Original subtitles

Created & Directed by WONG KAR WAI

EPISODE 7

ZHUJI

February 16th, 1993.

Shanghai Evening News aired two headlines.

One was, "San Yang T-shirts spur buying frenzy."

Do you like the style?

I do.

It's pretty.

How much is it?

It's my gift to you.

You're too kind.

What about these two?

We don't sell those. They are samples.

Sister,

name brands don't have to be French.

-Our quality is great too. -Indeed.

Get the word out for us, will you?

Of course. Don't you worry.

-I'll talk them up for you. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-It looks great. -Thank you.

Try it on soon as you're home.

You'll be "A Fire in the Spring!"

Your meal was ¥550.

For ¥600, you get two T-shirts for free, so I'll keep the ¥50 in change.

You can have one each.

That's great. How long is this promotion?

-Till we run out. Valid all day. -Stylish. Two for ¥400.

They're completely out at the store. Every color is great.

You should get one of each.

San Yang Tees, dress to please.

Put curtains in the empty boxes.

Pad them all up.

T-shirts on top like this. No one will be able to tell.

You think Mr. Bao will be mad?

That depends on him.

This is his business after all.

Our customers are his customers.

-That's true. -Ling Zi.

Sold out! Give me two more boxes.

-You got it. -Come, quick.

Get a move on.

The other headline was,

"The Shanghai Composite Hits Record High."

1558 points.

The day's turnover hit 1.2 billion,

over 1500x that of the previous year.

Deng Xiaoping's inspiring speech

sparked a magnificent start of the year for the Shanghai stock market.

Stock traders were over the moon.

Business was booming on Huanghe Road.

Long lines stretched out of every door.

If it wasn't for food, it was for a job.

The entire city, indeed, was "A Fire in the Spring."

Waitressing on Huanghe Road is the most selective of jobs.

Waitresses must be five-foot four. Hostesses five-foot seven, minimum.

You have to be pretty,

with a sweet smile.

Have energy, be fashionable.

And your hair?

Tie it up, and tie it high.

That'll make you look taller.

You need hair ties?

Yes!

¥1 a pack.

Quiet down!

Let me pick.

She's too thin.

Too thin is no good.

You have to think quick. Talk smooth.

You need to get your hands dirty.

You need to know where to draw the line.

Most importantly, you can speak Cantonese and English.

Come over here to sign up.

Quickly.

Give them all to me.

Big news!

Mei Lin Garden's giving out necklaces.

Last time everyone got ¥100.

I guess the owner's spreading the wealth.

Who likes this?

Sir,

I do.

You like it?

Call me baby,

and this is yours.

You can't be a shy waitress.

To be in the service industry,

you need to sweeten your lips.

It's not that hard.

Baby.

Who was that?

You?

Come over here.

I'm a man of my words.

Take this necklace.

Really?

Thank you, sir.

Hold on.

See this ring in my hand?

Whoever calls me "baby" again

can have the ring too.

Baby.

So easy, right?

It wasn't that hard, was it?

You're interesting.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, what?

Thank you, baby.

What's your name?

Jiangxi.

What's the matter?

What's with the long faces?

He was just kidding.

Jiangxi, whatever he gave you, give it back.

You really think you have a silver tongue?

Magical words?

You open your mouth

and the gold is yours?

Meilin, what's done is done.

You have two options.

Give them back to me,

or get the hell out.

You have the nerve?

Fantastic! You just wait!

You think this is funny? Get working!

Look what you've done.

Haven't you seen the price of gold lately?

You think cash just comes to us like leaves in the wind?

Madame.

Hello, Madame.

Madame, someone is looking for you.

Speak for yourself.

Madame,

aren't you hiring?

I'm leaving Mei Lin. Would you hire me?

Someone like her?

No one can hire her.

Sorry. We're fully staffed.

Madame, I've worked at Mei Lin for two years now.

I sold the most drinks.

My boyfriend cooks at The Tycoon.

