The final participating teams that passed the open design award competition would be given a house and land in the designated community.
Through the design of these designers, the perfect integration with the supporting facilities of the Internet, finally created the prototype of a brand new high-tech modern community design.
Whoever's design was the most practical, spent the least amount of money and resources, and was the most beautiful would be the final winner of this open design award.
Was it willful? Was it novel? ...
Actually, it was just a gathering for the internet nouveau riches to share their business ideas and technological developments.
At the same time, he could also show off his social status. He was a typical otaku who had money to burn.
However, this award was very attractive to young designers. As tutors of Columbia University, they were very supportive of their students participating in this kind of competition.
Excited, Cong Nianwei formed a team with Rongzhi and several students from Columbia University. With the qualification certificate of the design studio that He Ming had prepared for them, they fought their way to Las Vegas, the final venue of the competition.
Las Vegas was a paradise for showing off their wealth, as well as a holy land for spending money. How could it compare to Las Vegas?
It was the only oasis city in the desert with a water source, so the surrounding towns, which had survived through tourism and gambling, were full of vitality.
That was why the boring group of people had found a small town that fit their plan. Chris had the opportunity to hold a grand magic show in front of all the Americans who had come to visit Las Vegas.
The end of October was the most suitable season for Las Vegas, which had an inland desert climate. Tourists from all over the world would be able to enjoy an extraordinary holiday like this.
Casino City, which started as a small workshop casino, became a global urban industry under the patronage of the Western cowboys.
Tycoons who saw business opportunities rushed over from all over the world to get a piece of the pie. Those tycoons from Japan, Arab princes, and Hollywood stars all came here to invest in the gambling industry.
Tourism and entertainment in the surrounding area had been promoted.
Due to the special nature of the industry, Las Vegas had become a real city that never sleeps.
Qin Guan was amazed by the performance notice Chris handed him.
This was a large theater in the center of Las Vegas that could accommodate thousands of people, the Blue Man Theater. It had the most luxurious lighting and sound equipment. Perhaps only a show like this could satisfy Chris' requirements.
As a professional model, since he had accepted the employer's job, he naturally had to fulfill his responsibilities.
Qin Guan followed Chris to the venue and waited for the staff to lead him to the rehearsal.
Standing on the stage, he watched the staff busy themselves. Even Cong Nianwei, who was surveying the surrounding towns, had finished her work. No one had come to help him. Weren't they afraid that he would screw it up tomorrow?
Curious, Qin Guan walked up to Chris, who was dressed like a zombie. "What do you need me to do? Dress rehearsal? Rehearsal? Everything is fine. "
Chris gave him the strangest look. "There's no need. Just come an hour earlier tomorrow night."
"Isn't it a performance of floating in the air? I have no clue at all. "
"It's okay. I'll be in charge of the performance. You'll be in charge of floating."
You're a professional. Don't blame me if you screw it up.
Qin Guan left the Blue Man Theater in a daze and headed for his hotel, the New York Grand Hotel. He loved the city so much that even the name of his hotel was similar to that of New York.
It was still early, but the wind in the city was getting drier. On the way to the hotel, Qin Guan was itching to go to the hotel.
If he didn't gamble in Las Vegas, he would feel sorry for the coins in his pocket.
Influenced by the excited tourists, Qin Guan, who was supposed to go to his room, took a small turn and followed the crowd to the luxurious casino next to the hotel.
Slots, an arrogant casino named after slot machines, was Qin Guan's first choice.
First of all, it was the first time for Qin Guan, a well-behaved boy to go to a casino.
However, for the group of boys who had been cheating to win meal tickets ever since they entered school, as long as they were familiar with the rules here, they would be able to pick up the tricks very quickly.
Qin Guan, who was entering a casino for the first time, was a bystander.
There were only a few types of games in the casino. The most common and time-killing game was the slot machine, the most interesting one was the roulette, and the games that required brains and skills were blackjack, poker, and other card games.
Thanks to the Asians, Qin Guan saw a mahjong table in the innermost part of the casino.
Like a miser though, Qin Guan chose to stand beside the slot machines. He didn't feel bored at all. Instead, he watched the others play with great interest.
Most of the hotel guests here came for the Las Vegas Casino, and the slot machines that only cost one cent to play were the first choice of those men with bronchitis.
After watching four or five gamblers working in front of the machines, Qin Guan had an idea of what was going on.
The return rate of this kind of slot machine should be adjustable, and the casino here was not too bad, adjusting the return rate to about 90%.
That is to say, if you spend one dollar on a slot machine that costs one cent to spin 100 times, you will probably have 90 cents left.
Of course, the lucky ones who won a few million in one go were not included in this list.
As an invisible tycoon, Qin Guan had to play a big game to be worthy of his identity.
So he decided to start with a twenty cent one first!
He would buy 20 lines.
Qin Guan threw a line into the machine. It would be enough for him to play for a long time.
He sat down excitedly and pulled the start button. The American man looked at Qin Guan with disdain. He didn't even take a professional plate with him.
With one look, one could tell that he was a poor lad with no private stash of money. In just a short while, he was going to lose everything and leave.
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