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Chapter 270 I got off the bus, you got off the post!

"In private casinos with no entry barriers, for every 100 yuan of gambling money we make, the casino only takes three to five yuan from it."

"As for the VIP rooms on our gambling ships, most of them are contracted by agents from Hong Kong Island and Bay Island. They are responsible for introducing gamblers to the casinos and collect agency fees."

"The transcoding rate here fluctuates between 20% and 50%, and this is also a feature of our place. International practice is that VIP casino revenue accounts for % to % of the casino's total revenue, but our gambling boat can achieve %!"

By the fence on the second floor, Zhan Yongfei waved his arms, pointing at the casino below and gesticulating with Zheng Jirong and others with excitement.

Just a few dozen minutes ago, when Zheng Jirong got on the boat, he originally wanted to teach this kid a lesson, vent his anger on Qiu Jiejie, and help him place a bet.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Yongfei lowered his attitude as soon as he saw him. He not only apologized to Qiu Jie with a sincere expression, but also promised to compensate Qiu Jie and his disciples for all their losses.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. He was so sensible that Zheng Jirong couldn't bear to take action.

"Since the birth of your ship [Asia Star], Mr. Zheng, the passenger traffic on Ao Island has been reduced by half. Now the land casino industry has withered. Only boat gambling is the way out for the spinach industry!" Zhan Yongfei patted. Railing sighed towards them.

"Mr. Zhan does have some ability." Zheng Jirong glanced around the packed VIP hall and nodded secretly: "Logically speaking, [Asia Star]'s business will be most affected by your small gambling boat. I didn’t expect your business to be so prosperous.”

Zhan Yongfei smiled and explained: "Hahaha, Mr. Zheng doesn't know something. When your gambling boat just opened, I only had a few individual customers in the general hall, and the VIP room was empty for more than a month. , my hair is almost gone, but as I said before, I contracted several VIP rooms to intermediaries from various places at high prices. These people have complicated social relations and can attract me a lot of customers almost every night."

After listening to his words, Zheng Jirong nodded thoughtfully. This practice of outsourcing gambling halls was not uncommon in later generations. The ship [Oriental Princess] in the original time and space had several gambling halls on board. Contracted by brothers.

However, what they earn is not only the intermediary fees. Their ultimate goal is to launder large amounts of money from gambling halls. In the process, they can also make extra money by gambling on the table, borrowing money, and extracting money.

Using these simple methods to directly turn other people's gambling boats into their own money-making tools, these brothers are indeed very smart.

But such business methods are not suitable for use on [Asia Star]. Unlike Zhan Yongfei’s gambling boat, under normal circumstances [Asia Star] VIP room revenue only accounts for 30% of the total revenue, and the remaining 70% comes from civilians. Various services in the hall and on board.

This is the healthiest casino revenue model. If you do it like Zhan Yongfei, as soon as there is a problem in the VIP room, the gambling boat will directly fall into a situation where it cannot make ends meet, and the fault tolerance rate is too low.

And

Zheng Jirong bit his cigar and asked calmly: "As the saying goes, customers bully shops. These guys who contract the gambling hall have a large number of high-rollers, and they directly hold the economic lifeline of the gambling boat in their hands. What if one day you and them It’s time to break up.”

Zhan Yongfei's face froze after hearing this. He didn't expect Zhen Guanxi to be able to see the shortcomings of this contracting system so quickly.

In fact, the facts are just as he said. The Hong Kong gangs who contracted his gambling hall are no longer satisfied with the hundreds of thousands of intermediary fees. Not long ago, they came to Australia to renegotiate the contract with him. These bastards want every move they make. He only earns 10% of the money at the gambling table. If he really gives up this 10%, everyone on the ship will have to drink the northwest wind!

And he couldn't refuse directly. During the negotiation, these guys revealed that if he didn't give it, they would take the guests to other casinos, which made him very passive now.

