574: 491 Third target (5k)_2 574: 491 Third target (5k)_2 Jiang Chen and his companions had just been in a hall that was clearly the lowest-end area of the MGM casino, where there was no threshold, and anyone could play.
That’s why the maximum bet for dice gas was capped at ten thousand US dollars.
But the VIP room was different.
“Aunt Lan, I can understand why you don’t touch the other two, but why don’t you get involved in this kind of money-picking business?”
In the VIP room with a starting threshold of a million US dollars, a man with black-frad glasses sat in the lounge area, looking at the bustling casino and asked sowhat puzzled.
He had just played a few hands, got lucky, and won about two million US dollars.
He didn’t expand his winnings when he was on a roll, like other gamblers, but chose to relax instead, seemingly uninterested in winning money.
Drugs, gambling, and prostitution are known to be the three most profitable businesses in the world, yet strangely, the woman beside him didn’t touch any of them.
Just like the old gangsters who liked to have tattoos and wear big gold chains, how could anyone claim to be in the underworld without touching these three?
But what was more intriguing was that the remarkable woman sitting beside him, known as the female godfather, had actually managed to do just that.
“Aunt Lan, look, how is this place any different from a mint?
It’s such a lucrative business to pass on, don’t you think it’s too much of a pity?”
“The law doesn’t allow it.”
The woman’s bland response made the man startled, finding it sowhat absurd and amusing.
He shook the champagne in his hand, “Aunt Lan, human desire and greed are unlimited, just like you can’t control others from doing these businesses.
Look at the underground casinos in our country right now, they are rife with dark and dangerous dealings, and there are countless examples where lives are recklessly endangered.
Every so often, soone driven by gambling debts destroys their family and commits suicide by jumping into the river or off a building.
If it weren’t for the casinos tempting gamblers into taking loans they simply can’t afford, would these tragedies occur?”
“If an industry can’t be completely eliminated, the best way is to set rules for it, systematic rules, so that a relatively healthy ecosystem can be created.
It is better to dredge than to block, Aunt Lan, and I think you are the best candidate for this.”
The man took a sip of his champagne.
The woman remained silent.
“Aunt Lan, if you’re interested, I can be your partner,” the man said, turning to her with a smile.
“If you’re interested in this industry, why don’t you go to Macau?
Instead of spending so much effort getting a few gambling licenses, wouldn’t it be easier?” the woman comnted lightly.
Macau.
Like Las Vegas, it is another gambling capital.
The so-called gambling licenses are the casino’s business permits; with one, a casino can operate legally in Macau.
The well-known casino tycoon’s family beca illustrious because they held several of these licenses.
Indeed, the gambling license is the cornerstone and lifeline of the related powers, and they are not easily transferred.
But to this man and woman, it seed securing a few gambling licenses was not such a daunting task.
“Macau won’t do, it’s too high profile.”
The man shook his head and sighed, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have co all this way to scratch the gambling itch.”
Seeing the woman truly seed uninterested, the man felt a bit sorry but didn’t push the issue and quickly changed the topic.
“Aunt Lan, why don’t you try your luck at the tables later?
I’d like to witness your elegance.”
The woman paused montarily.
Although her gaze was directed at the gambling hall, her thoughts were clearly elsewhere, pondering sothing unknown.
“I don’t gamble.”
Another straightforward answer.
But the man knew she wasn’t lying.
As far as he knew, she truly had no mories of gambling, no matter—
the situation.
The man’s lips moved slightly, then he adjusted his decorative glasses and continued drinking his champagne without saying another word.
He was familiar with the woman’s character.
Once rejected, there was no point in making the sa request a second ti.
Although it was called a VIP room, the area was actually smaller than the outer hall by at least half.
This was Jiang Chen’s first impression upon entering the VIP room.
The second impression was that the gamblers inside seed more poised; at least their expressions were not as intense, and the chips on the tables were even more exquisite.
Here, you wouldn’t see chips with a denomination of five hundred US dollars.
“Hope you all have a good ti.”
The casino staff didn’t supervise them the whole ti and left after bringing them in.
“You guys look around first, I need to talk to her.”
With that, Jiang Chen pulled Vera aside, “Where’s the stuff?”
“What stuff?”
Vera looked puzzled.
“The video.”
“You actually believed it.”
Vera chuckled.
“I was just kidding.
How could I have taken such a video.”
Jiang Chen didn’t take her lightly, “Swear by Allah.”
Vera looked and then actually swore by Allah.
In the West, no one jokes about Allah.
Her decisiveness indicated she really hadn’t taken any video.
“Here.”
Vera handed over a chip.
“What for?”
“I promised you one hundred thousand US dollars.”
Surprisingly, she seed to keep her promises.
“Thanks, but no need.”
Jiang Chen declined, glancing over at Li Shuru, not having the ti to dally further with this girl.
Although Li Shuru hadn’t said anything, she probably already had her suspicions.
“Miss Vera, you keep saying we’re friends, but in our East, friends should first treat each other with sincerity.”
Vera was about to respond, but Jiang Chen didn’t give her the chance.
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