Gossip King

At 12 o'clock, Hong Kong’s nightlife has just begun, especially the casinos.

Lao Hang and his group got out of the car and looked up. The Royal Casino is really lavish. When you look up, the height of dozens of floors is nothing, and the round shape like a ball is not in this city with many buildings. The tree is framed by golden glass, especially like a rising sun. Especially at this night, the dim lights are reflected on the golden glass, which is even more dazzling.

The rising sun makes people surging, and the golden sun makes people more and more drunk, as if when you enter, you will be full of gold and jade cheers, how many people are gambled and gambled every night, and how many people are defeated and defeated. .

Brother Biao was on the top floor of the casino, and Lao Hao was slightly stunned when he walked in with someone. The Royal Casino is Hong Kong's top casino in the end. The lobby is covered with golden floor tiles, and the winding stairs next to it are all white marble, carved with vigorous dragons and tigers.

There are five floors in the casino where you can gamble. The design is similar to that of a large shopping mall. There is a lobby, and you can only see the sky when you look up. You can reach the fifth floor through the spiral staircase, and the fifth floor can also lean on the railings to overlook the lobby.

The hall is a venue for playing traditional cards, with the most people. The lobby of the Royal Casino is notoriously large, at least two hundred gaming tables are neatly laid out, and the licensing chicks are hot and beautiful.

"Mom, this table can't even see the end." The fat man couldn't help his tongue.

Old Diao was stunned, frowned slightly, and said, "No wonder the boss is confident that Brother Biao will cooperate with him. You see, their occupancy rate is less than the fifth floor. You know, the year before last was overcrowded."

"Hey, in the past few years, I have been fighting tigers and fighting corruption. Now corrupt officials don't dare to gamble." The fat man said.

Since the new leader took office a few years ago, the upper hand officially began to crack down on it. Hong Kong's gambling industry initially disagreed. Severe crackdown, in the mainland, shouting every year, every month, has never seen any results. Therefore, the major casinos stay on hold, and exchange as many yards for as much money.

The price won't drop at all.

There is no need to drop prices, but the mainland is the big head of Hong Kong's gambling industry, and among this big head, merchants are officials. Especially the official, who is generous.

However, the development of things later made Hong Kong's gaming industry unable to stand it up. Don't talk about gambling. Take an ordinary hotel for example. The shrinkage rate is as high as 40%. All meals are affected. Let alone go to Hong Kong to gamble. This is against the trend.

In the past two years, Hong Kong’s gaming industry can be described as a "swamp." The inland tycoons who have always accounted for half of the turnover have shrunk so much that even the Royal Casino is dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied? !

You know, in previous years, there was a crowded line.

Nowadays, although there are still some hidden corrupt officials coming to play the ticket, there is no such thing as the past daring group to gamble.

"Don't talk about casinos. Even the inland restaurants have a hard time. There are a lot less people who come to eat." The fat man shook his head and sighed: "My neighbor's is a hotel. There was a vocational school in the past. The office director of, he just eats thousands of them in a week, and all friends at home use public money to eat on their birthdays."

The fat man was talking about the truth about the empire, the truth about the past.

Don't underestimate any director of a school, they live a chic life. Generally, schools and governments will have designated hotels for hospitality, and the hospitality fee is approved by public funds. In the past, when the crackdown was not severe, the hospitality expenses were staggering.

The director has personal friends to play, the director's son is entering school, and the director is going to have a tooth festival. They all blatantly spend public money to eat and drink, and they choose expensive ones. This is an income of the hotel, and the other income is invisible: in order to save money for the imperial hospitality, it is too expensive to order wine at a designated hotel. So through the hotel wholesale, deposit in the hotel.

Here comes the income, wholesale, so you must buy expensive wine, how much is the wholesale? Of course there are more wholesale quantities, and then I moved one or two boxes home from time to time... Then do a little action on the accounts...

It's not working anymore. Severe strike. Is it true that the strike is severe from top to bottom. How many people have been arrested? Wusha hat is important, who dares?

"The hotel is in a slump now, let alone casinos, but Brother Biao is three casinos. This skinny camel is bigger than a horse and it doesn't matter." said the fat man.

It is true that a thin camel is bigger than a horse. In this downturn, it is normal that there are tens of millions of running accounts every night. This stall is here.

Going directly to the elevator, and as soon as entering the elevator, the elevator lady asked with a smile, "How many floors do you go to, sir?"

"Top level." The fat man said.

"Huh?" The elevator lady was stunned: "Is there an appointment?"

"Yeah." The fat man didn't speak anymore, everyone put their hands on their lower abdomen, with a serious face, the old man stood silently among them, and helped his sunglasses.

"Okay, sir, wait a minute." Seeing this, the elevator lady was afraid of being a big customer, so after a quick question through the headset, she turned around and stooped: "Sorry, sorry, this is the top floor, our boss is there. Waiting."

When the top floor arrived, the elevator door ding-dong opened. Brother Biao's right-hand man stood at the door and smiled into a flower: "Mr. Gao, welcome, welcome, welcome!" He stretched out his hand very politely, the old hanging out, everyone walked out.

Only did not see Gao Leng come out.

Yi Dao's face changed, he glanced at Old Diao and asked with a smile: "This eldest brother, what about Mr. Gao?"

"President Gao won't be here today." Old Diao smiled slightly and took out his pipe. The fat man hurriedly lit his eyes, took a deep breath and patted his stomach: "President Gao has something to do with him. Body, send me, hello."

He said, holding a pipe in one hand and stretching out the other: "You are a young man, just call my brother."

...

It was a little dizzy with a stab, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold it: "Brother..." For no apparent reason, the dignified man helped Biao's close and die-hard brother, who was a bit shorter than the old man.

Which **** is this from? He squeezed his eyes with a knife, and was really blindfolded.

"If you feel that you are not accustomed to shouting, you should call me Hanging Brother, go, and see Brother Biao." With this hand, the old Hanger held his hand in less than a second and then released it, pulling his suit back. He put one hand in his trouser pocket, lifted his leg with a pipe in his mouth, and walked in.

It was said that reporter Gao came, and the boss asked me to come to the elevator entrance to be polite. Who is this person? While thinking about it, he followed Lao Diao and looked at the left and right. This dress is noble, should he be a high-ranking friend of reporter Gao? I heard that it's here to talk about cooperation, yes, let Brother Biao go to talk about it.

In response, he immediately went to check his identity, thought to himself, smiled, and led the way.