If he were an ordinary businessman, he could send gunmen and thugs to intimidate and threaten him, but the guy who undertook his casino had thousands of subordinates, which he couldn't afford to offend at all.

Just when he was in trouble, Zhen Guanxi suddenly came.

"Congratulations, Mr. Zheng," Zhan Yongfei sighed and said, "As you said, although I am the person in charge of the casino now, the ones in charge have become a group of intermediaries who have high-rollers."

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "I hope Mr. Zheng can help me."

Zheng Jirong smiled and shook his head when he heard this. This guy really knew how to beat a snake with a stick. He was clearly here to cause trouble for him this time.

He turned his head and looked at Zhan Yongfei, who was lowering his head in front of him, expressionlessly, "My brother's family was ruined by you, and he spent ten years in jail. Now you want me to help you Ajie, what do you think?"

Qiu Jie glared at Zhan Yongfei hatefully, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I listen to Brother Rong."

Zheng Jirong suddenly burst into laughter. He patted Qiu Jie helplessly on the shoulder and said calmly: "The [World Charity Poker King Competition] will start in less than a month. Do you know this?"

Zhan Yongfei wiped the sweat from his face and nodded hurriedly: "I know! I heard that even Gao Jin and the others will participate this time."

"The host venue this time is Hong Kong Island, and the finals will be held on my gambling boat. Ajie has already signed up."

Although Zheng Jirong only said half of what he said, Zhan Yongfei instantly understood what he meant. After thinking for a while, he said seriously: "Okay! I will also participate this time! If I beat Qiu Jie, I hope Mr. Zheng can help me catch up." A bad visitor."

"Small problem." Zheng Jirong nodded slightly, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "If you lose, I want your ship and your life."

"What?!" Zhan Yongfei quickly refused: "This is not fair! I won't bet! I don't need your help!"

Zheng Jirong, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned cold. He said coldly: "Repent? Do you want to trick me?"

"No, no! It's just that your bet chips seem to be..." Zhan Yongfei hesitated to speak.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. If you don't participate, I will kill you tonight. I will spend some more money then, and your ship will still be mine."

After speaking, Zheng Jirong left the casino with Qiu Jie and others without waiting for his reply.

Looking at their arrogant backs, Zhan Yongfei clenched the railing in his hand with a gloomy expression. Brother Pao, who had been standing silently beside him before, shouted unhappily: "You're going to fool him! If it doesn't work, we'll just follow the police." They fought hard in Kansai! I'm going to take someone to kill him now!"

Snapped!

Zhan Yongfei slapped his hand fiercely, glared at Brother Pao and said fiercely: "Shut up! Fight? How to fight? What to fight with?!"

He then pointed at the men around him and cursed angrily: "When Zhen Guanxi was here just now, why didn't any of you dare to stand up?!"

"Look at you, from top to bottom, who is not taking drugs? What a fight! How can you fight?!"

"I'm fighting you with my life, not taking drugs!"

Brother Pao touched his swollen cheek and argued: "Drug abuse is a drug abuse, but our fight is still just as fierce." "You!!!"

Zhan Yongfei took a deep breath and said calmly: "This matter ends here, no one will mention it in the future, and"

He snorted coldly: "I know very well how much Qiu Jie is capable of. If we really compete in gambling skills, this guy will never be able to beat me! I will beat him openly this time, leaving Zhen Guanxi speechless!"

"And you too! Use your brain when doing things in the future! Don't just shout biang! If you want biang, talk to yourself first!"

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While Zhan Yongfei was scolding his younger brother, the dock outside the gambling boat was also very uneasy.

As soon as Zheng Jirong got into the car, more than a dozen police cars rushed out from the dark corner of the roadside and surrounded them tightly. Upon seeing this, Li Xiangdong stepped on the accelerator and was about to rush out, but he raised his hand to stop them.

"Don't worry, let's see what tricks these ghost guys want to play."

Tens of seconds later, a large group of SIRs wearing Portuguese and Macao government shield badges surrounded them tightly. Each of them had their gun buckles opened, staring at Zheng Jirong and others in the center as if facing a formidable enemy.

