"Sir, may I ask how many chips you need to exchange for? We start with 50,000 euros." The beautiful blonde leopard girl tidied up the information on the table, turned around and smiled sweetly at Jiang Cheng and Johansson. As she spoke, she even winked at them, which was very alluring.
"Fifty thousand euros it is then." Jiang Cheng replied with a faint smile as he placed 50,000 euros on the table. There was a thin stack of 100 pieces, and each piece was the largest denomination of 500 euros.
"Me too." Johansson followed and also placed the money on the table in front of the leopard girl.
"Then what kind of chips do you want to exchange for?" The leopard girl asked again.
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, "Let's exchange some of the chips below 10,000 yuan. The rest will be 500 euros worth of chips."
"Me too." Johansson nodded.
"Alright, please wait a moment." The leopard girl chuckled. She opened the drawer beside her and took out a few chips, handing them to Jiang Cheng and Johansson respectively.
"Gentlemen, these are your chips. Please enter from that entrance." The leopard girl stood up and gestured towards the entrance to the side. She chuckled and asked, "Also, do you need someone to accompany you? 1,000 euros per hour for each girl. "
"No need, thank you." Jiang Cheng shook his head and replied.
The leopard girl nodded lightly and said, "Alright, please enter from this side. There will be someone inside to entertain you." She waved her hand towards the passageway at the side and gestured for them to enter.
Jiang Cheng and Johansson picked up the chips from the table and walked towards the passageway at the side. As Jiang Cheng walked, he looked at the chips in his hand. They were all circular plastic engraved with patterns. The material was neither heavy nor light, the lines were clear, and it felt extremely tactile in his hand.
Among these chips, the 10,000 yuan chips were relatively large, and the rest were smaller. 50,000 euros were exchanged for a total of six types of chips: 10,000, 5,000, 2,000, 1,000, 500, and 200. It seemed that the lowest bet in the casino was 200 euros; 50,000 euros were exchanged for a total of 10,000, 5,000, 2,000, and 1,000 chips. There were five chips of 200, and the rest were all chips of 500 euros.
They were sorted according to the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, and blue. 10,000 yuan was a red chip, and so on. Just now, Jiang Cheng saw that above the 10,000 euro chips, there were also 50,000 and 100,000 yuan chips. Unfortunately, he couldn't afford them.
It was naturally inconvenient to hold so many chips in their hands, so the leopard girl just now gave them a chip plate. The chip plate, but each crotch could combine the same ten heavy chips together, making it very convenient to hold them in one hand. Jiang Cheng and Johansson combined the five hundred yuan worth of chips together and placed them in the inner pockets of their jackets, then walked into the casino.
Walking into the passageway, there were two tall French men with blond hair and suits waiting for them. The two of them looked at Jiang Cheng and Johansson with a friendly smile and greeted at the same time, "Hello, boss."
Before Johansson could say anything, Jiang Cheng smiled and threw the two 200 euro chips in his hand to each of them. This was equivalent to a tip of 1,500 yuan for the two of them.
Jiang Cheng knew that the more high-end the clubhouse, the more tips were given. If you appeared to be stingy, you would often be looked down upon and thought that you were just a poor country bumpkin. You would have a lot of shortcomings, and it would be incomparably difficult to ask them for help.
The two French security guards in suits each took the chips and became even more amiable. Although they usually received a lot of big bosses, tips were always welcomed. They quickly made a gesture of invitation and asked Johansson and Jiang Cheng to follow them. One of the security guards stayed where he was, and the other walked in front to lead the way.
Jiang Cheng and Johansson followed the bodyguard in front of them for a while and came to the door of a golden elevator. The bodyguard put his hand on the display on the side, and the display made a "ding dong" sound, indicating that the match was successful, and the elevator door opened. It seemed to be a fingerprint identification device.
The few of them walked into the elevator, and the elevator quickly moved down. After a few dozen seconds, the elevator door opened again, and the French security guard led Jiang Cheng and Johansson out of the elevator. They arrived at a dazzling and huge casino.
The casino was noisy, and the sound of all kinds of gambling equipment lingered in their ears. Men shouted angrily and laughed happily, and women moaned and screamed. These sounds were all intertwined together. In this huge space, there were dozens of tables placed in the center. All kinds of rich bosses and slender beauties sat at the tables, playing gambling games non-stop.
People came and went from table to table. Some were hesitating with their chips in hand, while others were seductively dressed bunny girls or bikini-clad beauties carrying plates with champagne or red wine on them. They were constantly shuttling back and forth to serve the customers.