The Grand Lisbon is new, and hiring me is a great move.

The Grand Lisbon values different things.

You should leave.

Min Min has my contact.

Let me know if you change your mind.

-Why don't you go first? -Min Min.

Coming.

I don't care if you're friends.

We can't hire her.

Get the hell out of here.

If Meilin won't keep you,

I'll make sure no one else will either.

It's getting late.

Why are people still going inside?

They're all here to buy San Yang.

I'll get you six more counters tomorrow. Don't worry.

-Thank you. -Hurry.

Mr. Zhang, you're too thoughtful.

I'm just helping out.

Mr. Bao is the thoughtful one. You should thank him.

-They're running out. I'll go take a look. -Go.

You said Mr. Bao?

Mr. Zhang.

A simple thank you is not enough

to express my gratitude for Mr. Bao.

Mr. Zhang, you didn't know.

When Mr. Bao invited me to Shanghai,

I didn't want to at all.

But he insisted.

I thought I might as well.

It'd be like a vacation.

I'd see the Huangpu River, Nanjing Road.

And then he said

he'd make San Yang a Shanghai Name Brand.

It sounded like a joke.

I couldn't even dream of it.

But look at this today.

Our San Yang brand

is not only on Nanjing Road,

we're even in Hulian Department Store.

I've become the star of Huanghe Road.

Truly.

My wildest dreams have come true.

Of course.

I'm already on the level of Hulian.

I should go one higher, right?

Right.

Right.

I should go take care of things.

Of course. Thank you, Mr. Zhang.

This shirt really is great.

Fan Xinhua.

A success story.

Congratulations, Mr. Fan.

You don't have to tell me, Mr. Fan.

I've booked a private dining room

for tomorrow's celebration dinner.

The Garden Room and the Joy Room are both available for tomorrow.

Reserve both for Mr. Fan.

Two rooms?

Mr. Bao said we wouldn't last three months.

And yet,

Mr. Fan is coming here to celebrate.

It's a gesture of respect,

so we should return the favor.

Let him have his moment.

Mr. Bao runs a tight ship.

Despite San Yang's success,

we haven't seen a single counterfeit on the market.

He has Nanjing Road on lockdown,

but every road has its alleys.

-Do you like it, Miss Yang? -I love it.

It's in high demand.

I can't get it anywhere else.

Come back anytime.

Call me.

Madame, let me know when you restock.

You bought this many? Bring your friends.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Madame,

Mr. Tao's sold out. Wants two more boxes.

He needs to pay 50% more. No bargaining.

You won't want to miss this.

San Yang T-shirts!

¥150 each.

This is all that's left.

These are all the colors.

Right?

Once they're gone, they're gone.

Are you crazy? That's my drink.

You looking for a kiss?

Boss. Phone call.

From who? Oh.

Hello? Ah Bao?

Let me tell you. Ling Zi is the smartest. Listen.

Do you want these?

Yes!

Did you hear that?

San Yang is in such high demand.

Why should Hulian make all the money?

We should get a piece too. It's baffling.

Yes.

Ling Zi gave them to me.

They were all from Ling Zi. Don't worry.

Of course they're real. I have to go.

¥450. Pay up.

You don't want to miss this!

San Yang T-shirts! On sale!

You must have made a lot to need the bill counter.

Today was a surprise.

We sold out all the food.

I had to close early.

My prayers were answered.

Have you eaten?

Yes.

I'll make you some porridge.

-Where are Qin and Wen? -Out having fun.

What? They're all there.

Who are you calling?

Ning Bo.

So he can come count the shirts.

You don't trust me?

Day in, day out, I work to help your business.

Instead of thanks, I get an investigation?

Nothing better to do?

Do you know what I left with you?

Do you know what you've sold?

San Yang T-shirts.

San Yang T-shirts?

Why would I put San Yang at Tokyo Nights?

Wouldn't I put them in Hulian?

What do you mean?