At this time, a ghost guy in white clothes walked up to the car and said in a deep voice: "I am Superintendent Santos from the Police Department. We now suspect that Mr. Zheng is related to a kidnapping and murder case. This is an arrest warrant. Please get out of the car now." !”

Zheng Jirong calmly glanced at the crooked foreign writing on the arrest warrant, shook his head and sneered: "What bullshit is written? I can't read."

"Mr. Zheng," Santos frowned and said seriously: "There was a small-scale gunfight in a villa in the new city this morning. More than a dozen corpses and a headless male corpse were found at the scene. We checked The roadside surveillance clearly captured your men entering the villa!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Li Xiangdong in the driver's seat, and said solemnly: "And the surveillance also captured a photo of you smoking a cigar in the car and waiting for them. Do you want to arrest him?!"

After he finished speaking, all the police officers around him drew their pistols and pointed their guns at Zheng Jirong and others.

"oooooo"

Zheng Jirong raised his hands, bit his cigar and smiled calmly: "Mr. Santos must have mistakenly admitted the wrong person. Why don't you call again and ask?"

He looked at the crowd watching outside the window, then looked at Santos and said: "You must have not reported to the leader on your attendance this time. I advise you to make a call first, otherwise"

"I got off the bus, you got off the post."

Santos' face turned dark when he heard this, and when he was about to open the car door and violently arrest him, there was a sudden commotion outside the crowd.

A man in a suit and leather tie led a group of ghost guys in. He pointed at Santos and shouted: "Stop! You have arrested the wrong person!"

He walked to the car, first greeted Zheng Jirong with a smile, then stared at Santos with a frosty face and shouted: "Who gave you the right to lead people to arrest Mr. Zheng?"

When Santos was about to retort, the man cursed again: "You violated the superintendent's regulations and abused your power. I can remove you from your position now!"

Then the ghost guy behind him stepped forward and pulled away the gloomy Santos, and also withdrew the surrounding police officers, leaving only a large group of citizens watching and eating melon.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, this is Santos."

"Hey, it's all a misunderstanding. I understand, but haven't you asked for advice yet?" Zheng Jirong stretched out his hand.

"I'm He An, currently the deputy director of the Police Department."

Zheng Jirong glanced at him in surprise. This He An looked about the same age as him. He didn't expect to have such a high status.

After the two exchanged a few words, He An took the people and left directly. Before leaving, he thanked Zheng Jirong twice for his contribution to the security of Ao Island.

It was obvious that He Xin, a bastard, had long angered the He family by secretly supporting society, and it seemed that they were looking for an opportunity to deal with him, but this had nothing to do with Zheng Jirong.

Just as he was about to tell Li Xiangdong to drive away, Zheng Jirong looked at the residents of Macao Island on the three floors outside and outside the window. His heart moved, he threw away his cigar, put on his gold-rimmed glasses, opened the car door and walked out.

Under the protection of his subordinates, he walked up to the citizens with a smile and said with a gentle smile:

"I'm sorry, fellow citizens, the fire at the city gate has affected the fish in the pond."

"In Lower Hong Kong Island, Zheng Jirong, because we happened to be at the scene when Beng Yaju's high-profile man died, we were mistaken by the police for the murderer."

"Speaking of which, I have delayed everyone's time, so I apologize to everyone here."

The onlookers immediately burst into excitement after hearing his words. On one side, they were surprised that the evil-doing Bengyaju was finally dead, and on the other side, they were surprised that the man in front of them turned out to be the famous Hong Kong Island tycoon.

"Mr. Zheng, was it you who solved Bengyaju?"

"Yes, Mr. Zheng, you have done so many good things in Hong Kong Island. Are you coming to Macao Island specifically to get rid of Bengyaju?"

"..."

Faced with everyone's doubts, Zheng Jirong did not answer. He shook his head and smiled before waving his hand and returning to the car.

(End of this chapter)