mijobooks Chapter 29 Li Wei received a phone call
Chapter 29 Li Wei received a phone call
The Crocodile Gang, the Viper Gang, and the 76ers.
These are the three major gangs in Miami, and typical examples of "traditional gangs".
What they all share is that no matter what business they do, they have never been able to escape the characteristics of "employing manpower + violence as the underlying principle".
However, the "fourth gang" outside of the three major gangs is completely different.
White Star Club.
On the surface, it is a travel company, and even has a luxury cruise ship for high-end tourists and the wealthy to experience all kinds of luxury or vulgarity, and even some "entertainment" that cannot be written in the brochure.
But in fact, Tessa, who had planted "people" in the White Star Society, knew very well that the White Star Society was essentially a fraudulent group engaged in money laundering.
Tessa is interested in such an opponent and must "talk" with him personally.
So, while Levi was playing dominoes with Antonio on the 76ers' turf, Tessa boarded the White Star Line luxury cruise ship as a "customer".
However, Tessa encountered some "minor troubles" as soon as she boarded the cruise ship.
"Beautiful lady, why are you so lonely?"
A man wearing a custom-made suit, but who looked no more than twenty-one or twenty-two and was probably still in college, approached Tessa and said what he thought was a dashing but actually awkward pickup line.
While speechless, Tessa was also a little smug—her elaborate outfit tonight was worthwhile; although she was 35, she was still incredibly charming.
However, she had two important things to do tonight and wasn't in the mood to play around with this "half-grown kid".
"Loneliness is the rose of a mature woman."
You should go home and breastfeed your mother. Don't be so easily aroused by women with big breasts.
Of course, the less-than-"elegant" remarks in the latter half were Tessa's true feelings.
Fortunately, this kind of guy who's still in school is relatively thin-skinned. After understanding Tessa's veiled rejection, he bowed slightly and left on his own initiative.
Unfortunately, if it had been eight hours earlier, you might still have had a chance.
After a moment of quiet self-satisfaction, Tessa headed straight for the cruise ship casino.
By the time she strolled to the casino counter, the cruise ship had already entered international waters.
"Ma'am, how many chips would you like to exchange?"
"20 pieces."
Tessa's answer stunned the casino cashier.
"Is there a problem?"
Tessa smiled calmly and pushed the $20 in cash over.
"I'm sorry to have taken up your time. May I ask what denomination of chips you would like to exchange?"
The casino cashier immediately apologized.
"Two for 10 yuan each."
Soon, Tessa, holding two green chips, began to wander around the casino.
Of course, she wasn't really just wandering around; she was looking for someone.
Soon, she found the person she was looking for at the dice table.
The dealer on the table was one of her people planted by the White Star Club.
Finding an empty seat, Tessa gracefully and charmingly smoothed her deep-V evening gown and sat down.
Then, amidst the frequent sidelong glances of many men, she casually tossed a chip into the "big" area.
Then, just like a gambler, she rested her chin on her hand, pretended to be thinking, and threw the remaining chips into the "three ones" square.
"My beauty! This is not a wise choice."
The conversation started with the person sitting next to Tessa; it was crude and direct.
But this gambler, who looked to be in his forties, clearly understood where his advantage lay.
After saying that, he casually grabbed half of the 100,000 chips in front of him, pushed it in front of Tessa, and "inadvertently" showed off his Rolex worth millions of dollars.
"A beauty like you deserves more opportunities."
Tessa had to admit that this was a truly effective tactic.
But for her, it was only useful to her ten years ago when she had just graduated from university.
Moreover, something even better awaits her now.
So good that... she's willing to rein in her "womanizing" tendencies.
"Thank you for your generosity, but I'd like to wait for the results first."
You greasy, fat old man should go bother those twenty-five-year-old girls. Danielle, that kind of "young girl," should be your target.
After maintaining a composed demeanor in her refusal, Tessa began to await the outcome.
"Place your order now!"
As the dealer announced, the result was quickly revealed—three ones.
The ten dollars in Taisha became one thousand eight hundred.
"Oh my god!"
"What incredible luck!"
"Why didn't I buy it? I clearly considered it."
Amidst gasps of surprise and the stunned gazes of the middle-aged man who had been trying to strike up a conversation, Tessa accepted the chips from the dealer, said thank you, and calmly left.
Then, as she walked again, she fiddled with the chips in her hand like she was cutting a deck of cards.
Soon, she noticed a barely noticeable word on the ten-dollar chip she had placed her bet on—YES.
Great, Shirahoshi will be in charge tonight.
Satisfied, Tessa sat down at the roulette table and casually tossed the marked chip to the dealer.
"I had good luck tonight, I hope you will too."
The dealer nodded and smiled slightly, thanked him, and put the chips into the pocket of his red vest.
The traces have been completely removed.
With that in mind, Tessa pushed his chip onto the number "36" that was closest to him.
It wasn't calculated; it was simply because that number was closest to hers.
If I had to pinpoint the meaning, it would simply be that it's the same as her bust size, nothing more.
But Tessa knew he would win, just like he had just done.
Because the casino on the White Star was cheating, the two dealers who were directly responsible for manipulating the "probability" at the gambling table were her people.
When the results were revealed again, Tessa's 1,800 chips became 63,000, which was basically equivalent to Levi and Danielle's annual salary.
But this time, in addition to the gasps of surprise, the lobby manager also arrived.
"Miss, you seem to be having a lucky streak today. Would you like to try your luck in the VIP section?"
This is a common trick used by casinos. When someone wins beyond the probability model's calculations and there's no way to catch them cheating, the casino's hired expert will step in and win the money back.
Tessa readily agreed.
"Of course, I'm on a winning streak right now."
The lobby manager nodded and smiled.
