Chapter 163: Las Vegas (1)

The helicopter landed on the top floor platform of the Heavenly Palace, and when Beelzebub jumped down, he was surprised to find that the ground was spotless, and he glanced at the billowing sand that stood like a wall just a few hundred feet away from the building, and flicked his tongue in his heart. Sasha. Hopkins followed his father closely, the Hopkins seemed to have recovered, their movements sharp, their eyes bright, and two men in three-piece suits waiting for them outside the helicopter landing circle, Beelzebub had seen them for the first time, and Sasha should have been, but they acted like they had been friends with the boys for more than a decade - but they weren't so enthusiastic as to annoy the boys, or be so careless as to arouse undue vigilance— Beelzebub reckoned that they should be the deputy of the casino owner, such people have a beautiful and upright face, eloquent, intelligent and well-behaved, good at greeting, not stingy, under the instruction of the casino owner, they can give a mortal king or God a good life - free VIP cabins or private jets, yacht transfers, free presidential suites, free food and wine, free topless shows, free glamorous girls, one two, three four, any few... … Of course, the premise is that you have this value, for example, you have power, or an unavoidable part of a powerful person, a son, a daughter, a nephew, or something, or you have money. They will always get it back from you when they spend on you, even if you're only willing to use 5 yuan in black chips at first...... Eventually, you'll find yourself unwittingly throwing stacks of milky gold-rimmed chips, the kind of chips that Wu Baiyuan owns.

For some worthy customers, every year on major holidays and your birthday, they will also send greeting cards and a small gift, which are collected by the deputies from all over the world, vases made of pearls, mattresses made of golden monkey skin. Gilded sterling silver ship models, Mediterranean heather pipes, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, the only thing the same is that they all have a red chip or two stuffed inside, which is worth a hundred dollars – would you make Las Vegas one of your vacation spots when you pinch them? Even if you know it's going to be more expensive than anywhere else? No, you refuse the temptation, you decide you don't want to go anywhere, but you can't throw away those chips either. This is money, and in the hearts of superstitious people, it is money that brings good luck. So you put it in your pocket, and one morning, after signing a contract that would earn tens of thousands of dollars, you wake up satisfied in the center of a hotel in a foreign country, full of energy, and find that you are only an hour or two flight from Las Vegas. How many people can't help but come up with the idea of "try your luck"?

Chegalle. Of course, there is no shortage of casinos in the huge kingdom of Bisandy, which can make up to one-fifth of the total revenue, second only to drugs, but to his regret, these casinos have never been able to achieve scale - he also thought about getting a hand in Las Vegas, and he had a chance. When this place was still a barren land, but it was more than a hundred years ago, and no one had the vision to know that it would become a cornucopia. By the time the Bissandi saw it, it had been completely overrun by local gangsters, who had casinos, hotels, luxury malls, and mansions and hospitals. There are golf courses and water playgrounds, but the only recreational facilities that can stand here are gambling. The owner of the casino never wanted the attention of his guests to be taken away by some other shitty thing - neither did the prostitute, prostitution was illegal here, but the topless performers, the singing, the magic and the water ballet, and the unusually scantily scantily scantily dressed young women who sat at the blackjack table as "fake gamblers", gamblers could take them to their rooms at will, they did not charge money, but they were equipped with beds, carpets, new underwear, wine, snacks, Condoms and shower rooms cost $200 per room.

Some fathers will bring their children (mostly sons) here when they are nearing adulthood and teach them how to gamble and play with women, as they teach them to drink and smoke, and they think it is much better to be exposed to them under their father's supervision than to try them privately with curiosity and impulsiveness.

So Hopkins' arrival did not attract too much attention, and the three of them were arranged in an aristocratic family-style suite, which had two rooms, well-equipped and luxuriously furnished.

"Everything is brand new," said the deputy who led them through the door respectfully, "Please rest assured." ”

"Please speak to Sean on my behalf. Mr. Battier thanked him. "Anthony. Hopkins politely said, "By the way, I will visit him, and my son, before dinner...... and his friend, Beelzebub. Bisandi. ”

The deputy's bright green eyes lingered on the chocolate-colored boy for a moment: "Yes, sir." He bowed slightly, "Please get some rest." ”

Beelzebub didn't seem to hear what Hopkins had just said, and he walked up and down the carpet that lay in the center of the living room, a bold golden yellow and bright like a desert in the sun, and he walked up and down with curiosity as he watched the surface of his feet be drowned in long fluff.

