Chen Chen thought for a while and felt that Alcott's statement was very reasonable and in the long run, it was also correct.

If you get too much bonus and pension in the first round, what should you do in the future? You will definitely not reduce it, you can only increase it. For example, if you take out 10,000 now and get another 8,000 in the future, it will make you feel unhappy.

But Chen Chen and Alcott's considerations are different, that is, Chen Chen has no plans to operate for a long time. In another two years, the Japanese will occupy the concession. What's the use of the fund?

But since Alcott raised this question, Chen Chen was not able to explain. He knew about the future, how could it be possible to make others believe it?

Therefore, Chen Chen decided to adopt a roundabout way. That is, he would provide pensions and rewards to the casualties police in anonymous manner, and not to come out of the fund.

"You make sense and have a long-term vision." Chen Chen agreed with Alcott's suggestion, "Then you will pay the pension according to your calculations and Mr. Dessa. In the future, as prices rise, it will increase gradually."

Alcott smiled and nodded, looking at Dessa's bald head with inquiring eyes.

Dessa hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Chen, I have something I want to ask you for help. Can you borrow a step to speak?"

Chen Chen smiled and said, "It seems very confidential. Where can I tell you?"

Dessa reached out and said, "Just in that hut. Alcott and I have already booked it and no outsiders are allowed to go in."

"Okay!" Chen Chen stood up and looked at the blackjack table. Chu Jiao was still playing.

The three of them entered the small room, the waiter brought the coffee and walked out, and the door was closed.

Desa signaled Chen Chen to drink coffee. He pondered, as if recalling, and then slowly said: "This matter can be said to be a task. I will pay a high reward. I hope Mr. Chen can help."

Alcott held the coffee and said to Chen Chen: "Something similar to high-priced reward tasks, I think they are very suitable for you."

Chen Chen smiled and asked indifferently: "Are you looking for a baby or to fight the little monster?"

"Little monster? Oh, no, this is not a joke, it is true." Alcott said seriously: "It's better to let Mr. Dessa finish and you decide!"

Dessa sighed and said, "I didn't have any hope at first. But now, the situation has changed and with clues, it means that it may succeed. I started from the beginning and things happened in the United States..."

Chen Chen slowly drank coffee and listened to Dessa's story.

It turned out that Dessa's youngest son was killed in the United States, so the reason was not to be ignored. Anyway, Dessa lost his beloved son. The murderer ran very fast. Before the American police could solve the case, the guy had already boarded a boat and left the United States.

The reason why Dessa knew who the murderer was was that he found a witness who was unwilling to appear in public through a private detective investigation.

"Damn little Japanese ghost." Dessa cursed viciously, and his face turned red with anger because he brought up the old things again.

Chen Chen shook his head and said, "Although I don't like Japanese people and hate this damn murderer, this is a very difficult thing. You won't let me go to Japan, right? Not to mention completing the task, even finding this person is like finding a needle in a haystack. I think this matter should be solved through diplomatic channels."

"Do you think Mr. Dessa hasn't tried it?" Alcott said with a deep impression: "Damn Japanese, damn government, they promise to actively arrest him, but they cannot guarantee the time. This means that poor Mr. Dessa may not get any results until he enters the coffin."

"Of course, it's definitely a torment to see the murderer who killed his beloved son get away with it." Chen Chen looked at Dessa with some sympathy.

"Yes, this makes me unable to let go." Dessa sighed again and said, "I didn't expect that things had turned around. Thanks to the help of many friends, I learned the whereabouts of the murderer. He is now in Shanghai."

Chen Chen didn't say anything, and used his eyes to signal Desa to continue talking. He roughly guessed Desa's meaning, but he was still not sure.

"This guy turned out to be a bodyguard for a Japanese aristocratic son. He should have had a conflict with Mr. Dessa's son in the United States." Alcott said: "Now, this aristocratic son serves as a counselor in the Shanghai Consulate, and the murderer is also following him."

Dessa took out a photo and handed it to Chen Chen, saying, "I want to use some special means to get the murderer the punishment he deserves."

Chen Chen was ready to refuse, but out of politeness, he took the photo and took a few casual glances.

Alcott paid attention to Chen Chen's expression. He felt that Chen Chen had the ability to do it, as long as this Japanese ghost was in the public concession.

Of course, if the photos are widely distributed and the headhunter is offered a reward, some people will definitely take risks for money.

However, Alcott rejected Dessa's idea. Don't forget that this is almost the world of the Japanese. It's unimaginable how much trouble it can cause to kill a Japanese for a reward.

Chen Chen returned the photo to Dessa and said in a deep thought: "If the Ministry of Works and Department Police wanted him, I will do my best to arrest him, as long as he is in the concession. If this is not the case, I will be powerless."

Dessa smiled bitterly, and Alcott made a secret gesture to make him restless.

The case was not finally solved in the United States and was not finalized. Therefore, it is obviously impossible to issue a wanted order by the Ministry of Industry and Technology.

But Alcott also knew that Chen Chen had gang forces as a helper, and guessed that he didn't want to agree to it as if he was a professional killer.

Therefore, Alcott felt that Chen Chen was not easy to express publicly, but whether he would provide help could not be determined in the end.

"I know Mr. Chen is jealous of evil and is quite loyal." Alcott took a more tactful and flexible approach and said to Chen Chen: "It's better. We don't force it if Mr. Chen does it or not. As for this photo, you can take it first, and be more careful when you see this guy."

As he said that, he quietly winked at Dessa and said as if he was teasing: "It seems that the 10,000 dollars you have prepared has been saved."

Dessa handed the photo to Chen Chen again and said with a wry smile: "It's not difficult for Mr. Chen. This guy is very powerful. You should be careful when you see it."