I'm telling you once.

Those were San Yang counterfeits.

What did you say?

You left counterfeits here at my shop?

Are you crazy?

Great. We're going to get sued.

Didn't I tell you?

Didn't I tell you not to touch these?

If you'd told me they were counterfeits, of course I wouldn't have.

Okay, now that you know,

go get back what you sold.

Or we will definitely get sued.

I didn't sell them. I gave them away. Can't get sued for that.

What about Tao Tao? And Ling Hong?

Didn't you sell to them?

Let's get things straight here, I was wronged too.

I'm a victim as well.

You lied to me.

-When did I-- -Telling me they're San Yang.

I've had enough of you.

Every day, I run promotions for you and Mr. Fan.

What do I get after all I've done for you?

-I have nothing to say to you. -Whatever!

Save it for whoever reports you.

I'm telling you now.

The first three days of this launch are key.

We're about to stock 400,000 shirts.

If we can't stop the counterfeiting, we're screwed.

Give me the phone.

Fine. What's the big deal?

We're not children.

We can solve this together.

I've got it.

Two options.

One, trade real San Yang shirts for the counterfeits.

Or two, I apologize to each of them,

and you pay them some compensation.

What?

I need to pay?

Why did you lie to me then?

If you hadn't lied to me,

not a single counterfeit would have left Tokyo Nights.

What are you doing?

Go then. Don't come back.

Hello?

Listen to me.

Get every counterfeit back.

Buy back the ones you gave out for ¥150 each.

Those bought from Tao Tao and Ling Hong get a full refund

Get a signature from every buyer.

When it's resolved,

I'll need to check the transactions

against the quantity of shirts.

I gave away the shirts as a promotion.

¥150 is too much.

I'll pay them ¥100 each and save you some money.

I should thank you then.

Of course! You did me wrong first.

You give the real shirts to Hulian

and the fake shirts to me.

Miss Wang made it a name brand,

while I'm getting sued for counterfeits.

Two days ago,

you said you'd cut me a big check.

Now I'm the one having to save you ¥50 a shirt.

I said ¥150. You made it ¥100 yourself.

Who brought up the big check?

I did.

You'll get your check.

Come back.

How much cash do you have?

Why?

Give it to me.

I'll go apologize door-to-door.

Come on. The sooner the better.

Get them out. Don't be shy now.

Your pant pockets. Suit pockets. Front and back.

Want the coins too?

Yes.

I'm telling you,

most people don't make money by doing math problems like you.

Most are like me,

working hard and saving up,

a coin at a time.

One day, your math won't work out, and you'll discover

the importance of pinching pennies just like me.

What about the rest of the counterfeits?

They're in the way.

Someone will come get them this week.

Who?

The people who made them.

You found who made them?

How?

I looked hard.

Monk.

Don't touch the San Yang boxes upstairs.

You're here.

Mr. Fan is already there.

The Grand Lisbon is so lively!

Fan Xinhua?

When he first came here,

he could only afford People's Dim Sum or Aroma Garden.

There was this one time he wanted to play rich,

and bought people dinner here at Mei Lin.

-He didn't have enough to pay. -Really?

Now he thinks he's hot stuff.

A Cinderella story.

Too good for me now.

He's just a hillbilly.

A wannabe staring up at The Grand Lisbon.

Don't worry.

I'll put them in their place tonight.

Tonight?

What?

There's no wrong time to start trouble.

The bigger the better.

That's right.

After this round, let's eat.

Save our energy for tonight's show.

Madame.

Tell Mr. Lu and Mrs. Wu all the rooms are booked tonight.

They'll have to go somewhere else.

I've already let them know.

They used to be regulars at Taste of Joy.

Now they only come here.

There are some from Mei Lin Garden who also want to meet Mr. Fan.

Lu Meilin has been going on about us "stealing" her business.

The restaurant business is like war.

It is what it is.

Is Mr. Bao here?

I haven't seen him.

