The business school was not affected at all. Lu Ming attended the first class after the resumption of school.
After class, Lu Ming even went to the financial department of Jin Taixiang Bank in Mosuo Building and was relieved to see that the sweeping lady An An, who often chatted with him, was fine.
Auntie said that there was nothing wrong with her family. After all, they were all civilians in Central China. Although some thugs also took the opportunity to commit crimes in the Central Chinese community, there were still very few exceptions.
After leaving the Mosuo Building, Lu Ming returned to the Red Rose Hotel.
Opposite the hotel, the signboard of the Red Rose Nightclub is being taken down.
Red Rose Entertainment Company has made changes. It was Hofers who insisted on it, and Lu Ming had no choice.
The Red Rose Nightclub was bombarded, and Hofers took advantage of the opportunity for renovations to simply close the nightclub. The luxurious palace-like nightclub was to be transformed into a Chinese-style luxury restaurant.
It is also because most of the Western dancers in the nightclub and the regular customers are not in a good situation. If you want to attract new customers in the future, the first class will definitely be Japanese and Montenegrins, the second class will be other Central Asians, and the Westerners will be the last. They have some mentality.
Some people can't accept it, and some are even more tired of this kind of life, especially when they have to jump out of their comfort zone and readjust to the emergence of a large number of new powerful people. Thinking about it is exhausting both physically and mentally.
Now that Boss Hofers has given them the opportunity to choose a new job, most of them are willing to change careers.
Several of the most beautiful waiters and strippers with the best figures were sent to "1500" by Hofers as maids.
1500 is the current code name for the new mansion within the Bureau of Secrecy.
On the day when the Red Rose Nightclub, which had been the number one in Shengjing for more than ten years, officially came to an end, in the Japanese Concession area, Japanese geishas with snow-white makeup sang and danced, and the Ginza Club, a collaboration between opium king James and Asaba Nagamasa, opened grandly.
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Perhaps, this is a microcosm of the changes in Shengjing. One era slowly ends, and another new era slowly comes.
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The dining area on the second floor of the Red Rose Hotel is still empty. Originally, the main source of customers was Westerners, but now most Westerners have gone to the Black Mountain Concession area. Even those who return to their own communities are already frightened. Where else will they go?
They were eating, drinking and having fun outside, not to mention most of them suffered heavy losses, and they were even more worried about their future livelihoods.
Therefore, the desolate singing style of playing and storytelling seems to be the best footnote here.
Lu Ming wandered around, and Hofers followed Lu Ming with a sad look on his face.
The news just came that his application for a gambling license was rejected by the Entertainment Management Committee of the new public board.
Shengjing had a different day, and naturally his original gambling license could no longer be used, and he had to apply for a new one.
The chairman of the entertainment management committee of the new Public Security Bureau is a Japanese named Ken Kawashima. He wanted to meet him, but he couldn't.
In fact, out of the dozen or so committees of the new public board, only this one was chaired by a Japanese, and it happened that the life and death of Hofers was in the balance.
Lu Ming paced, thinking: "This is not to attack you, but to kill my dignity. Everyone knows that you and I are close."
Hofers nodded repeatedly: "So, I'm not in a hurry. Even if it's open now, there won't be many customers. And if you take the initiative to call the Japanese, you'll lose!"
"Huh? Stop! Come here!" Lu Ming waved to a tall Western man who was coming in a hurry and turned to leave when he saw him, "Siro, come here and let me take a look at you. Why are you so bruised and swollen?"
The burly man was the head of security at the Red Rose Hotel and the leader of more than a dozen gunmen under Hofers.
However, although the gunmen raised by Hofers are supposed to have a deterrent effect when opening casinos and nightclubs, these gunmen are also inextricably linked to gang organizations. Most of them are members of the Western gang organization "Jazz".
Today, the Jazz Gang has disappeared.
Hiro came over with some embarrassment and bowed slightly to Lu Ming, "Sir, I'm fine."
Lu Ming nodded and glanced at Hofers, "Maybe I was wrong in not accepting half of your equity!"
Hofers' eyes immediately lit up, "Then the agreement is still there. Can I get it for you to sign? Oh, should I call a lawyer?"
Lu Ming smiled: "Forget it." Then he said: "Actually, the problem with your hotel today is not whether you can get the new gambling license, but it..." He frowned, "What's the fuss about down there." He paced.
Stepping in front of the red guardrail, the lobby on the first floor is very high. The huge ornate chandelier is probably only two meters in diameter, making the lobby even more splendid.
At this time, I saw several men and women in kimonos making a noise at the bar. One of them, a Japanese man, even slapped the security guard who came to dissuade them.
Lu Ming glanced at Siro, "What are you doing here? How did you deal with this kind of thing before? Call the police. They won't listen to dissuasion. If you need to calm down for the time being, just subdue them!"
"Okay!" Hiro immediately gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards the safety stairs.
Lu Ming looked at his back and said, "The injury on his face is not a new one. Lao Huo, do you know what's going on?"
Hofers hesitated for a moment and said: "Isn't Hero a good gambler? Recently, a new small casino opened in the Japanese Concession. It was opened by someone he knew. Yesterday, he went to gamble a few hands and ended up quarreling with the Japanese.
, was beaten by the crowd. His old acquaintance also fell out with him. It seems that there is now an organization called the Black Dragon Society. His Japanese friends are members of the Black Dragon Society, and they treat him completely differently now."
Lu Ming nodded, "Yesterday when I came out of the business school, I saw truckloads of Japanese immigrants coming in. They also opened up wasteland, right? What are they called a wasteland reclamation group? Japanese people come here very quickly!"
Hofers apologized, not knowing what his old friend meant and couldn't answer the question.
"That wasteland used to be an abandoned factory, right? It's just in the outskirts, and it's three to four thousand acres, so it's not an ownerless land. Lao Huo, do you know who owned that land before?"
Hofers smiled and said, "Then you asked the right person. I happen to know about that piece of land. I used to have a regular customer here named Fury. It was passed down from his family. He was a bad gambler and wanted to get the piece of land."
The land was mortgaged to me, but I didn’t want it. It used to be a chemical plant. There was a fire and a big explosion more than ten years ago. There was no grass growing on that land. According to the folk saying, it was a poisonous land. Why do you want to come here?" Shaking his head, "Japanese people
Do you really not care, just build a wooden house, I think, and use it as a resettlement area for new expats?"
Lu Ming smiled: "I was afraid to ask Yu Blind, but I didn't expect you to know so well. Where is the person named Furui?"
Hofers sighed: "I don't know. I haven't seen that guy since the day of the Great Troubles. It is said that that guy used to come there every day. His family went bankrupt, so he became a bad gambler.
If you don't gamble for a day, you will become manic, and you will probably remember that reality is so terrible, right? But now, I haven't seen him..." There is a faint meaning in the words, I am afraid that this guy is dead.
"Do you have a photo? If not, try to find a painter to draw a portrait that looks more like him. I'll look for him." Lu Ming thought about it and said: "Also, help me find friends who are familiar with him.
