Chapter 22 (1/2)
”All right, boss.” Paul shrugs helplessly, who let him be boss!
As for what kind of booze the Hicks make, it's up to God. Paul just hope they don't screw it up.
”Take us to the casino.” He didn't want to go to the bar. He didn't have much interest in opera. Besides, the hot opera was in the evening. The only place to go was the casino.
As for standing at the seaside to blow the wind, Li Zitao has no leisure and elegant. His time is very precious now. It's better to practice boxing or shooting if he has that Kung Fu!
”Boss, these people are rich.” In the casino, watching a stack of beautiful knives being photographed on the table, the monk licked his mouth and swallowed his saliva, his eyes were almost red.
”Soon you will have more money than they add up.” Li Zitao said positively.
He took out $200 and let his men play in it for a while. Li Zitao felt a bit bored. Playing cards is definitely his natural killer.
”Boss, your luck is really...” Paul couldn't help laughing.
”Playing cards are terrible. At 21 o'clock, big turntable is the king. Mdzz ~ ~” Li Zitao swore in a low voice, saying something that people can't understand.
After losing all of his 100 dollars, Li Zitao stood up from the gambling table, and his followers, who were playing around, gathered together, some excited and some frustrated.
”How much did you win?” Seeing the monk's eyes shining, Li Zitao asked casually.
”50 dollars, hey...” The monk laughed excitedly. Just now the boss said that it was all for them to win money.
”Boss, it's capital.” The monk took out $20 and handed it over.
”Keep it yourself.” Thinking that he had lost $100 and the monk had won $50 with the principal of $20, Li was more disgusted with gambling.
”It's wrong to gamble. It's better to gamble less in the future.” Thinking of gambling, Li Zitao suddenly looked at Paul and asked, ”Paul, where is Las Vegas?”
“…… Boss, I don't know. ” Paul's a little awkward. Las Vegas? What the hell is that place?
”Well, it's OK.” Li Zitao suppressed the excitement in his heart, and some vague memories in his mind became clear.
If you remember correctly, Las Vegas's boom began in Luciano, a wasteland that had run out of mineral resources and was about to close down.
Although I don't know the exact time, Luciano hasn't become the godfather yet, and Paul has never heard of the name of Las Vegas, which proves that it is not now.
”Opportunity.” Li Zitao immediately seized the business opportunities and drew a circle in his heart for the name of Las Vegas. The red one must be highlighted.
Now, what he needs to do from the stock market crash is to wait for his black income to come.
As for the rest, he can only quietly press in the bottom of his heart, quietly tell himself, ”soon, happy life is coming.”
Waiting is a very worrying thing, especially in the case of knowing the future. Fortunately, Li Zitao's Salted Fish attribute is still there. He turns over and continues to lie dead.
Before the party started, Li met an interested person.
”Sir, Mr. malasano would like to invite you to a cup of coffee.” Said the man with a flat top hat, a slim suit and a dark grey coat.
”It's a pleasure.” Looking at the cafe nearby, a gentleman sitting there held up his coffee cup with a friendly smile.
”Li, from the mysterious oriental country, please have a seat.” Looking at Li, Malan Sano, with a warm smile on his face, rose to show courtesy.
”It's a great pleasure to meet you, maranoza.” Li Zitao sat down and took off his hat. The monk quietly took over and quietly sat back in his back.
”You have a group of loyal subordinates. Loyalty belongs to the inheritance of China?” Malasano seemed to be interested in him and looked at him with bright eyes.
”Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith.” Li Zitao said word by word in Chinese, then raised his hand to the approaching waiter and said with a smile, ”a glass of milk.”
He is not interested in coffee and wine. He must make a show at the party in the evening. Remember seeing it on the Internet in the past life, would you like to drink? Milk protects the gut??
”Last time nuki mentioned you, what did you hear about Luciano?” After the exchange of greetings, Malan Sano really mentioned the matter.
”Yes.” Holding up the milk cup on the table, Li Zitao looked down at the milk in the cup, and whispered to himself, ”a friend of mine happened to see that the killer who shot marseillaria had an encounter with Luciano.”
”Bichi, he did it.” Maransono clenched his fist and smashed it on the table.
”Isn't this a well-known thing? What did the New York Times say? Oh, he takes a long time to pee, ha ha... ” Looking at Malan Sano's performance with a sneer, Li Zitao really wants to pour milk on his face.To say that marcelia's death has nothing to do with him. Li Zitao doesn't believe it. These bastards really like acting.