Miss Wang just got here.

Hello, Miss Wang.

How are you?

Hello, Miss Wang.

Hello.

You're here, Miss. Wang.

Anything to drink, Miss Wang?

I'm okay.

I will leave you to talk.

Hello.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Hello.

Thank you.

Miss Wang, congrats.

For what? You should be congratulating Mr. Fan.

Have another.

Thank you.

Miss Wang, Hulian's 400, 000 shirts

are already on their way.

That's great news.

Will we get certified as a Shanghai Name Brand?

More like All-Asia Name Brand.

All of Huanghe Road

is talking about this today.

I feel like a superstar.

You definitely are.

By the way, Mr. Bao said,

everyone wants the Name Brand status.

San Yang became the industry standard overnight.

Your next step is to improve the quality further

to deserve that status. Got it?

Of course I do.

I'm skating on thin ice for sure.

Hello.

Hello!

They weren't calling for you.

My excitement is making me hear things.

Where is Mr. Bao?

Is he coming with Mr. Xu?

He has a meeting at The Red Heron.

He'll be here later.

We've been here for two hours.

What about the fire-proof cotton

do you want to know?

You haven't said anything, Mr. Bao.

Mr. Ma, here.

Try another fried prawn.

It's delicious.

Mr. Bao won't talk.

Why?

Mr. Bao is waiting for you to talk.

About what?

The San Yang counterfeits.

We already have them.

Friends, help me here. What're you talking about?

You know very well.

Hypothetically,

let's say the counterfeiter

is a friend of yours.

Hypothetically.

Hear me out.

Let just say,

if his counterfeits

go for less than ¥14 a piece, wholesale.

I'd buy every shirt he's made.

You must be joking, Mr. Bao.

Everyone knows

I bought 800,000 shirts from Mr. Fan.

So there's no way the San Yang I sell

would be counterfeit.

I'm the only person

who can pull this off.

Let's say,

hypothetically,

I know someone like that.

How would I know this is not a trap?

A trap?

Hypothetically, Mr. Ma.

Hypothetically,

your friend has 100,000 shirts.

¥14 a piece.

¥1.4 million total.

I could give you a ¥300,000 deposit.

Take it for now.

And we'll find a time

to visit your friend together.

Wait a minute, Miss Wang. Watch your steps.

Is Mr. Bao inside?

Yes.

But he said

it's best you not go in there.

Why? Who's in there?

Excuse me, Mr. Bao.

Miss Wang is here for you.

Excuse me, everyone.

Mr. Ma, I'll be right back.

Okay.

What's the matter?

Who are you with?

What's the emergency?

Mr. Fan keeps saying,

you haven't been to Hulian once.

He's treating and you're not there.

He might think something's wrong.

What's he trying to say?

Did he forget all I did before the launch?

The shirts are on the racks now.

What's left to do?

He's only buying dinner

because I bet The Grand Lisbon wouldn't last three months.

He's there for Li Li, not me.

If you ask me,

San Yang has a long way to go.

It's too early to celebrate.

By the way, did you get the people from the Trademark Office?

They're coming.

-Let me know. -Okay.

Tell Mr. Fan,

don't get ahead of himself.

I'm just happy.

Happy, not drunk.

I'm not drunk.

Sorry about that.

Even the Madame came to see me off.

Li Li,

when did you dye your hair blonde?

-How is it? -Magical.

Manager Pan.

Hello, Mr. Wei.

Some say that my friendship with Mr. Fan and The Grand Lisbon

soured because I didn't get San Yang.

Am I that kind of a person?

Of course not.

Forget grudges,

I'll even join Mr. Fan in supporting The Grand Lisbon.

Which room is he in?

He got too drunk so we sent him home.

What?

Drunk this early?

Some of his friends are still here.

Would you like to say hi?

What's the point if the star is gone?

I'm truly sorry.

All the rooms are full today.

Look at us.

Since Mr. Bao ate his Beef Chow Fun and bet on our downfall,

business has been booming.

