After lunch, Zhuge Liuyun counted the current number of members of the Lung Hing Society in France. Fifty brothers brought from China, plus Zhuge Liuyun, Lin Yu, Jing Long, and Jiang Cheng made a total of 54 people. On the French side, Johansson, his 16 men and Jeet Kune Do apprentices, plus Batiste and six of his men, and finally the 13 French youths who joined the Lung Hing Society by Jabbarton made a total of 90 people.
After the number of people was calculated, the first thing to do was to give out rewards to those who had just joined the Lung Hing Society today and had yet to receive their rewards. Then, the people who were injured today were given subsidies. When everything was done, they began to discuss the next action.
With Batiste's and Jabadon's territories, the Dragonrise Association should study how to completely take over these two places, especially Jabadon's street. Its monthly income could reach 200,000 euros, or 2.4 million euros a year, which was equivalent to about 18 million RMB. It was not a small amount of income, and even large gangs like the Martin Gang and the Red Gloves might be a little interested in it. It was just that Jabadon's news had been very secretive, and no one else knew that there was such a rich source of income here.
Therefore, this territory must be taken over as soon as possible and settled down. After some discussion, Jiang Cheng decided to hand over this territory to Jabbarton's original men, and the brothers from China will help.
After these incidents, Jiang Cheng urged his brothers to learn English even more. This was something that couldn't be helped. In Europe, if one didn't understand the European language, it would be extremely inconvenient to do things. The reason why he asked his brothers to learn English instead of French was because the Dragonrise Association's target was the entire Europe, not just France.
In fact, in daily life, although the French can understand English, they don't like to communicate with others in English. It's entirely because France has some special historical roots. But for the underworld like Jiang Cheng, they don't mind it too much. It's fine as long as they can communicate with others.
In the blink of an eye, it was night. Many street girls in Jabbarton's territory came out to work. Jiang Cheng and the others were also ready to go out and take over the land.
Jiang Cheng brought more than 20 of his brothers to a remote street in the east. This place was different from the red-light district. It was not as dazzling as the neon lights. Even the street lamps were few and far between. There were only a few gentle and graceful lamps that flickered with a faint light. There were also some overturned trash cans around, making the alley look dirty and dilapidated.
But even in such an environment, there were often some women dressed flirtatiously walking around, seducing the men who passed by. Although this small street was remote and quiet, there was a lot of human traffic. From time to time, there would be a man and a woman negotiating a price, smiling as they walked into a small hotel on the side.
"Cheng Ge, according to them, there are about 90 prostitutes on this street. That handsome woman will pay about 2,000 euros a month. The prostitutes here are different from the ones in the red light district. They are all undocumented French vagrants, and most of them are drug addicts. After they buy drugs, they will sell them to the customers. The reason why Jabbarton can get 200,000 euros a month is about half of it from selling drugs …" As Johnson walked, he explained to Jiang Cheng next to him.
Jiang Shan nodded. This was exactly what he thought. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his brothers re-register the prostitutes' numbers.
After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng said, "Buying and selling drugs is indeed an important channel for gangs to make money. In France, selling a lot of drugs is legal. We can also find a channel to import them."
Johnson nodded again and again, "Yes, Cheng Ge. If the Lung Hing Society doesn't do this kind of business, there will naturally be others who do it. I have inquired about it before. Others said that this is Jabbarton's own channel. They don't know anything about it. They only know that Jabbarton sells drugs to a black man."
"Black man?" Jiang Cheng frowned. He couldn't help but think of Martin Gang Rice that day.
Frankly speaking, Jiang Cheng didn't have a good impression of black people. He just thought that black people had low IQ and were impulsive. For example, when he saw a black man on the roadside, he couldn't help but think that the other party would suddenly kick him. Just like an animal, his emotions were easily out of control.
"Yes, in fact, half of the prostitutes on this street are black. They are all smuggled into France. They can't find any jobs, so they do this kind of thing here." Johnson nodded and agreed.
Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a lot of black girls. They were dressed in revealing and sexy clothes. Their bodies were particularly hot, with a pair of slender legs. It seemed that these black girls were particularly popular. Many French men took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
(It seems that this is indeed the case. Jabbarton does have some connections with black people. I just don't know if he is familiar with the Martin Gang.) Jiang Cheng was a little worried.
