Third floor.

Zhao Chen found Qiao Shuai, frowned and said to him: "The situation in 2088 downstairs is a bit strange!"

"What's wrong?" Qiao Shuai asked with a frown.

"... Two people came at around 6 o'clock in the evening and wanted to fight Kawama, and then I formed a game for them. But until now, these two people played, and they beat four or five waves of customers away and won more than 300,000!" Zhao Chen explained softly: "Is there something wrong here? Even if this person has luck, he can't always win money? Those guests who called in were beaten out in less than an hour...!"

"Did you find that they are playing tricks?" Qiao Shuai asked again.

"I found out that I must have not found it. There is only a girl in the house who is responsible for pumping water and serving the bureau. We can't even get in. How did you find out?" Zhao Chen shook his head and replied, "But these two people must be in trouble, and they are 100% playing tricks."

Qiao Shuai was silent.

"How to deal with it?" Zhao Chen asked again.

"It's normal for two people to come in to take advantage of loopholes." Qiao Shuai replied calmly: "Just just started the casino, and you have no evidence that they are playing tricks, so... don't offend these monsters and monsters. Otherwise, they will call some accomplices over here, so how can we have so many people staring at them?"

"But if you just let them continue playing, the scene will not be turned yellow?" Zhao Chen frowned and responded.

"Are they leaving?" Qiao Shuai asked again.

“Not yet.”

"Then you do this, tell the private room waiter that the last round of cards will be exempted from the money for the two of them, but if they ask you to join the game again, they will definitely not be able to join them. So they said that no one is playing mahjong downstairs." Qiao Shuai whispered: "Give him enough face, and they themselves understand what's going on."

"What about the customers who lost money?" Zhao Chen responded urgently: "The people who always play money are not fools. They understand what's going on as soon as they go to the poker table, so they all left... Why don't you express that we have endless reputation?"

Qiao Shuai thought for a while: "Isn't there a bargaining chip with a deadline?"

"Yes." Zhao Chen nodded.

"How much do they lose, you can make up for it with the deadline chips."

"Is it a bit too much? Although this chip can only be used for a certain amount every day, it can be used as money after all, hundreds of thousands of dollars...!" Zhao Chen said a little embarrassedly: "I can't explain to Brother Song then!"

"You don't have to worry about it. I'll talk about it when he comes back." Qiao Shuai waved his hand and replied.

"Okay." Zhao Chen nodded.

After the two of them finished chatting, Qiao Shuai was about to walk to the right when Li Changliang trotted over: "It's urgent!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"3009, a kid played Paijiu, won 7 games in a row, winning more than one million... and ran away for the guests in that room." Li Changliang said gasping.

"What can I do if I win normally?" Qiao Shuai asked speechlessly.

"It's normal, he has geese, someday... I feel something is wrong." Li Changliang said firmly.

"My mom, what's wrong today? Why are all the private rooms going on?" Qiao Shuai asked in annoyedly: "Is the money-winner still there?"

"At." Li Changliang nodded.

"Go and go and have a look."

After saying that, the two of them walked towards 3009. But by the time they arrived, the person who had won the money had already exchanged chips and left.

...

That night.

In a hotel in Xiaomengla, a fat middle-aged man held a wine glass and said, "Brothers, I have worked hard to join the Burmese D with me this time."

"Feng Dong, you are polite." A strong man replied with a smile: "You find us a place to win money, we have to thank you!"

"Help each other, help each other." Feng Dong stood up, waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, I've done it!"

After the words came, seven or eight people drank it all in one go. Then a middle-aged man in glasses reached out and took out fifty bundles from the bag and pushed them directly to Feng Dong.

"Mr. Feng, this is the rule. You cover us, this is the money we offer." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I don't need this. As long as you can get the Shengshi Marriott to me, even if I didn't ask you to come here in vain." Feng Dong reached out and pushed the money back.

"No, you must take this money!"

"Mr. Feng, this is the rule, just take it!"

Everyone persuaded each other.

Mr. Feng thought for a while, reached out to bring the money over, turned around and said to Liu Pengju, Hunjianglong who had saved Zhou Guanglong's life, and said, "You can keep the money, let's make some connections tomorrow."

"Okay." Liu Pengju didn't say nonsense, and he reached out to collect the money.

"Mr. Feng, then we will go back tomorrow." The middle-aged man in glasses looked up and said.

"Go back? What are you doing when you go back?" Feng Dong asked with a smile.

"It's over, so it's not interesting for us to stay here!"

"Continue to go tomorrow."

"Feng Dong, don't joke. The person who started the show was not a fool. If you continue to go tomorrow, isn't that asking for trouble?" The strong man waved his hand and replied, "Even if you want to continue doing it, it will take a while to find two new faces!"

"No, just listen to me and continue to go to the Marriott of Shengshi tomorrow." Feng Dong replied with a smile.

...

The next evening, it was around 8 o'clock.

Zhao Chen had just come out of the toilet, and the girl in the private room ran over and said, "Mr. Zhao, the two people who played mahjong last night are here again."

"Here is here again?" Zhao Chen heard this and stood up.

"Yes!" the girl nodded: "I'm still sitting in 2088, let's join in the game."

"Did you come together?" Zhao Chen asked again.

"It was not together. They didn't speak, and they didn't seem to know each other." The girl shook her head.

"Damn it, I'm shameless!" Zhao Chen said with the walkie-talkie, "Let's go and take a look."

A few dozen seconds later, in the private room of 2088, Zhao Chen met two middle-aged people.

"Is anyone?" The middle-aged man with glasses on the left and gentle looks asked with a smile.

Zhao Chen scratched his nose, reached out and put the intercom on the table and said, "Two brothers, our place is small and there is no money to give the gods the second time. Today I can't get it together. You can go to another store to have a look."

"What does it mean?" asked the tough man with a rough appearance on the right, "Open the door to welcome guests from all directions. Do you understand the rules? Did I not give you water or room fee? What does it mean if you don't let me play?"

"This brother is right, what do you mean?" middle-aged man in glasses echoed.

Zhao Chen looked at the two of them with his hands behind his back: "I have to play, right?"

"Do you have anyone?" Glasses replied, touching the mahjong plaque.

After speaking, the door was pushed open. The waiter was wearing a Tang suit and walked in with his hands behind his back and said, "Someone wants to play mahjong? Come on, I'll play for a while."

...

On the third floor, in the room of Paijiu, a young man who looked like a monkey, asked with a smile: "Come on, are there any other bets?"

"Crash!"
Chapter completed!