diskusbooks Chapter 1347 You two country bumpkins, don't even tell me I know you, it's too embarrassin
Chapter 1347 You two country bumpkins, don't even tell me I know you, it's too embarrassin
It was the early 1960s, and there were no taxis in Haojiang. However, the Ho family joined forces with two other wealthy families to establish two car companies, one for rickshaws and the other for horse-drawn carriages.
Da Bao also admired Sir Ho's vision. Indeed, food, clothing, housing, and transportation are always the most profitable things in Macau.
His villa was some distance from the Yongle Palace. Da Bao had never ridden in a rickshaw before, so he waved down a few. He and Ye Han rode in one. As soon as they got in...
Suddenly, several Japanese samurai and ronin staggered out of the tavern next door. They were drunk and stood in the middle of the street, shouting loudly.
"Baka yarou! Are there any pretty girls? Hurry, hurry, are there any rickshaws? Take us to find pretty girls."
Da Bao coldly stared at the several ronin blocking the road, his fingers twitching slightly.
Xiao Dao appeared before the group of ronin as swiftly as lightning and spoke in a low voice.
"Get out of my way, don't block my master's path."
The ronin had drunk their fill, and the Hao River was now theirs. Who would they be afraid of?
The leader of the ronin pointed at his dagger with his finger.
"You bastard, you sick man of East Asia, get out of my way right now, or I'll chop you in half with one knife."
Da Bao said coldly from inside the car.
“Sever their tendons and ligaments, strip them of their clothes, hang them in the square for public display, and notify the police. Anyone who dares to put them down without orders can be shot dead on the spot.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiao Dao flipped his hand, and a gleaming short sword appeared in his grasp. He then kicked the ronin in the groin, causing the man to scream in pain and clutch his groin.
The dagger circled around him like lightning, and the ronin could no longer stand. He fell to his knees with a thud, and two red lines appeared on his ankles, followed by blood seeping out.
Just as he was about to draw his sword, the dagger grabbed his hand, and the short sword slashed across his two wrists. The ronin screamed and fell to the ground like a piece of wood. His whole body convulsed in pain, but he couldn't move his hands and feet.
The other three ronin shuddered in fright, a cold sweat instantly breaking out all over their bodies. They sobered up completely, and two of them went to help their fallen companion.
Another man reached out and drew a long sword, held it with both hands, roared, and slashed at the small sword. The small sword did not dodge the long sword, but crashed into the ronin's arms.
He brandished his short sword twice, then bent low and circled the ronin once.
The ronin could no longer hold his long sword; blood streamed from his wrists. Then, like the previous one, he crashed heavily to the ground, his arms and legs outstretched, revealing that all his tendons had been severed.
The other two ronin didn't help their companion. Instead, they gripped the hilts of their swords, forming a triangular stance, staring intently at the dagger, ready to use their sword-drawing technique to cut it in two at any moment.
Suddenly, a dark figure pounced. Before the two ronin could react, their shaved heads were grabbed and they were slammed together with a loud crack as their skulls shattered.
The dark figure laughed loudly; it was Lian Hu. As soon as Lian Hu let go, the two ronin collapsed like a pile of mud.
Da Bao acted as if he hadn't seen anything and smiled at the rickshaw driver.
"Master, let's go."
Rickshaw driver, this is so satisfying! These past few days, there have been a lot of Japanese ronin on the streets for no apparent reason. These people not only don't pay for rides and meals, but if you ask them for money, you'll get beaten up.
This is great! Finally, someone is in charge of dealing with them. The rickshaw pullers even feel their steps are much lighter now.
Xiao Dao stayed behind to handle the aftermath. He was the owner of the Fengjing Hotel. When the police arrived after receiving the report, they were so eager to lick his shoes.
Xiao Dao repeated Da Bao's words, and the police officer nodded repeatedly. In front of Xiao Dao, they stripped the four dead and injured ronin naked, leaving only a loincloth, and hung it on a wooden post in the square.
Leaving aside the two who died, the two whose tendons in their hands and feet were severed had no way to stop the bleeding. Blood dripped onto the ground, and in less than twenty minutes, both of them were unconscious.
Meanwhile, Da Bao and his group had arrived at Yongle Palace. Yongle Palace was only one mile away from Jinsha International. Standing here, they could see over there, which was the effect Da Bao wanted.
The Yongle Palace is thirteen stories high. The first floor is a banquet hall, the second floor is a restaurant with private rooms, and the third floor is a gambling hall with more than 120 gambling tables, which can accommodate thousands of gamblers.
The fourth floor houses twelve luxurious gambling rooms, named after the twelve earthly branches. Among them, the four rooms named Zi, Yin, Wu, and Shen are the most prestigious, and one cannot enter these four rooms without tens of millions of dollars in assets.
As for why they are named after Zi, Yin, Wu, and Shen, it was calculated by the most famous Feng Shui master in Hong Kong. These four halls are in the most auspicious locations and can bring in a lot of money every day.
The Yongle Palace and Sands International are opening tomorrow. Today, many people are busy on the first floor, decorating with lanterns and colorful streamers. The dragon pillars are all covered with red cloth, which will be unveiled tomorrow.
Da Bao, Ye Hanhexin, Zhuyouzai, and others walked into the hall chatting and laughing. Da Bao had drawn the architectural sketches of Yongle Palace and Sands International. With his sketching skills, he was fully capable of drawing the complete picture of these two casinos in later generations.
Now it seems that this is indeed the case. The Yongle Palace was magnificent and resplendent. The twelve chandeliers in the main hall alone were shipped from Europe, and the transportation cost was more expensive than the chandeliers themselves.
The casino manager didn't recognize anyone except Ye Han and He Xin. Knowing they were his two bosses, he quickly stepped forward, bowing and scraping to greet them. He Xin patted him on the shoulder, telling him to go about his business and just look around.
The person in charge met with He Xin and Ye Han. He treated the young man in the middle with utmost respect, and the person in charge couldn't help but speculate. Suddenly, a legend came to mind that greatly surprised him.
He quickly turned to look at the young man, knowing that this must be the boss's boss, the legendary Young Master Qin.
The person in charge quickly urged everyone to get busy, making sure the boss's boss didn't see him slacking off.
Piggy and Crippled Hao were dumbfounded. They stretched out their arms and wandered around the hall like children.
Da Bao couldn't help but go over and kick them both, laughing and cursing.
"Don't look like a country bumpkin, okay? Don't forget, you also have gambling tables here, so you're the bosses too."
Piggy and Limpy Ho then remembered that they each had ten gambling tables at Sands International and Yongle Palace. Limpy Ho beamed with joy. He had come from working as a bouncer at casinos. Although he couldn't be called a gambling addict, he did enjoy gambling.
"Tomorrow I'm going to personally oversee a gambling table and I'm determined to dominate the game."
Da Bao pointed at him and shook his head.
"Do as you please, but just don't tell anyone I know you, I can't bear the embarrassment."
Everyone laughed.
Da Bao reached out and beckoned Rose over.
"We've reserved five gambling tables here and at Sands International, one for you and the other for the Chaozhou gang, for a year. But I have one condition: you must go to the refugee camp and select twenty skilled and loyal men for me."
I want them stationed at Yongle and Jinsha respectively, with the same salary and benefits as the managers. Is there a problem?
Rose is of Vietnamese-Chinese descent, and what she cares about most is the survival of her fellow countrymen in the refugee camp. Now, when she hears that Da Bao is going to give twenty of them jobs, she is overjoyed and thanks him repeatedly...