsun Yu, "This is yours."
"Mine? How could that be? Mine's on my wrist... Ah... Where's my watch?"
Gongsun Yu was first stunned, then shocked. His wrist was empty; the watch he had been wearing was gone. When did Ding Ba take his watch? How come he didn't feel anything?
Gong Yi praised without reservation, "Excellent technique, you must have practiced this for at least ten years, right?"
Ding Ba said proudly, "No, I've only trained for six years. In Pingcheng, if I'm second to none, no one dares to claim first place."
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