The business school was not affected much, and Lu Ming attended the first class after the resumption of classes.
After class, Lu Ming even went to the financial department of Jintaixiang Bank in Mosuo Building and took a look around. He was relieved to see that the cleaning lady who often chatted with him was safe and sound.
The aunt said that her family was fine, after all, they were all from the Central Plains common people. Although some thugs took the opportunity to commit crimes in the Central Plains community, there were still very few exceptions.
After coming out of Mosuo Building, Lu Ming returned to the Red Rose Hotel.
Opposite the hotel, the sign of the Red Rose Nightclub was being taken down.
Red Rose Entertainment Company underwent changes. It was Hovers who insisted on doing so, and Lu Ming had no choice.
The Red Rose Nightclub was bombarded, and Hovers took the opportunity of renovation to simply close the nightclub. The luxurious palace-like nightclub was to be transformed into a luxurious Chinese restaurant.
It is also because most of the regular customers of the Western dancers in the nightclub are not in a good situation. I think in order to attract new customers in the future, the first class must be the Japanese and Montenegrins, the second class is other Central Asians, and Westerners are at the bottom. Some of them cannot accept it psychologically, and some are even tired of this kind of life, especially having to jump out of their comfort zone and adapt to the emergence of a large number of new dignitaries. Just thinking about it makes them physically and mentally exhausted.
Since boss Hovers gave them the opportunity to choose new jobs, most of them were willing to change careers.
Several of the prettiest and best-looking waiters and strippers were sent by Hovers to "1500" to work as maids.
1500 is the code name used within the Bureau of Secrets to refer to the new residence of the bureau chief.
On the day when the Red Rose Nightclub, which had been the number one nightclub in Shengjing for more than a decade, officially closed, in the Japanese Concession area, Japanese geishas with snow-white face makeup sang and danced, and the Ginza Club, a collaboration between the opium king James and Asaba Nagamasa, opened grandly.
Perhaps, this is a microcosm of the changing situation in Shengjing, as one era slowly comes to an end and another new era slowly arrives.
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The dining area on the second floor of the Red Rose Hotel is still deserted. Originally, the customers were mainly Westerners, but now most of them have gone to the Black Mountain Concession. Even those who have returned to their own communities are like frightened birds and will not go out to eat, drink and have fun, not to mention that most of them have suffered heavy losses and are more worried about their future livelihoods.
Therefore, the desolate singing style of the storytelling seems to be the best footnote here.
Lu Ming was walking around, and Hovers followed him with a worried look on his face.
Just got the news that his application for a gambling license was rejected by the Entertainment Management Committee of the new Municipal Council.
Shengjing had changed so much that his original gambling license could no longer be used and he had to apply for a new one.
The chairman of the new Municipal Council's Entertainment Management Committee is a Japanese named Kawashima Ken. He wanted to meet him, but couldn't even get a chance to see him.
In fact, among the more than a dozen committees of the new Municipal Council, only this committee is chaired by a Japanese, and this committee just happens to hold the life and death of Hovers in its hands.
Lu Ming paced back and forth, thinking, "This is not directed at you. It's to kill my prestige. Everyone knows that you and I are close."
Hovers nodded repeatedly: "So, I'm not in a hurry. Even if I open it now, there won't be many customers. If you take the initiative to call the Japanese, you will lose!"
"Hmm? Stop! Come here!" Lu Ming waved to a burly Western man who had hurried over and was about to leave when he saw him, "Hiro, come here, let me see you. Why are you so bruised and swollen?"
The burly man is the head of the security department of the Red Rose Hotel and the leader of a dozen gunmen under Hovers.
However, although the gunmen hired by Hovers were necessary for the deterrent effect of opening casinos and nightclubs, these gunmen also had close ties with gangs. Most of them were members of the Western gang "Jazz". However, the Jazz Gang has disappeared today.
Xi Luo walked over somewhat awkwardly and bowed slightly to Lu Ming, "Sir, I'm fine."
Lu Ming nodded and glanced at Hovers, "Maybe I was wrong not to accept half of your shares!"
Hovers' eyes lit up immediately. "The agreement is still there. Can I bring it to you for signature? Oh, should I call a lawyer?"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "Forget it." He added, "Actually the problem with your hotel nowadays is not whether you can get a new gambling license, but it..." He frowned and said, "What are they arguing about downstairs?" He walked to the red guardrail. The lobby was very high, with a huge and gorgeous chandelier that was probably two meters in diameter, which made the lobby look even more magnificent.
At this time, several men and women in kimonos were seen quarreling at the bar. One of the Japanese men even slapped the security guard who came to dissuade them.
Lu Ming glanced at Xi Luo and said, "Why are you running up here? How did you handle this kind of thing in the past? Call the police. If they don't listen to your advice, just calm them down for the time being!"
"Okay!" Shiro gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards the safety stairs.
Lu Ming looked at his back and said, "The wound on his face is not new. Old Huo, do you know what happened?"
Hovers hesitated for a moment and said, "Isn't Hiro a gambler? Recently, a small casino opened in the Japanese concession. It was opened by someone he knows. Yesterday, he went to gamble a few hands, but ended up arguing with the Japanese and was beaten up by the group. His old acquaintance also fell out with him. It seems that there is an organization called the Black Dragon Society over there, and his Japanese friend is a member of the Black Dragon Society. He treats him completely differently now."
Lu Ming nodded. "Yesterday when I came out of the business school, I saw truckloads of Japanese expatriates coming in. They even opened up some wasteland, right? What's the name of the land reclamation group? The Japanese people came very quickly!"
Hovers smiled apologetically, not knowing what his old friend meant and unable to respond.
"That wasteland was once an abandoned factory, right? It's in the suburbs, about three or four thousand acres, so it shouldn't be unowned land. Old Huo, do you know who owned that land before?"
Hovers smiled, "Then you asked the right person. I happen to know about that piece of land. I used to have a frequent visitor here, named Fury. He inherited it from his family. He was a gambler and wanted to mortgage the land to me, but I refused. It used to be a chemical factory. There was a fire and explosion more than ten years ago. There is no grass growing on that land. People say it is a poisonous land. Why would they want it?" He shook his head, "The Japanese really don't care. They just built a wooden house. I think they want to use it as a resettlement area for new immigrants?"
Lu Ming smiled: "I was afraid to ask a blind man for advice, but I didn't expect you to know so much. Where is the man called Fury?"
Hovers sighed, "I don't know about that. I haven't seen that guy since the Day of the Great Turmoil. In theory, he used to come here every day. His family went bankrupt, so he became a gambler. He gets crazy if he doesn't gamble for a day, so he probably remembers how terrible the reality is. But now, I haven't seen him for a long time..." There was a hint in his words that he was afraid that this guy was dead.
"Do you have a photo? If not, try to find an artist to draw a portrait that looks like him, and I'll look for him." Lu Ming pondered, and then said, "Also, can you help me find out from his close friends to see if he has any relatives."
Hovers nodded repeatedly.