Can't you do something?

I even brought all my guys.

How about this?

Check if there's a no-show, and give me that room.

Oh, Miss Wang reserved one, but she's not here yet.

Check with her.

I just called her but she didn't answer.

Great. I'll take her room then.

If she shows up,

I'll give it back.

Okay.

Done.

Mr. Wei, would you like a Beef Chow Fun?

No!

Everyone copies Mr. Bao,

but I will not.

I have my own style, ain't that right?

Right.

What is this?

Croaker Lo Mein

Great. I'll have this.

Next time somebody asks,

"What's Mr. Wei's order?"

Tell them,

Croaker Lo Mein.

All right?

Weirdo.

Who?

Mr. Wei, eat whatever.

No one will care

because you're no Mr. Bao.

Miss Wang, are we close?

Why do you follow me everywhere?

Are you waiting to be asked out?

What's wrong with that brain of yours? Is there a bullet in there?

You look like a complete fool.

You're picking fights with Mr. Bao,

but he hasn't even heard of you.

Oh, please.

What kind of guy is he?

He can fool others. He can't fool me.

Move it.

What are you doing?

I reserved this room.

-Are your friends here? -Yes.

Let me finish eating,

then I'll leave.

Now.

The rooms are all full.

That's your problem. This one's mine.

Once again, leave.

My friends are watching, please.

How is it?

Great.

Now this is a new experience.

Indeed.

I'm telling you, street eats are meant to be eaten this way.

That's right.

In a private room, it loses its flavor.

Mr. Wei is a man of the people!

Don't serve the other dishes until I tell you.

Sure, Miss Wang.

Thank you.

Room 666 is this way.

Miss Wang from the Foreign Trade Office

is always eyeing me.

What's she after?

Mr. Wei, a guy like you?

How many girls could resist?

So, Mr. Ma?

Hypothetically...

Let's say this friend exists.

Just 100,000 shirts is too little.

He'd have at least 200,000.

From what I hear,

your Zhuji factory makes the counterfeits.

-What are you saying? -Don't try it.

It's nonsense.

Why do we do business?

It's to make money,

not catch bad guys.

We were just talking nonsense.

I'm here because I'm by the book.

Exactly.

Mr. Bao,

have you been to Zhuji?

I haven't.

But I'd love to go.

Do you have a reservation?

It should be under "Miss Wang."

One moment please.

I told you no cilantro for this table. You still got it wrong.

Understood.

Make another without cilantro.

Okay.

Go apologize to the guests.

Then serve it right.

Noodles are nothing without broth.

Let's drink.

My guests are here.

Delicious.

Look, a power outage!

Now that's bad luck.

Now what? They'll eat in the dark?

-They'll miss their mouths! -That's right.

The power's out?

I thought we planned for 8:00.

Zip it!

Mr. Wang, come eat at ours.

We have tables.

Come on over.

Xu, stand by the door.

No one leaves without a receipt.

Where's your boss?

I want to talk to your boss.

Don't panic. It's just a power outage.

It's being taken care of.

Okay.

Check the first two floors.

Assess the damage.

If anyone is hurt,

see if you can help.

What's the matter?

Someone cut our wires.

Stop right there!

How are the customers downstairs?

Those in the private rooms have stayed. Half of the regular guests are gone.

Mr. Yao fell.

Miss Wu burnt her hand.

Someone passed out in the elevator.

Miss Wang slapped Mr. Wei.

-What are you doing? -I'm sorry.

-Let me wipe it off for you. -Don't touch me.

Excuse me.

-Mr. Bao. -What's there to see?

Go away. You want another slap?

Hey, calm down.

Oh, it's you.

-I lost an earring. -It's fine, just leave it.

It's too dark, and anyway they're cheap.

- ¥26,000 is cheap? -Who told you?

Ling Zi told me. I paid her.

The Madame is here.

How much longer?

Hurry.

