A good time for carnival is also the best time for businessmen to make a lot of money.
At this moment, in F City, the most famous city in Italy, a nightly carnival is taking place in a huge casino called Shura Field.
This festival is not a nationally recognized statutory holiday, but a carnival specially set up for countless gamblers in this casino.
Tonight, as long as gamblers come to participate in gambling, they can buy full-price chips at half the price, which means that as long as they spend fifty yuan, they can exchange them for one hundred yuan in chips.
This is undoubtedly a huge discount for countless gamblers.
However, if you want to get this discount, you must also meet a prerequisite, that is, the first deposit must be over 500,000.
If you don't have enough 500,000 yuan, you don't deserve to enjoy such treatment. This is one of the reasons why this place is crazy tonight.
Regardless of whether they have money or not, they are all trying to collect half a million dollars, and then come to this place to squander it.
Some people have become rich overnight here, and some people have gone bankrupt here. Compensation and greed, laughter and joy, this huge casino is filled with drunkenness and wealth.
We can no longer use the word "prosperity" to describe it simply, because using the word "prosperity" alone to describe it is completely insufficient to support the atmosphere of this huge casino.
If I had to find a word that fits this casino, it would be Shanda!
This is a grand, yet dirty and greedy carnival!
As long as a gambler enters this casino, it won't take long for his mentality to be affected by the people around him, and then he will enter a state of repeatedly losing more and more, and the more he bets, the more he will lose.
There are also some people who are cheating and try every means to fool others. Once they are discovered, they are taken out and beaten to death with sticks.
Some people even flirt with girls directly in the casino. When they see a good-looking girl, they put their hands under her skirt to wipe the oil.
Of course, the women here have long been accustomed to such an atmosphere. They are all dressed up exquisitely and beautifully, and they are either flattering or dismissive of the men who flock to them.
And their attitude completely depends on the chips on the table of those men.
Everything here is clearly priced.
Whether it was a bottle of water, a pack of cigarettes, or a tip from a waiter, it was all clearly written on a piece of paper and then taped to their chests.
If you want to use them, you must give them corresponding rewards.
What no one knows is that the women or waiters here are all hired by the casino owner. As long as these employees are paid, half of them go to the casino owner.
At the end of the whole night, no one could imagine how much money the owner of this casino could make.
Because that is an amount that no one else can think of.
The owner of this casino is also a figure that no one else would have imagined.
There are rumors. The owner of this casino is so powerful that it is unimaginable. It is even exaggerated that one-third of the entire Italy belongs to him, a wealthy businessman.
Some people also say that he is a very smart businessman who will do anything for profit.
In his hands, God knows how many casinos like Shura Field there are, and God knows what kind of strength this businessman has.
What they didn't know was that at this moment, the boss was standing on the splendid seventh floor of the casino, looking at everything under his feet with a look of depth in his eyes that ordinary people couldn't see through.
"Master, we should be able to make a fortune tonight."
A tall man in a black suit said to an old man with a gray beard standing on the edge of the corridor.
The old man is also the owner of this casino, codenamed Shura's Father. As for his real name, no one knows.
However, the father of Shura looked quite old. Both his hair and beard were gray, and even his skin was wrinkled, showing his old age.
But there was no sense of maturity in his eyes at all. Instead, there was always a kind of wisdom and shrewdness in his eyes.
Hearing the voice of the waiter next to him, the old man finally had some reaction. He snorted coldly, his tone full of indifference, "It's just an annual practice, no need to make a fuss."
"Yes." The tall man nodded.
Then the old man looked at the huge casino and asked coldly, "Is he here?"
"What do you mean?" the tall man asked puzzledly.
Hearing this, the old man glanced at him indifferently, with a cold light in his eyes. The tall man realized in an instant and nodded quickly, "Master, the time we agreed with him is 9:30 in the evening. He should have arrived."
The old man was relieved.
Then he turned around with his crutch, "Go and have a look."
"Yes." The tall man followed him and left.
Then the two of them got on the elevator together, and the tall man pressed the button for the sixteenth floor.
After a while, the elevators opened, and the tall man led the way again.
Then he took the old man into a very high-end room.
Walking to the door of a very high-end-looking room, the tall man opened the door respectfully, then bent down to the old man and said, "Master, please."
The old man walked in step by step with a cane.
The tall man also stopped at the door at this time, and the group of bodyguards following the old man also stopped at the door.
Just look up slightly and you can see a sign hanging on the top of this high-end door, which reads in fluent Italian: Conference Room.
Conference room, a confidential location in the casino.
At this time, the old man had already walked into the room, and a group of people were already sitting in the room.
This group of people are typical Italians, but they also include some ethnic groups from other countries. They all look serious, as if they have been waiting for a long time.
The moment they saw the old man with a gray beard, they all stood up and bent forward in unison, "Hello, Chief."
Hearing the sound, the old man did not respond. With an indifferent expression on his old face, he just tapped the ground with his crutch twice, and then sat down again after a group of people were waiting.
Afterwards, the old man returned to his seat.
And just behind his seat, a wall made entirely of black jade was engraved with an exquisite logo.
In the middle of the logo are two Italian characters. Although the shape of the design is sloppy, it is still easy to see that these two characters read: Shura.
The scene returned to the old man's face again. His old and stern appearance could indeed remind people of the word Shura.
Then, with a look from the old man, their meeting finally began.