Since Jabbarton was driven away by him, and he couldn't eat this lucrative territory, he may find someone to make trouble for him. If he is closer to the Martin Gang, he may even ask the black people to act on his behalf.
"Johnson, let's go. I'll leave this place to the brothers. Take me to West Street. I want to take a look at the gambling place occupied by black people." Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and said to Johnson.
"Ah!?" Johnson looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, then said with some hesitation, "Cheng Ge, you plan to go to the black people's territory alone. This is not a good idea. After all, we just beat up Rice yesterday. Maybe they are looking for us."
"Hehehe …" Jiang Cheng chuckled. "I'm not going alone. You and I are enough. If there are too many people, it will attract attention. Since the Lung Hing Society wants to develop, I should figure out the biggest source of funds for the gangs in the 17th and 18th districts. Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look and understand."
Johnson thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, but the Martin Gang is not good at doing business. Their biggest source of funds is guns and drugs, as well as the protection money from those shops. The transactions of drugs and guns are generally done in secret. We can't see it even if we want to. However, the biggest and most valuable casino in the 17th district is the Beraldi Casino."
"Casino?" Jiang Cheng's eyes showed a trace of surprise.
"Yes!" Johnson nodded. "Actually, the Martin Gang opened a casino in the beginning, but gradually, no one went there. The black people are greedy and violent. They won't let the guests leave after they win, or if they speak impulsively, they will be beaten up by the black people. Those with status and money are even more reluctant to go there."
After a pause, Johnson said, "I estimate that the casino alone can provide Beraldi with nearly 10 million euros every year."
Jiang Cheng was secretly speechless. It seemed that this casino alone had already taken up about half of the Beraldi Gang's income. It was really a good place with good feng shui.
"So, Cheng Ge, if you want to take a look, I think this big casino should be the place that is most worth understanding. Not only can it bring a lot of money to Beraldi, but Beraldi has also gotten hold of many high-ranking government officials through this casino. With their protection, he has been doing even better in recent years," Johnson continued.
The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up, and he looked down at the ground. After a long time, he said, "Johnson, have you ever been to that casino?"
Johnson looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, but then he shook his head and said, "Cheng Ge, you must be joking. If you want to enter, you must have a deposit of 50,000 euros. With my little belongings, it's not enough to go in and play. If I go in with the money I have, it might be gone after two rounds."
"Then I'll take you in to gamble once." Jiang Cheng smiled slightly.
Jiang Cheng walked in front and waved to the back, asking Johnson to hurry up. Then, he strode toward the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall.
After arriving at the Jeet Kune Dojo, Jiang Cheng immediately went upstairs and put the small suitcase that he had just confiscated from Jabbarton on the table. He took out 100,000 euros from the 300,000 inside and put it in his pocket. Then, he quickly ran downstairs and walked to a place not far from Johnson. He gently tossed his hand into the air, and a thick stack of banknotes flew towards him.
"Keep it safe, this is your admission ticket."
Johnson caught it in surprise and found that it was a stack of banknotes with the largest denomination. Each banknote was 500 euros, and there were almost 50,000 euros here. He suddenly understood what Jiang Cheng was thinking. He wanted him to enter the big casino together.
"Let's go!" Jiang Cheng said with a faint smile as he walked in front.
Johansson ran after him.
After walking for 15 minutes, the two finally arrived at Beraldi's casino. This was a casino opened in the downtown area, in the most prosperous area of the 17th district. It was called the Money Glove. It looked very imposing from the outside. Obviously, this was not a place for poor people to play.
"Come, let's go in." Jiang Cheng said indifferently as he quickly walked through the entrance of the casino.
Johansson followed closely behind him.
As soon as he walked in, he saw a blonde girl dressed as a leopard girl sitting at the front desk of the casino. From time to time, she would smile at the customers and serve them patiently. Beside her stood two tall and mighty men, as well as a door that led to the back.
"Cheng Ge, that door is the entrance to the underground casino." Johnson said softly beside Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng nodded and went to the front desk of the casino with Johnson. He said softly to the leopard girl, "I want to enter the casino. Please help me exchange some chips."
"Yes sir, please wait a moment." The leopard girl smiled sweetly at Jiang Cheng and Johnson, and actually spoke to Jiang Cheng in very standard Mandarin.
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