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"Sis? What did you say? I have to make her sing..." uttered Scar Man with a tormented expression, "Pay fifty for her singing? Alright, alright, come, come. The music-selling lass, you're in luck. Fifty each song, come sing for Sis. If you're bad, beware of me. Ah? Sis, no, well, hehe, it's a slip of tongue, in fact, we're all decent folks here. Sure, I'll let her sing, right now..."
Scar Man and Master Hayden, eyes all pinned on the cheongsam woman. Especially that Scar Man, so eager to get rid of the hot potato, he immediately took out a crumpled fifty-dollar note from his pocket and handed it over.
The cheongsam woman felt like she wanted to die, it was nothing but a joke, why make such a fuss? Full of grievance in her heart, she, the almighty lady boss overseeing hundreds of girls, was now forced to be a street singer selling songs at such a low price, only fifty bucks...