Please come with me.
After saying that, he began to lead the way.
Tessa couldn't help but secretly admire him—this guy's acting was much more natural than when he first left.
Yes, that's right, this lobby manager is also one of Tessa's people.
However, when Tessa entered the VIP area, she discovered that things had taken an unexpected turn.
Things went surprisingly smoothly.
She thought she would have to get past the casino expert, but unexpectedly, it was Julian Drake, the president of the White Star Guild, who personally intervened beforehand.
"Miss Tessa Hamilton, I never imagined our first face-to-face meeting would be so dramatic."
Tessa gracefully sat down opposite Julian, ordered a glass of champagne from the waiter, and then calmly responded.
"Drama? All I see is a sore loser trying to forcefully win back the money he's already lost."
Julian clutched his chest with one hand, feigning heartbreak.
"Tessa, what you're saying hurts me deeply. You know, I'm your supporter."
While waiting for the champagne, Tessa didn't mind chatting with Julian for a bit longer.
Tell me, how do you plan to support me?
"Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll fully support you as the 'Chairman' of the Crocodile Gang, just so you'll keep a place for me in your heart. If I win, I'll still support you, but you have to spend a week with me. How about that? Pretty good deal, right?"
Tessa smiled, a smile that was serene and radiant.
But in my heart I had completely different thoughts.
Whether she becomes the leader of the Crocodile Gang or not has nothing to do with Julian's support.
To put it bluntly, this "professional conman" planned to use "mud codes" that couldn't be exchanged for cash to lure her into bed.
Arrogant, haughty, and somewhat self-righteously foolish.
Who does he think he is? A medieval king? Does everything have to go according to his plan?
But Tessa agreed.
"Sure, but I'm not interested in bets that are too small, and I have other things to do tonight, so I don't have time to waste with you. So, it's a one-shot deal; the loser hands over their gang's cash flow and accounts. Are you willing to bet?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Don't forget, this is my territory. What are you going to do?"
Julian agreed without hesitation, and even deliberately showed his gentlemanly manners by letting Tessa choose the project.
But Tessa understood that this confidence and composure stemmed entirely from Julian's belief that he would not lose.
He will definitely cheat.
"Draw playing cards and compare their values."
The simpler the gameplay, the harder it is to cheat. Julian's composed expression froze for a moment.
"No...no problem."
Although she concealed it well, Tessa could hear Julian's hesitation.
His confidence stemmed from deception, but once deception proved insufficient, his true colors were revealed.
"Let the dealer deal the cards."
Tessa's words made Julian's somewhat stiff smile become natural.
"certainly."
There was even a hint of subtle mockery.
That self-righteous, foolish woman...
Tessa felt that Julian must be thinking the same thing right now.
But she wanted to retort with a retort.
This self-righteous fool.
Because Tessa doesn't understand gambling at all, she wins by cheating.
The difference is that Julian relies on various technological means, while Tessa relies on people who use technology.
So when the White Star "golden dealer" who had received 140,000 "settlement fees" from Tessa entered the house, Tessa already knew the outcome.
"Ace of Spades".
The moment he received the cards, Tessa immediately turned them over and announced their faces.
"You cheated!"
Julian slammed his fist on the table and stood up.
"Yes, so what?"
Tessa crossed his arms, looking calm and unhurried.
Julian's expression changed drastically this time.
But the alarm for the VIP room was pressed very quickly.
"Don't think you can buy everyone's favor, you bitch! Some people can't be bought off with money!"
As soon as Julian finished speaking, a group of security personnel rushed in.
"Sean! Take this bitch to my room! I'm going to teach her a lesson tonight!"
"Boss, what are your plans to do with him?"
"Didn't I say, take her..."
Julian froze, realizing that his security chief, Sean Huntley, had referred to "he" instead of "she."
So that means the "boss" this bastard is talking about is...
"Julian, you're right. Some people can't be bought off with money."
After saying that, Tessa waved to Sean.
"Sean, long time no see. How's your mother?"
Sean smiled and nodded.
"My mother will be discharged next month. Without your help, she would probably still be waiting in line for a kidney."
"That's good."
With that, Tessa turned around and glared at the dumbfounded Julian, delivering a sarcastic remark.
"You control Sean by paying for his mother's medical expenses, while I helped his mother get a kidney transplant ahead of schedule. Anyone with a normal IQ knows who to choose."
"Now, do you have anything else to say?"
"Could you... spare my life?"
Julian's composure and confidence were shattered at this moment, and he almost humbled himself to the dust, trembling as he begged.
"Sorry, there's no place for an idiot like you in my new rules."
Tessa got up and left the VIP room alone.
As she turned to close the door, a dense, muffled burst of gunfire came through the door.
Tessa, however, acted as if she hadn't heard anything, took out her phone, and found the phone number she had asked for under the pretext of "easy contact".
This woman, who always seemed elegant and confident, was like a young girl experiencing her first love at this moment. After giving herself a pep talk, she used her fair fingers to dial the number labeled "Santa Claus".
The call was connected very quickly.
"Am I bothering you? If not, I'd like to invite you to dinner. Would you do me the honor?"
Tessa remained elegant, but her tone was slightly hurried, as if she was worried that the other party would get impatient and hang up the phone, so she said her purpose in one breath.
As a result, the other party readily agreed.
Therefore, she immediately seized the opportunity and took exceptional initiative.
"Okay, wait for me for half an hour, I'll drive to pick you up."
After saying that, she put down the phone and impatiently sent a text message to the captain.
[Reaching shore within twenty minutes.]
Then, she took out her foundation and started touching up her makeup.
Yes, her elaborate outfit tonight wasn't to match the atmosphere on the White Star, but to have dinner with her Santa Claus.