Not much longer.

I tried to get a job here before.

Li Li wouldn't take me.

So to get back at her,

I cut the wires.

I just can't stand her cocky demeanor.

Min Min,

she is a friend of yours, right?

Jiangxi and I,

and Lucy at The Red Heron,

we came to Huanghe Road together.

Power's back.

You tell her,

she has 10 minutes to tell me who's behind this,

or I'm calling the police.

Come on, stop looking.

What are you doing?

Why not ask staff to look for it tomorrow?

I don't care if it takes all night. I'm gonna find it.

If you need to go, go on without me.

¥26, 000...

I was going to buy a car with that.

Good thing I asked Ling Hong,

or it'd really look like I took a bribe.

Whose earring is this?

Mine!

Officer.

I'm telling you,

Mr. Wei is a pervert.

Good thing I acted quickly

and gave him a good slap.

I had to let him know

not to mess with girls who work at the Trade Office.

Ridiculous.

Well said.

North Sichuan Road, please.

Let's go.

The Trademark Office folks are still here.

Don't forget!

I know.

Here they come.

Go home, everyone.

Does Li Li have no sympathy?

Lucy, look.

Jiangxi,

just admit Lu Meilin is behind this,

and they won't take you away.

This was all me.

It has nothing to do with her.

Get in the car.

Officer,

she didn't do anything serious.

-Don't be so rough! -Nothing to see here.

Jiangxi.

Jiangxi.

I'll see you, Mr. Ye.

See you. We'll be in touch.

Sounds good.

Was it really necessary to send Jiangxi to the station?

We're sending a message to Huanghe Road.

We are not to be messed with.

Ask around and see what Mr. Bao's been up to.

Which shops he's been to.

Who he met with.

He was definitely at The Red Heron.

As far as who he met,

I'm sure Lucy won't tell.

Should we ask Tao Tao?

He knows everything on Huanghe Road.

He's super close with Mr. Bao,

and he has a big mouth.

He'll tell Mr. Bao before he tells us anything.

Who else can we ask?

Closing shop?

Yes.

Hi there.

F

Madame, a surprise.

I want to ask you something.

I sell cigarettes, not information.

I'll buy a pack then.

In that case, at your service.

Is Mr. Bao close with Mei Lin Garden?

Not so much.

How about Huang Palace?

Even less.

Daily Fresh?

Never been there.

This week,

which restaurants has he visited?

The Red Heron, and your Grand Lisbon.

Thank you.

Before he went to yours,

Mr. Bao also bought a pack of cigs.

He had two questions.

Oh?

He asked,

Since The Grand Lisbon opened,

which restaurant lost the most business?

What did you say?

All of them.

Before, they were packed all night.

Now they can hardly fill their seats.

Then let me ask,

if The Grand Lisbon goes down,

who will be the happiest?

Mr. Bao asked the same question.

If you ask me,

it'd be all the Madames of Huanghe Road.

I really do need to close now.

There you are. The porridge is ready.

You charged Miss Wang ¥26,000?

So?

She works a salaried job.

¥26,000 is a lot of money for her.

She was saving to buy a car.

You feel sorry for her?

I don't have a car either, why don't you--

Don't change the subject.

It's not the same thing.

What the hell?

Chill out.

When she came the other day,

Ling Hong was right here.

She asked for the price,

and Ling Hong said ¥26,000.

What was I supposed to say?

I talked to Ling Hong after. "How could you talk it up like that?"

She said, "How could I know she was here to pay?"

"I was trying to make Mr. Bao look generous."

She was just looking out for you.

See? ¥26,000.

It's been here this whole time.

I was just waiting for a moment to return it to Miss Wang.

Then you come in here yelling at me,

not even letting me explain.

Sure, I'm trying to make money,

but I wouldn't scam Miss Wang.

Is that what you think of me?

You don't know me at all!

Here I was, thinking about renovating the place,

maybe stepping up my game.

