I raised this question and looked at everyone, hoping that everyone would brainstorm. Everyone looked at me, and it seemed that no one had a good solution. Ye Zhan yawned and said, "We have Wen as the guardian. Come on, Assistant Miao, tell us."
Everyone looked at Miao Wenqing. As the character of White Paper Fan, he was naturally responsible for making plans.
Miao Wenqing said: "The solution is not like a light bulb that will light up as soon as you pull the switch. You need to think slowly. So, you guys go away first, and Brother Hao and I will discuss it." When everyone heard this, they all got up and left. Only the two of us, the young and frivolous bad guys, were left in the villa.
We sat down, smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, discussed for an hour, exchanged ideas, and came to the following conclusion: If we want to establish diplomatic relations with the short mule, the first thing to do is to open up the south of the city and let his drugs flow in. Only by establishing common economic interests can our friendship slowly ferment. Why did I allow drugs to enter? There is only one reason: I am short of money.
Wang Hao, the overlord of the south city, has countless incomes every day and is wealthy enough to rival a country. How could he be short of money?
In other words, is there any way to make me a pauper quickly? To be desperate to find money?
There is only one way: gambling.
Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling are men’s four favorite things.
After eating, drinking and whoring enough, the men start gambling.
From ancient times to the present, how many people and families have been ruined by gambling? In terms of harm, it is no less harmful than drug addiction.
How to lose without leaving a trace, how to lose everything, how to lose in such a way that everyone knows about it, all these require planning step by step.
When everyone in Beiyuan knew that Wang Hao had lost everything, I went to discuss the matter of "getting into drugs" with Shorty and let it happen.
In order to make the plan perfect and seamless, Miao Wenqing and I discussed it in detail for three days and three nights. Finally, we announced the plan to everyone, and everyone agreed that it was feasible and feasible.
At the junction of the south and north of the city, there is an urban village called Wangjiabao. It was originally a key project for government renovation. It could have been a prosperous area in Beiyuan with tall buildings and a developed economy. But the villagers were blinded by money and, under the leadership of the village committee secretary, they asked the government for a high price, which was more expensive than the widest community in Beiyuan. In the end, the government gave up on this place and let it fend for itself. Therefore, today, when Beiyuan's economy is developing rapidly, Wangjiabao is still shabby, with low-rise houses, messy wires crisscrossing in the air, and dirty sewage flowing on the ground. It is incompatible with the entire Beiyuan City, like an ugly dog-skin plaster. The city leaders frowned when they mentioned it.
However, this place gave birth to the largest casino distribution center in Beiyuan City. At night, countless gamblers came from all directions. Some became rich overnight, while others lost so much that they came out the next morning with only a pair of shorts.
Wangjiabao is only five miles in radius, with dozens of houses crisscrossing each other, each of which is shabby, but each of which is a den of money. Many people laugh here, many people cry here, but no one dares to cause trouble here.
This place is not under the jurisdiction of any city lord, because this is the territory of Mr. Rong.
Although Mr. Rong has retired from the underworld, he still has a group of disciples who need to make a living, so they continue to do some side jobs.
The four city lords all gave him face, because Old Man Rong never crossed the border and he just wanted to have a meal.
The house in the middle of Wangjiabao is no different from the other houses, equally run-down and low, with tall grass growing on the roof. This is Mr. Rong's territory, and no one dares to cause trouble here, but there are secret guards here. The secret guards have knives on their bodies, and they look at every passerby vigilantly, with cold eyes like the armed police escorting a money transporter.
For no other reason than that the money in this room is as much as in any money truck.
Yes, the room in the middle is nicknamed the Golden Room. It is the highest-standard casino in Wangjiabao. Those with a net worth of less than five million are strictly prohibited from entering! In other words, the gamblers who can enter here are either rich or noble!
Here, you can meet celebrities from all walks of life in Beiyuan, including local tyrants, businessmen, officials, and if you are lucky, you can also meet the overlords of the four major urban areas. This place is just like Kaiyuan Restaurant. No matter what grudges you have, you have to be friendly when you come in.
On this morning, there was a drizzle in the sky. A Santana drove into Wangjiabao. It did not stop in front of any house, but went straight to the Golden House. The sentry at the door of the Golden House was shocked. It was the first time he saw someone driving a Santana here. There were many cars parked in front of the Golden House. Each car was a luxury car worth more than 500,000 yuan, but the front and rear license plates were covered with towels. After all, those who came to the Golden House to gamble were not ordinary people, and they did not want to expose their identities to the public.
Santana stopped at the door of the golden house, and two secret sentries immediately came over.
The car door opened and I walked out. A man with a fierce look in his eyes said, "No parking here."
I said with a smile, "I'm here to have fun." Then I threw the car keys to him and said, "Please park the car for me." No matter how cruel he was, in my eyes, he was just a parking boy.
The man took the key, was startled, looked at me suspiciously, and said, "Do you know where this is?"
"Golden House, a place for gambling. Otherwise, why am I here?"
"Those with a net worth less than five million are not allowed to enter. Please provide proof of your income." The sentry looked me up and down.
"I'm Wang Hao." I didn't provide proof of income because it wasn't necessary.
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