"Wang Hao?" The man looked at me again and said, "Wang Hao from the south of the city?"
"right."
"How do you prove it?"
I rolled up my sleeves to reveal the crowned tiger head on my arm.
The man immediately showed a different look in his eyes and stood up slightly straighter.
"Brother Hao, please."
I nodded and said, "No need to cover my license plate, no one knows my old car anyway." Then I walked into the Golden House. The Golden House was no different from an ordinary farmhouse. There was a small courtyard at the entrance, and the main house opposite. There were suites on both sides, usually storage rooms. There was a toilet in the northwest corner, and waves of foul smell came out. The rich and powerful used the toilet there.
As long as a man can gamble, he can even have sex for three days and three nights.
Before coming here, I had already inquired about everything about the Golden House. So I walked directly into the first suite on the right. The suite looked shabby from the outside, but it was a different world once I entered. Everything was modern in design, similar in style to the lobby of a five-star hotel.
The decoration is quite luxurious, why don’t they just repair the toilet properly?
There was a bar in the suite, and behind the bar sat a stunning beauty. The beauty had a cold face, and a pair of big breasts on her chest, which made the man have wild thoughts. I approached the bar, and the beauty didn't even look at me. I guess she had seen everyone before, and didn't care about a rich man like me.
"Name." The beauty asked coldly, and then prepared to register in the book. Registration is required for gambling in the Golden House.
"Wang Hao."
The beauty was stunned for a moment. I thought she didn’t hear clearly, so I said it again: "Wang Hao. The king of the world, the Hao of righteousness."
The beauty raised her head and looked at me in disbelief, first from head to toe, and then from toe to head.
"You, you, you are the gangster tyrant in the south of the city?" The beautiful woman's eyes lit up: "Wang Hao?"
"Yes, it's me." Anyway, it's good to be recognized by a beautiful woman.
"Haha, you're just as young as I imagined." The beautiful woman's expression was no longer cold, but rather playful and cute. She wrote my name and the time I came here in the notebook. "Brother Hao, how many chips do you want to exchange?"
"One million, maybe." I took out my bank card.
The beauty took the card and operated it on the card reader. As she did so, she asked, "Brother Hao, is this your first time in Jinwu?"
"Yes." I entered the password and saw that one million was just gone. It would be a lie to say I didn't feel bad...
But in Jinwu, it is very common to lose millions in one night. It is said that some people cannot be satisfied and go to Macau. It is common to lose tens of millions in Macau. In the past, an official in Beiyuan City embezzled public funds and lost 60 million in one week. He committed suicide in a hotel in Macau. This incident later caused a big stir.
The beauty was obviously very interested in me. She kept chatting and then introduced herself: "My name is Su Beibei, you can just call me Xiaobei."
"Hello, Xiaobei." I smiled.
The beauty took out a plastic box from under the bar, and inside the box were ninety chips. One chip was worth ten thousand, and that was the price of the gold house! One hundred thousand had already been taken away by the casino. The chips were colorful and made of plastic, but they were a bit heavy, and they probably contained iron sheets. This kind of thing was not difficult to make, but no one dared to forge it here.
As I counted the chips, I asked, "Who's here today?"
Su Beibei said: "The weather is bad today and it's a weekday, so there are not many people here, maybe a dozen or so. Director Ma from the Taxation Bureau, Director Zhao from the Statistics Bureau, and some nouveau riche and second-generation rich. Oh, yes, the overlord of the west city, Ma Weishan, is also here~" Su Beibei blinked, her eyelashes twitching, she was quite cute.
I wasn't interested in any of these people, so I asked casually, "Does the short mule come here regularly?"
"Well, come on, two or three times a week. Brother Hao, do you have something to talk to him about?" As she spoke, Su Beibei seemed to remember something, covered her mouth and said, "Oh, I forgot. Brother Hao, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Don't worry, Shorty is not here today." There was a hint of pleading in her tone.
Girls like this have always been very popular in society.
"It's best if he's not here." I snorted, acting viciously.
Then, he carried his chip box out of the house and walked towards the main house.
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