Sasha leaned against the balcony railing. Underneath the balcony was a sparkling pool from which he could jump directly into the pool if he wanted to, it was noon and some of the guests who had been gambling all night had just gotten up, and there were very few of them.

Two pretty good puppy, this trick in Anthony. Hopkins didn't have the slightest effect in front of him, but he didn't hide what they meant. Sasha. Hopkins he never hidden, and Beelzebub, he was both Chegalle. The son of Bissandi and Sasha. Hopkins's friend, both of these identities are destined for him to know part of the story.

"The first time I came to Las Vegas was twenty-five years ago," said Anthony Murphy. Hopkins gestured with a look, and Sasha immediately ran to the bar and poured him a glass of iced soda with lemon juice, "You need to have some too," said Big Hopkins, "you need to have an appetite, it's lunchtime in half an hour, the frozen crab legs and Chinese dim sum from Paradise Palace are worth savoring, I promise you'll love them – and I fell in love with them for the first time – and the gamblers of twenty-five years ago didn't have it." That night, I won seventy-five thousand dollars on Blackjack (blackjack) in the company of sandwiches and beer," Beelzebub and Sasha quickly mentally calculated and compared the currency rate between twenty-five years ago and now—no doubt it was a lot of money: "Not in Paradise Palace, which didn't exist at that time, and Sean. Battier was my dealer, and he later told me that he had been caught by the owner of the casino that night, and he had been beaten up, and he had been ordered to keep me, and he had to keep me for seventy-five thousand dollars, or he would have to go to the desert with cacti as his companion, and the gangsters did that then, and maybe they do it now, and it's very convenient, and it's all loose sand here, and whatever you did last night, the sand will cover up all traces in a few hours. Hopkins smiled, revealing his row of tiny white teeth: "At dinner, he took me to taste roast beef and scrambled eggs, and after the dinner we watched the show, and at that time there were only cancans and some unconventional things, and I remember a girl with six bears, and she gave them candy cubes, and ordered them to circle around her, and kissed one of them; He knocked on my door at one o'clock in the morning, brought me the girl who kissed the bear, and champagne, and the next day he brought me a hearty breakfast, and he suggested that I continue, because I was the most lucky and clever player he had ever seen, and I thought he was right," Hopkins smiled slyly, and the little wrinkles in the corners of his eyes came together cutely: "I continued to gamble for three more days, I won and lost, but in the end the chips in my hand could be exchanged for 300,000 yuan, and I said goodbye to him, poor Sean, he was so frightened that his face was pale, He stammered and told me that if I did walk out of Las Vegas today with the money in exchange for those chips, we would be one of the nameless corpses outside the city tomorrow - the rules weren't as strict then, and I had to die, as a derelict dealer. ”

Speaking of which, Hopkins paused deliberately. Ignoring the strange expressions on the faces of the two boys—they were probably scratching their hearts.

He bit down on a piece of ice, melted it, and swallowed slowly before continuing, "Sean. Battier begged me to lose the money, and he promised me that I would keep five thousand dollars, which was a lot of money, but I told him that it was impossible, because I needed it to pay for my tuition and living expenses for the next five, six, or more, and God, medical school tuition was already prohibitively expensive at that time—though there were some of them who shone like jewels, who were truly learned, insightful, strong-willed, and fresh-minded, but as far as I could see, Most of the teachers are like earthworms buried under the ground – they are stubborn, conservative, stupid and unaware, but their courses also require a lot of money to support, and I have a lot of books to read in addition to the necessary ones, a lot of knowledge, just like plants need water, and my time is not wasted on odd and occasional temporary work. ”

"I told Sean. Battier, I have the best of both worlds, I continue to gamble, but instead of losing my own money, I help him win other gamblers' money. Dr. Hopkins raised his glass: "He was a man of courage and charisma, and an old gambler accepted his request and asked the casino owner for $100,000 as our gambling money, and I stayed in Las Vegas for another week to help Sean . Battier won $800,000. ”

"I haven't been to Las Vegas for a long time, and although Sean. Battier had become his deputy, and the owner of the casino had kept a room for me, but the second time I came to Las Vegas, it was seventeen years ago, and I was no longer a gambler, but a doctor, and my patient, Sean, who had become the owner of the Paradise Palace casino. Battier. ”

(To be continued)

This is July 22nd, and the three watches are complete!