Ribbs had a pornographic video of Congressman Blair in his hand, but he had no use for it.

Now I can finally use the casino license application.

After the meeting, Ribbs called Congressman Blair.

"Mr. Blair, how are you?"

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"You are so forgetful! Libus, have you forgotten?"

"Oh! It's Reeves! I remember!" Blair asked, "Why did you call me?"

Ribs replied, "I'm thinking of starting a small business and I'd like to ask for your help! Do you have time? How about we meet and talk?"

Ever since Frank threatened him with a video last time, Blair has been a bit afraid of the ropes after being bitten once, and doesn't want to have anything to do with gangsters anymore.

He wanted to refuse Ribs, but because Ribs had done dirty work for him and knew his dirty laundry, he didn't want to make the relationship too awkward, so he agreed.

"Okay! How about we meet at the City Hall tomorrow afternoon?"

"No problem! This is a serious business, we can meet anywhere!" replied Reeves.

"Okay! See you tomorrow!" Blair said and hung up the phone.

Chicago City Hall is located in the heart of the Loop. It is an 11-story classical building. The mayor's office, city council meeting room, finance bureau, law department, etc. are all located inside the city hall.

Ribs parked his car in the parking lot next to the municipal square, got out, passed security check and walked into the city hall.

Inside the hall, there is a circular dome, classical murals, and large stone pillars with exquisite carvings.

The people coming in and out were all tall white men, dressed in suits and ties, and looked well-dressed.

Ribs walked on the spotless marble floor, came to Blair's office on the third floor, and pushed the door open and walked in.

Blair sat behind a large desk on which were placed a telephone, a notebook, and a small American flag.

"Come on, sit down! Reeves!" Blair stood up and invited enthusiastically, then sat on the sofa with Reeves on the side. "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's nothing big. I just want to open a casino in Inglewood and I need your approval." Reeves said straight to the point.

"Casino?" Blair looked troubled. "This isn't going to be easy... There are only about ten official casinos in the entire state of Illinois."

"Hahaha! Of course I know it's difficult, that's why I asked you to do it, Mr. Congressman."

Blair said: "I am a member of parliament. Although I have the right to review casinos, opening a casino still requires the approval of the Illinois Gaming Commission. This is not something that the parliament can have the final say on..."

"Hey, I know this is complicated!" Liebs said, "Anyway, it would be more convenient for you to help me than for me to do it myself, right?"

Blair was stunned when he heard this, and said a little unhappy: "I help you? Why should I help you?"

"Mr. Congressman, we're planning to invest tens of millions of dollars to build a large casino. If this goes through, you'll definitely benefit! How about I give you 1% of the shares when the time comes?"

According to market prices, MPs who help run a casino must get at least 10% of the shares, and some MPs can even get 30% of the shares.

Blair chuckled: "What? 1%, are you sending away beggars?"

"Hey, I know 1% sounds a little low," Reeves said, "but I still have to keep it a secret for you! This confidentiality fee must be worth a lot of money, right?"

"Confidentiality fee? What do you mean?" Blair asked with a changed expression.

"The movie you starred in!" Liebs said, "After I killed Frank, I saved a copy for myself! That scene was really exciting!"

"What! You..." Blair was so angry that he couldn't speak. "You...you gangsters! Each one is more despicable than the other!"

"Mr. Congressman, that's not right!" Reeves said. "I'm not like Frank. I want to cooperate with you and make money together! Even though 1% isn't much, it's still close to a million dollars, which is a lot."

Blair knew clearly that there was no benefit in confronting Reeves. If he agreed to Reeves's words, at least they would still be partners on the surface and would not immediately fall out.

Now, he had no other choice but to agree helplessly: "Okay, I can help you with this! However, the Illinois Gaming Commission will also need some money to deal with it."

"That's no problem, I'll pay for it! Only with investment can there be returns!"

Reeves readily agreed, then asked, "How long will it take to get the approval for this casino?"

Blair replied: "According to the process, after the Gambling Commission approves it, the Parliament will have to review it again, which will take about a month."

"Okay!" Reeves said, "Then let's start choosing a location and decorating! This thing will take at least a month to decorate."

"Okay." Blair said coldly, "Do you have anything else?"

"Mr. Congressman, don't be so serious!" Ribs stood up and said with a smile, "We are partners now! If our Black Rabbit Gang becomes successful in the future, you will also have contributed to it."

Blair said with an unhappy look on his face: "Don't talk about your achievements, just stop messing with me all the time!"

"How could I mess with you! Congressman, you can ask around on the street. I'm the best person to my friends!" After saying that, Reeves laughed and left Blair's office.

......

In order to select a location for his Black Rabbit Casino, the butcher, who had limited mobility, personally went to many places.

On Lincoln Avenue, the most prosperous street in Inglewood, there is a hotel with a very good location, and the butcher took a fancy to it at first sight.

Several cars of the Black Rabbit Gang stopped at the door. The butcher got out of the car with a dozen people and limped into the hotel lobby.

The hotel is ten stories high and has about 300 rooms. It is decorated in a luxurious style, with a magnificent lobby and a full range of supporting facilities.

The butcher stood in the middle of the hall and praised it endlessly: "Great! This place is great!!"

The hotel waiter saw about ten people coming in, looked around the lobby, and came over to ask, "Gentlemen, do you have a reservation?"

The butcher replied, "No reservation! Do you sell this hotel?"

The waiter was stunned: "Sir, what did you say?"

"Are you selling this hotel? I want to buy it." The butcher said impatiently, "Hey, that's enough! You, a waiter, don't know shit. Call your manager, no! Call your boss over here!"

The waiter saw that the butcher in the lead was limping, but he still had a cool expression, and the people he led also had fierce looks on their faces.

He didn't dare to provoke them, so he immediately called the manager, who then called the hotel owner:

"Boss! Someone wants to buy our hotel!"