It was a scene of bustling business!
Jiang Cheng looked at the scene in front of him and revealed a faint smile. Such a casino was definitely a big fat piece of meat. It was probably the most precious business of the Red Gloves.
"Bosses, there are game machines over there. You can use chips of 200, 500, and 1,000 yuan." The security guard beside him smiled and pointed to an inconspicuous corner. There were many slot machines or small ball machines and similar gambling equipment. However, the place was deserted, and not many people were playing.
"The center of the casino is the wheel and card games. There are tables ranging from 2,000 to 100,000 yuan," the security guard introduced again. Then, he said warmly, "It's your first time here, so you can take a look first. It's better for newbies to play wheel games. If you want to drink or eat anything, you can tell the little girls. They can also provide special services in the private rooms at the back. As for the rest, you can learn about it yourself. I'll be heading up first."
"Okay," Jiang Cheng said with a smile and a nod.
The security guard left Jiang Cheng and Johansson behind and took the elevator back to the top floor.
"Let's go, Johansson. We'll walk around nearby. I'll be fine by myself. You can go to the east side and see anything you want to play. Feel free to play," Jiang Cheng said with a smile. He strode forward and wandered around the casino.
Jiang Cheng's footsteps stopped around the casino, but he only stayed for a moment. Occasionally, when he saw something he wanted to play, he would throw down a few chips and play a few rounds. He didn't win much. After playing more than ten times, he only managed to win once. However, Jiang Cheng didn't seem to care about winning or losing. He frowned slightly as he carefully observed the situation at the gambling table.
Just like that, an hour passed. Jiang Cheng and Johansson met again. Johansson's face was filled with an awkward and bitter smile.
Jiang Cheng looked at him with a faint smile and asked, "What's wrong? Johansson, you don't look too happy! "
Johansson scratched his head and said with some embarrassment, "Cheng Ge, I only have 40,000 euros left of my 50,000 euros. These games are really damn. The chances of winning are too low."
Jiang Cheng chuckled. "That's because you don't play often. You're a complete novice. But how about it? Did you find out what I asked you to investigate?"
Johansson's expression turned serious as he nodded. "I spent more than 10,000 euros to tip a few casino girls. I got some information from them. I heard that several times in the past, the leader of Martin Luther's underlings brought people to cause trouble. In the end, in less than ten minutes, the Red Gloves arrived, and there were many of them. The least time, there were more than 100 of them. They completely blocked Martin Luther's men in the casino. They used shotguns to shoot at them, and many of them died."
"Oh? There's also such a story. How did Martin Luther's men get out in the end? "Jiang Cheng asked curiously with a smile of interest.
"Martin Luther's men didn't follow them in. They fought with the Red Gloves outside. In the end, both sides threw grenades at each other. It was so big that the police had to intervene. In the end, Martin Luther compensated Bellaire with three million euros before Bellaire agreed to let them go," Johansson said slowly.
Johansson then looked at Jiang Cheng with some worry. "Cheng Ge, with the strength of our Lung Hing Society in France, it's best not to have any ideas about this casino. The Red Gloves must have a lot of people lurking nearby. Once we make a move, they will arrive very quickly. And unlike Jabadon and the others, the Red Gloves have guns."
Guns were banned in France, but the gangs were legal. The two were a bit contradictory because once the gangs ran rampant, drugs and guns would spread, and drugs and guns were the best nourishment for the gangs. In France, only large gangs could get guns, and the number was extremely limited. The Red Gloves had a considerable number of guns. According to Jiang Cheng's understanding, they had nearly 100 guns.
On the other hand, Martin Luther's gang, which was also a large gang, had a lot fewer guns. They might only have a dozen guns, which were given to some important leaders for self-defense. The reason for this phenomenon was due to the economic strength of each gang, but it also depended on the channels. For example, the Arab gangs could get a lot of grenades or pistols. Many of the Red Gloves' guns were also bought from them.
Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded. "Of course I know that. Don't worry, I'm just here to understand the situation first. However, I've received some different news."
"What is it?" Johansson asked in surprise.
Jiang Cheng waved his hand and asked Johansson to come closer. He whispered in his ear, "If this casino is run by Bellaire alone, I estimate that he can get 20 million a year. However, I'm not sure how he will split the money."
"20 million! That much? "Johansson looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise." Cheng Ge, how did you know? "
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