It’s just that with the development of history, when corruption penetrates into the bones, the United States only looks so beautiful.

As far as the Bullock Tavern is concerned, the construction and decoration project has been completed in just two months.

In the large, luxurious hall, tables and chairs are arranged in an orderly manner. In the middle of the hall, there is a dance floor, where several women dressed in cool clothes, dressed like flamingos, are dancing gorgeously.<

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Girls wearing bunny costumes, with two fluffy bunny ears on their heads, and long legs covered with black stockings, were walking among the guests with wine trays in their hands.

At the same time, next to the guests, there are some young girls who are unlikely to be women from good families, flirting with the men next to them.

Walker was a little shocked by the sight in front of him.

"Mr. Walker, if you need it, I can arrange the service of a considerate girl for you. At the same time, if you want to play a few games, there are some private rooms here, and I can also take you in!"

Dick Hollab introduced Walker thoughtfully.

"I want it all!"

Walker laughed and said: "Atlantic City, this is my home!"

"That's an honor for us Atlantic City people!"

Walker said happily.

Under the leadership of Dick Hollab, Walker put his arms around a beautiful girl and came to a private room. There was a gambling table here and several guests were playing cards. When he saw Dick Hollab bringing Walker in, he also

No one cares.

By this time, Walker had already exchanged his chips, which amounted to US$1,000!

After Walker sat down, Dick Hollab left the private room. Dick Hollab, who had always had a smile on his face, suddenly lost his smile.

Following his wave, several young people walked over from somewhere.

"I just saw Leo going to the Ocean Tavern, bring him out to me!"

Several young people immediately left the Bullock Tavern.

Soon, in the back alley of Block Tavern, a man wearing a low-quality sweater was beaten until his face was covered in blood.

Dick Hollabo, who was humble and loved to laugh, squatted on the ground, pulled the other person's hair with his hands, and made him look at him.

"Leo, Leo, Leo, you have money to play cards, but you don't have the money to pay us back. Boss John's $500 is now $700 including interest. When are you going to pay it back to us?"

Leo begged: "Boss Dick, please give me a little more time. As soon as I turn over the money this time, I will return the money to Boss John immediately."

"You have said this to me three times before. I believed you every time, but you betrayed my trust every time. Do you think I can still trust you?"

After Dick finished speaking, he slapped the other person so hard that one of his front teeth flew out of his mouth.

"Now that we have run out of patience, take out your property on Pennsylvania Avenue and pay off all your debts!"

"No, no, no!" Leo said quickly. The property on Pennsylvania Avenue was already his last asset. If even this property was sold, he would have no place in Atlantic City!

Like many people in the same situation as him, he lives in a cheap boarding house and will become a homeless person after a while.

Maybe he died in the alley of a certain street in the end.

That property is his last hope for a comeback and must not be used to pay off gambling debts!

But, I think so, but it’s not up to him to do it.

No matter how reluctant Leo was, he finally succumbed to the fists and the loan contract.

When the Bullard Law Firm came out, Dick Hollab already had a contract for a 200-square-meter property on Pennsylvania Avenue.

Returning to the Bullock Tavern in the West End, Dick Hollab first asked about Walker's situation and learned that he was still in the private room, so he went directly to John's office.

In the office, filled with smoke, John put his legs on his desk, holding a huge cigar in his mouth. In front of the desk, two girls were dancing!

"Haha!" Seeing Dick Hollab come in, John bent down on the table, picked up a cigar, and threw it to Dick Hollab: "The rich man you are looking for has lost more than 400 with us.

Dollars!"

At this time, Dick Hollarb regained his flattering smile.

"Boss John, you managed the Bullock Tavern and the West End well, so they were willing to play here!"

"Yes, I have already said that I am a smart person, but Donnie doesn't believe it!" John said happily.

"Boss John, this is the transfer contract for Leo's property on Pennsylvania Avenue!"

Dick Hollab put the contract on the table.

The smile on John's vicissitudes of life became brighter and brighter: "Tommy has always wanted to open another tavern here. You go and tell him that we allow it, but you have to tell him that he must pay the fees on time, otherwise he will not be able to open a tavern here."

