Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao put down the cup and watched Charleson drinking coffee with relish. He felt so nauseous again that he almost vomited. He quickly talked about something to divert his attention.

"Yesterday at Fengjing Hotel, I did win the money, but Fu Laorong and Fu Nianzu ignored the rules and wanted to kill me to get the money back."

Fu Laorong is the financial backer of all of them. These silly foreigners are unable to agree with Dabao and scold him for the time being.

The shoemaker came over and asked cautiously.

"Sir, may I ask how much money you won?"

What he meant was, how much money did you win that could make Fu Laorong disregard his reputation and the rules and kill people for money?

Dabao said slowly.

"It's not much, just 1.1 billion in cash and a scenic hotel..."

He said it lightly, and the other people in the room were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Oh my god, 1.1 billion? I'd be willing to kill my parents if I had that much money."

Charleson glared at the shoemaker fiercely. This guy had made him lose face today.

"Of course I wouldn't commit a crime willingly, so I resorted to self-defense.

But then again, Charleson, I think the public security in Haojiang is still very poor. Someone even robbed someone in front of the Fengjing Hotel. I hope you can do a good job of this public security situation in the future."

"Okay, Danny, I think these pigs deserve their punishment."

"Later, I went to the Fu family and had a talk with Fu Laorong. Although there was some unpleasantness during the conversation, the result was good. Fu Laorong decided to go overseas with his son to make a living. They have already left."

Even a fool wouldn't believe this lie. Several foreigners, including He Mingwen, kept their mouths wide open and couldn't close them.

If he was killed, why would he go overseas to make a living? Was Fu Laorong a fool? Would he give up his status as the gambling king of Macau and go overseas to work for nothing?

Charleson took another look at the dazzling blue Portuguese currency and felt dizzy.

"Boss Fu is still so impatient. Shouldn't he at least say hello to me before leaving? How rude."

Dabao only now understood that these politicians were much more shameless than him. They were able to cover up such a clumsy lie perfectly. This is what politicians are like.

"Charlson, he can't go far now. How about I take you there to say goodbye to him?"

Charleson's heart skipped a beat. He was well versed in Chinese culture and certainly knew the paths taken by the dead. How could he dare to say goodbye to Fu Laorong?

Dabao waved his hand impatiently.

"None of these things are going anywhere. Now let's talk about something that can be done."

When Charleson and others heard this, they immediately became energetic, grinning and looking at Dabao like a puppy.

"Now that Fu Laorong is gone, the gambling license in Haojiang is now vacant. Charleson, you must be eager to see Haojiang prosper and develop and become Asia's gambling capital, right?"

Charleson nodded quickly, this slogan was necessary.

"If that's the case, what you're doing now is far from enough. I have a few plans here. Please listen to them and give me some advice."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Qin, please go ahead."

Charleson no longer dared to call Danny. His momentum was completely suppressed by Dabao.

"First, I will invest 50 million to tear down your Governor's Mansion and rebuild it. After all, as the face of Haojiang, the Governor's Mansion is too dilapidated and it will not look good on everyone."

Charleson was amused.

"This is great, Mr. Qin. I have to say that you are a man of foresight."

Dabao was very comfortable with Charleson's flattery, and he continued.

"I'll spend another 20 million to renovate all the docks in Haojiang, especially those coming from Xiangjiang. They must be made wider because the main source of customers will still be from Xiangjiang in the future."

Haojiang is surrounded by the sea on all sides, and the wharf is the most important. On this point, even with the knowledge of a shoemaker, he believes that the wharf must be built.

"In addition, I need two more plots of land to build two hotels. Each of these hotels will cost 200 million yuan and will be over 16 stories high."

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

Charleson almost knelt down to lick Dabao's shoes. He looked at Dabao with passionate eyes, and the love in his eyes almost burned Dabao.

Dabao was shocked. "Oh my god! Is this guy gay?" Dabao couldn't help but move his chair back.

"I've already thought of the names for the hotels: one is called Sands International, and the other is called Yongle Palace. The first, second, and third floors will be casinos, the fourth and fifth floors will be restaurants, and above that will be guest rooms. These rooms won't be double or triple rooms, or standard rooms, but suites. The highest floor will be the presidential suite."

These people were so choked by Dabao's pie that they could only roll their eyes. A common idea emerged in their minds: if this was true, then Haojing would really take off.

"In addition, I will spend another 100 million to repair all the roads in Haojiang."

Charleson stood up suddenly and grabbed Dabao's hand with lightning speed, scaring Dabao so much that his hair stood on end.

With tears in his eyes, Charleson kept shaking Dabao's hand.

"Mr. Qin, you are so generous."

Dabao pushed him away and said with wide eyes.

"Fuck, you don't think I'm donating for free, do you? Am I just bored?"

Charleson waved his hands hurriedly.

"Oh, no, no, no, how could that be? I suppose you want a gambling license. Well, if you do what I've said, I'll give it to you right away."

Dabao nodded in satisfaction, this is more reasonable.

"Charlson, I won't make it difficult for you. I know your teacher is Sir He. So, you split the gambling cards in two. I only want half, and Sir He can give the other half."

This time, Charleson completely let go of the big stone in his heart. There was no problem at all, and he could also explain to his teacher.

Dabao stood up and walked to the box full of Portuguese currency. He picked up a stack of banknotes and flicked them gently.

"Each box here contains 50 million. One of the boxes is for you alone. I promise that the amount I give you every year will not be less than this."

After hearing this, Charleson was so happy that he almost knelt down and called Dabao dad.

Dabao turned to look at the shoemaker, who looked back at him pitifully. Seeing his bitter face, Dabao couldn't help laughing.

"Here's ten million for you, and ten million for the Chief Justice. The remaining thirty million will be divided equally among you according to your rank. I guarantee you that every year you'll receive no less than this amount."

The shoemaker fell to his knees, desperately kissing Dabao's leather shoes, which were stained with rain and blood. At this moment, no one remembered Fu Laorong and Fu Nianzu, the father and son...