Chapter 183: Angry but Unable to Speak Out

Cui Jinghui volunteered, saying he would continue to work for the Cui Family and take down Red Rose.

"But, Jinghui, your injuries—are you sure you can handle it?"

Cui Hongliang, a father deeply concerned for his son, couldn't bear to see it.

He felt that even if he couldn't help his son ascend within the Cui Family, he didn't want him to suffer any long-term consequences from these matters.

"Don't worry, Dad. My body is in great shape. It's just a mild concussion and a few broken ribs. It's nothing!" Cui Jinghui promised, patting his chest.

"Good!"

"That's my son! You have ambition!"

"Dad fully supports you!"

That very day, Cui Jinghui climbed out of bed and began working on how to deal with Red Rose.

Cui Jinghui had never been so motivated.

As long as he took down Red Rose, not only could he wash away his shame and crush Knife-Wielding Jin and Zheng Qian, but he could also rack up achievements for the Cui Family.

When it came time to discuss rewards in front of the Old Master of the Cui Family, their branch could have more weight.

When the time came for the Old Master to pass away, he would naturally take over as the head of the family and control the entire Cui Family.

That evening, Cui Jinghui gathered his capable subordinates to study how to deal with Red Rose.

Currently, the Seattle Club was facing two situations.

A massive loss of personnel and customers.

Many of their Seattle Club staff, experienced nightclub sales personnel, had all jumped ship to Red Rose due to the high benefits.

That free-drink event had caused quite an impact on the Seattle Club.

The personnel problem wasn't a big deal; with so many venues under the Cui Family, they could just borrow a few.

The main issue was the latter.

"Since Red Rose can offer free drinks, we at Seattle Club can too."

"Send the notice down: we're offering free drinks tonight too!"

"They do a free-drink event once a month, right? We'll do it once a week. Let's see who can outlast whom!"

Cui Jinghui's method was simple and crude. Wasn't it just about attracting people? Who couldn't do that?

The Cui Family's financial foundation was infinitely deeper than Red Rose's; the Seattle Club could completely afford to play this game.

Even if it was just a war of attrition, they could wear Red Rose down to death.

Cui Jinghui immediately sent his subordinates to spread the word and rearranged the venue.

A lot of people poured in that night, all coming for the Seattle Club's unlimited drinks and store-wide free-drink event.

But the next day, there weren't many repeat customers.

For half a month, Seattle Club had already held two free-drink events, but the response got worse each time.

Because of this, Cui Jinghui panicked a little and hurriedly gathered his subordinates for another meeting.

"Young Master, if we keep going like this, it won't work. We've already lost hundreds of thousands, and we haven't seen any feedback at all."

The Seattle Club's Operations Director reminded him. He had seen from the first week that this method wasn't feasible, but Cui Jinghui insisted on doing it this way, and he couldn't sway him.

Who told him he was just an employee, while Cui Jinghui was the Young Master?

"Nonsense! Of course I know it doesn't work. Otherwise, why would I call you all here so late?"

Cui Jinghui had been full of enthusiasm at first, but after seeing there was no response, his mood fluctuated, feeling very restless.

Calling his subordinates over wasn't for them to state the obvious; did the situation on the surface need repeating?

"I'm just baffled. The benefits at Seattle Club are clearly the same as Red Rose's, so why is everyone spending their money at Red Rose?" Cui Jinghui was completely confused, unable to find the key to the problem.

"Young Master, it's possible it's the alcohol," Operations Director suggested.

"The alcohol?"

"That's right. I've snuck into Red Rose twice. I discovered that the alcohol they sell in the store is completely different from the watered-down alcohol we sell."

"It's fragrant, rich, tastes great, and is cheap, and it's not that easy to get drunk."

The alcohol supply had been monopolized by the Cui Family three months ago.

Cui Jinghui had always assumed that Red Rose was selling the same alcohol as them, which was why he used that method to compete with Red Rose on strength and price.

If Seattle Club lost hundreds of thousands, Red Rose would likely lose over a million. What was there to be afraid of?

"And now, Red Rose isn't doing the 'Shenlong' sets anymore. Instead, they've developed their own 'Supreme' alcohol package, divided into two tiers: 58,888 and 88,888."

Seattle Club was still selling the old stuff: small Shenlong for 38,888, large Shenlong for 78,888/88,888.

"I think those customers might be tired of drinking this kind of alcohol. Otherwise, how could Red Rose have more people in their store even though they are more expensive than us?" Operations Director hit the nail on the head.

Cui Jinghui slapped his forehead hard.

He remembered.

The last time Red Rose held a free-drink event, he had drunk that kind of alcohol. It really was different from the alcohol on the market.

With similar decor, staff, reputation, and strength, why was Red Rose more popular?

Perhaps the problem really did lie with the alcohol.

"Check for me immediately what kind of alcohol Red Rose is using now, and order a batch exactly like it!"

"Young Master, I've already checked. These drinks don't have a brand at all; they can't be traced!"

Slap!

A slap landed on Operations Director's face.

"Useless!"

"You can't even find out the brand of the alcohol, what use are you to me?"

Operations Director was on the verge of tears. He worked so hard for the Cui Family, and this is what he got—a slap?

Damn it.

Operations Director dared to be angry but dared not speak, suffering in silence.

"Young Master, it's not that I'm incompetent; it's truly untraceable! Those drinks don't even have labels. They are shipped directly in half-person-high barrels. It really can't be checked!"

"Even if you can't check it, you have to check it for me!" Cui Jinghui shouted angrily.

He was working while injured and was under immense pressure.

If the news of the losses reached the family, they would definitely use this matter as leverage against him.

This was Cui Jinghui's chance to make a contribution to the family. As long as he could take down Red Rose, his father could support his rise.

At the same time, Cui Jinghui's hatred for Jin Zhiyuan and Zheng Qian only increased. He wanted to use the method of crushing Red Rose to take revenge, which was what they called:

Striking at the heart!

Cui Jinghui wanted everyone to know that he wasn't just a brute who only knew how to use force.

Just at this moment.

A man and a woman walked into the room.

The man looked to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a tight jawline, and a face carved like a knife. He was over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a well-fitting blue suit, looking full of vigor.

The woman was twenty-seven, with a standard pretty face, eyebrows like new moons, wearing light makeup, and dressed in a white qipao. The hem was slit to her thighs, revealing large areas of tender white skin, fully displaying a woman's charm.

Cui Jinghan and Cui Ziqing.

They were also Cui Jinghui's older cousin and older cousin.