Who knew you thought so little of me and my shop.

If that's the case,

I'd better just quit.

Move on with it.

How do you want to renovate?

Why bother asking?

Why renovate a closing business?

Tokyo Nights struggles.

Doesn't make money.

It's not like I'm useless.

I can find any old job to support myself.

Anything beats slaving away here and answering to you.

Okay, enough. Stop showing me your scars.

Will you keep bringing it up?

If I don't, you'll forget.

Don't you dare forget

that I took a knife for you.

FEW YEARS AGO

Where's my Bao Bao?

Who?

Are you Ling Zi?

So what?

Tell Bao Bao to come out.

Tell him to come out.

She was looking for Bao Bao, not me.

Ah Bao, you better come out.

She was calling your name.

He's not gonna come out? If he doesn't come out...

I don't even remember her face.

...I'll die right here.

Go on, die then.

You don't think I will?

Come on.

-You stay right there. -I didn't mean it, sister.

-Oh no. -Now you call me sister.

You out of your mind?

Trying to mess with me...

Ah Bao,

I took a knife for you.

How much for the renovation?

One million!

¥500,000 if I keep it simple.

¥500,000?

I want to start quickly. ¥200,000.

Fine, just send ¥100,000 tomorrow so I can get started.

Done.

Uncle Ye will send you ¥100,000.

You said it.

You owe me ¥74,000.

Oh, someone's here. Gotta go.

Still out? Fang Mei's gonna kill you.

Keep it down. Ling Zi will hear.

She won't hear. Too busy counting cash.

Can you come with me?

I need an alibi.

Where were you just now?

At Ah Sao's.

Are you crazy?

It's not what you think.

They were playing mahjong and needed a fourth.

You're here.

I sure am...

Come on in.

All right.

I have to go by 12:30 a.m.

It's already 12:00 a.m.

You sure like to joke around.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about today.

Mahjong is making you blush like that?

Is it that obvious?

Really?

Okay.

Let's not talk about it.

Let's not.

If Fang Mei's scary face didn't randomly pop into mind,

my little soul would long have been trapped

by Ah Sao's mahjong tiles.

Okay. Listen to me.

Next time, don't go.

Ah Bao,

can I be honest with you?

I have a feeling

I won't survive this time.

I know you want this one.

Will you give it to me then?

Two o'clock.

If you stay and play until two o'clock.

I'll give it to you.

Okay. Two o'clock.

Look at that!

A flush!

I said you would want it.

You stay away from her.

I know it. I just can't do it.

When it comes to love, it's easy to tell others what to do.

But myself? It's like I'm a child,

flunking the first grade

over and over.

How about this?

I'll stay with you tonight.

You call Fang Mei for me.

I'll just go home in the morning.

I have places to be in the morning.

Where?

Can I come?

I'm not sleeping either way.

What about your shop?

You haven't heard?

Yesterday, all of us seafood vendors received a gift and a message.

From whom?

Huang Palace's Madame, in person!

Tao Tao.

Madame, what are you doing here?

You got any lobsters? King Snakes?

I have as many as you want.

-I want as many as you have. -That's right.

-Really? -Of course.

But after we leave,

will you still have some left for, say, The Grand Lisbon?

Will you?

The Grand Lisbon?

Personally,

I don't think so.

And not just you.

Every shop here will be out of stock.

What do you say after a message like that?

I can only close for now.

I'm not messing with The Grand Lisbon. Or the rest of Huanghe Road.

Li Li sure is bold.

To come as an outsider,

and take business from locals...

Those Madames will eat her alive.

If she doesn't find a proper backer,

I'm calling it.

We'll have a new Madame soon.

These schemes on Huanghe Road. I know them too well.

They gave Golden Phoenix the same exact treatment.

Even made up a story to blame me.

Now they want to recycle tactics

and take down The Grand Lisbon.

I'm telling you,

I'm going to put them in their place.

Or else they'll really think they're in charge of Huanghe Road.