"Heh, all you did was perform onstage once. A blind cat stumbling onto a dead mouse—don't tell me you really think you're somebody now?"
"Do you think foreign devils will come to our dance hall every day? Don't make me laugh. They don't have that much time or energy to come watch a blind girl sing."
Tang Meina disdainfully blew a smoke ring into her face, then arrogantly reached out and poked her forehead:
"You should take a look around. In this entire Haicheng, how many people do you think actually like listening to those tongue-twisting foreign songs?"
Since Tang Meina refused to show her any respect, Su Qiao no longer felt like being polite either.
She calmly adjusted the shawl around her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "I seem to be more than just a singer of foreign songs."
"I sing Mandarin songs even better. Haven't you already profited from that?"
Without the original owner, could someone with a singing style that could never escape opera-like inflections, and a completely unremarkable voice, really have risen to become the Queen of Song and Dance of all Haicheng within a year?
"You...?" Tang Meina had been struck where it hurt. Enraged, she pointed at Su Qiao, unable to speak for a moment.
She angrily flicked away the cigarette in her hand, then viciously ground the butt into the floor with her glittering golden high heel. A trace of malice showed in her eyes. "Do you think that if Sister Jin hadn't insisted on arranging it this way, I would have let a little blind girl sing for me?"
"My singing voice, Luo Meina's, is famous throughout Haicheng for its beauty. Even without you, I could still become the undisputed Queen of Song and Dance here. I don't need you meddling."