Chen Chen hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and said casually: "Since it's so powerful, it seems that I have to hide from this guy in the future!"

Things were put down uncertainly, Chen Chen did not agree to help, but it was not too absolute. Alcott felt hopeful, while Dessa felt that it was better to help, and there was no way not to help.

The three of them chatted for a while, and Chen Chen was still thinking about Chu Jiao, so he took the pretext to say goodbye.

Let’s talk about Chu Jiao, she first sat on the gambling table at 21 o’clock and played casually.

The blackjack gameplay is very simple. She needs cards as long as she should, and she doesn't want it. It's the way to play for beginners.

However, after a little time, she also figured out some tricks and was a little more courageous. She could not compare with the dealer, and had a lot of points, so she was waiting for the dealer to lose the card.

Back and forth, she lost a little, but not much. When someone came to other bets, she bets were relatively large, and it seemed that there were still people waiting for the empty seats, so she felt a little embarrassed to sit down.

After packing up the chips, Chu Jiao got up and went to another gambling table. After walking around, she thought that betting on dice is easier, and betting on size, and the two choices are easier.

So she looked at it for a while and then sat in the empty seat, playing based on her feelings.

By the time Chen Chen came out, Chu Jiao had almost lost the chips.

Chen Chen sat next to Chu Jiao and asked the waiter to exchange for a small chip of 200 yuan. Then, he looked at Chu Jiao playing with a smile.

Chu Jiao curled her lips, not being affected by anything, and still bets according to her own judgment.

By the time the waiter brought the chips, five or six shops had already opened. Chen Chen seemed to be waiting casually, but in fact he was using his ears to listen to the sound of dice falling on the glass surface and rolling.

Although he could not make an absolutely correct judgment with the tone he had heard before, Chen Chen felt that he had figured out some tricks and would not bet on his own based on his feelings and unreliable so-called probability like Chu Jiao.

After opening the bunk and shaking the dice again, Chen Chen listened with all his attention. The dice made a crisp sound in the cup, landed on the glass, rolled and stopped.

He threw a small chip at will, first throwing a stone to ask for directions, and test it out.

Reveal the cup, Chen Chensheng, and a good start.

Chen Chen smiled faintly, took back his chips, then tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Chu Jiao, and continued.

Gradually, there were more chips in front of Chen Chen. Although there were times when he was not sure, there were still more times when he was accurate.

Moreover, Chen Chen listened to him more and more, and he won more times.

Chu Jiao stopped betting and looked at Chen Chen playing with interest.

Chen Chen became more and more skilled as he played. When he was not sure, his bet was very small; but when he was more confident, his bet was very large.

In this way, even if you lose half of each of them, the chips in front of Chen Chen will increase unknowingly.

"Stay playing!" Chen Chen pushed the chips casually and encouraged Chu Jiao with a smile.

Chu Jiao stacked the chips neatly, but was not in a hurry to bet, but began to observe Chen Chen.

I want to lie to me, no way! Chu Jiao was competing in her heart. After watching for a while, she couldn't figure it out. In desperation, she followed Chen Chen to bet.

At this time, several players came to the betting table and started to place bets. They were talking loudly. Chen Chen frowned unaware of it. He was very annoyed with this noisy sound.

But he did not stop, but he kept fewer betting on several consecutive shops.

"I'll buy it and leave it!" The dealer put the dice cup and said loudly.

Chen Chen looked at the chips on the table. There were about a thousand yuan. Without hesitation, he reached out and bet more than half of the chips on the big side, and gave Chu Jiao an insignificant sign.

"Double five single six, six, sixteen o'clock!" The dealer reported loudly and cast a surprised look at Chen Chen.

Chen Chen leisurely lit a cigarette, while Chu Jiao happily gathered the chips she won.

"Miss Chu is so lucky!" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Chu Jiao was smiling and stacking chips. When she heard the sound, she turned to look. The expression on her face immediately collapsed. She glared at first and then she was about to attack, but she endured it, snorted, and turned her head away.

But Damakura Ming didn't care, and stood beside Chu Jiao, smiling and watching her continue to bet on dice.

Chu Jiao's dressing is very simple, she doesn't know how to wear cheongsams or skirts anyway.

The makeup on the face was very light, and the hair was separated from the middle and spread on the back, loosely wrapped with a pink hairband.

The simple outfit makes Chu Jiao look fresh and soft all over her body, and she looks very beautiful from the side.

Chu Jiao was like a needle pricking her back, holding on to it again and again, and even losing interest in betting. Fortunately, she was sitting at the edge, Chen Chen next to him, and Dazhong Cang Ming could only stand behind her.

Chen Chen tilted his head and glanced at Dazhong Cangming. He didn't know this guy, nor did he know that he was still a Japanese. But Chu Jiao's expression seemed to be very disgusted.

The dealer started to roll the dice again.

The "cicadas" sounded in the dice cup, as if they were placing a secret code to Chen Chen. He hurriedly sat upright, stabilized his emotions, and listened carefully.

Based on the experience he has mastered, Chen Chen heard that the dice being rubbed at the bottom of the glass was all small points. He thought silently that he would definitely make a profit by buying a "small" shop.

Just as he was about to reach out to push the chips to the "small" area, Dazhong Cangming reached out to pat Chen Chen and said, "Sir, can you give up your position to me?"

Chen Chen instinctively contracted his shoulders, flashed down his body, and turned to look at the big clan Cang Ming.

"Buy it and leave it - open! Double one, two, four small one--ah!"

I'll go! Chen Chen glared his eyes fiercely and scolded: "You have something wrong. I'm about to bet on the little girl, but you missed it when you beat me. Are you paying for it?"

Damu Kuraming was stunned for a moment, but unexpectedly he reached out and took a random shot and caused trouble.
To be continued...