Their eyes fell on those small blocks, and even if Lance hadn't said anything, they knew roughly what those small blocks represented.
"Each small block represents the operating scope of a bar, and within those boundaries, only one bar is allowed to operate, thus avoiding a certain degree of cutthroat competition."
"I've been running bars myself for quite some time, and I know very well the consequences of this kind of cutthroat competition!"
He made an explosion gesture with his hand, "Fighting to snatch customers."
"The profit from alcohol is significant, so for you all, as long as you can defeat the opponent, it's worth it even if you lose some personnel."
Everyone in the small hall nodded, how much compensation does it take for one casualty?
Five to ten thousand bucks, not every gang can, like the Lance family, offer ten thousand in compensation, some gangs consider three thousand already quite generous.
Some smaller ones don't even mention the issue of compensation.
