Manager Du was a man used to big scenes, and though he feared Qin Zhenghao's fame and power, he still had to say what needed to be said; if all else failed, that gentleman would have to give in.
"Young Master Qin, no matter what you do, there should be some rules, right?"
"I am the rule, got it?"
Such adamant attitude made Manager Du frown in difficulty. "Young Master Qin..."
"Undying old fart, didn't you understand what I said?"
Manager Du, skilled at reading expressions, quickly nodded and bowed: "I understand." After speaking, Manager Du approached Yang Fan: "Sir, as you can see, our club has tried its best, but Mr. Qin is really not someone we can afford to offend. How about this? Today your expenses are on the house, and next time you come to our club, you will also get a free week. You can enjoy all the racetracks and facilities in the club as you please."