Don’t blame us for being rude!”

Dick Hollab hurriedly said: "Okay!"

"You kid can, maybe it won't be long before you can be responsible for more things like Gary Thomas!"

Gary Thomas is no longer the nobody he once was. In order to avoid random reports by some media, John and Sean Bey rarely meet alone.

As for the business in the West End and the distribution of money, Gary Thomas is responsible for it as the middleman.

"Thank you, Boss John!" Dick Hollab said excitedly. Every young man in the West End wants to be Gary Thomas!

After seeing John and having nothing to say to himself, Dick Hollab left John's office.

"Mr. Walker, time is running out. Maybe it's time for you to enjoy dinner. We are here at any time, and you can come and play at any time!"

Dick Hollab stood next to Walker and reminded with a smile.

Walker's face did not show the frustration of losing money, nor did he have the madness of a professional gambler. After hearing Dick Hollab's reminder, he stood up with a smile, took a $10 chip and threw it to Dick Hollar.

Bob.

He hugged the girl and walked out of the private room.

"Mr. Walker, if you don't have a better choice to eat, I can recommend you the restaurant next to Block Tavern. Their tuna will definitely make your taste buds fully bloom!"

Dick Hollabh introduces Walker.

Walker smiled and said: "Then go there and try it!"

"What? Aren't you going in?" When he arrived at the restaurant, Walker saw that Dick Hollab just told the waiter at the door of the restaurant and was about to leave, so he asked.

"This is your dinner, Mr. Walker, I can't disturb you!"

Walker had already developed a strong interest in the West End at this time and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I really want to know more about the West End and Atlantic City from your mouth!"

"It's my honor!" Dick Holaber did not refuse.

The three of them were sitting in the restaurant. Walker asked Dick Hollab: "I have played in other casinos, and you were the first person to take the initiative to persuade me to stop. If you do this, you will not let the owner of Block Tavern

Not happy?"

Dick Hollab replied: "Of course not. Mr. Bullock told us that it is our responsibility to provide tourists with the most pleasant enjoyment.

Since Mr. Walker's hand is not going well today, there is no reason to continue, and for this matter, Boss John will only praise me and not blame me!"

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Walker soon figured out the reason: "So after I have a good feeling of being served, I will definitely appear at the Block Tavern again!"

Dick Hollab said: "We don't deny this!"

"Interesting, really interesting!" Walker patted the table, not caring about the strange looks from the surrounding guests.

"By the way, I have another question to ask you!"

"Mr. Walker, please speak!"

"Miss America will start soon. I want to enter the scene then. Is there any way you can do it?"

Walker asked.

Regarding the Miss America election, in fact, under the operation of Fanxing Entertainment, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Later this month, the preliminary round will be held, and the competition venue will be the original Folly Tavern on the Atlantic City Boardwalk, which has been renamed Bullock Tavern.

According to the regulations announced by the beauty pageant committee, celebrities in Atlantic City will be invited to the Block Tavern, and the candidates who advance will be decided by presenting flowers to the contestants on the day.

Although it is impossible for the entire Atlantic City people to see this situation, Star Entertainment has invited reporters from the "Atlantic City Post" to take photos at the scene and report the election process in full the next day.

But in any case, it was not easy to enter the Bullock Tavern on that day.

Dick Hollab's eyes lit up, he knew this was big business.

He immediately smiled and said: "Of course, Mr. Downey once said that Block Tavern will not disappoint any guest, but this time the Miss America election has indeed become a grand occasion for our Atlantic City, and every Atlantic City resident

Everyone wants to go in.

It just so happens that I have a ticket in my hand, but this ticket..."

Walker asked understandingly: "Tell me, how much is it?"

Dick Hollab said: "$1,000!"

For a ticket of US$1,000, Dick Holab can get a commission of US$50.

"Wow!" Walker whistled and said with a smile: "It's indeed a large amount of money, but it doesn't mean anything to me!"
To be continued...