Gambling Palace was founded in the late Qing Dynasty. At first, it was just a small gambling house on the street. Its name was not called "Gambling Palace", but "Gambling House".
It is said that the owner of the gambling house is a monk who has returned to secular life. I don’t know where he learned the superb gambling skills. After returning to secular life, he started this business that ruined his family.
To this day, the name of this monk boss cannot be verified. Anyway, back then, people just called him "monk", but now they call him "gambler monk" or "ancestor".
Perhaps because he has been a monk for a long time, the owner of the gambling house did not forget to bring along some of the monastic rules and regulations even though he was engaged in such a shady business.
In the monk's gambling shop, everything must be "absolutely fair". Anyone who cheats money in his place, or joins a group to defraud people, will definitely be seen through by the boss at a glance and exposed in public; if it is minor,
He would be kicked out of the gambling den and would not be welcomed, or worse, he would be beaten half to death and thrown into the street.
The psychology of gamblers is very subtle. Most of them actually cannot afford to lose, but they are unwilling to admit that they cannot afford to lose, so they lose more.
And the gambling house... gave them a place where they could "be convinced of their loss". People who came out of there, even if they lost and were penniless, could only blame themselves for their bad luck and had nothing to say.
For gamblers, that's enough...it seems that the loser is not themselves, but God.
Over time, the name "Gambling House" spread.
Finally one day, the name of the gambling house reached the ears of a certain local official, who was also a gambling addict. The next day, he disguised himself and entered the gambling house.
It's a pity... Mr. Liu's gambling skills and luck were both bad, and he lost all his money not long after entering the gambling house.
It stands to reason that if a corrupt official like him loses, then he loses. Anyway, he just gained the people's wealth and wealth, so he can just lose it and leave... However, Mr. Liu's gambling is also very bad. After he lost,
He immediately revealed his identity and started shouting loudly, saying that the banker was trying to defraud him out of his money.
So, the clerk in the store called the boss...that is, the monk. The monk listened to what happened, smiled calmly, and proposed to have another bet with Mr. Liu.
In this game, he used all his wealth to bet on Master Liu's words.
If the monk loses, he loses all his wealth. If Mr. Liu loses, he only loses one sentence, and this sentence is "I, Liu, am convinced that I lost today."
Master Liu agreed to the bet and was quickly defeated.
But... he did not fulfill the agreement. He just waved his sleeves, snorted coldly, and left the gambling house.
How could he know... that by leaving, he would end his own life.
On the night of the next day, Mr. Liu died suddenly in his home. His death was miserable and the cause of death was unknown.
Although a local official died, it cannot be said to be a minor case... But it was the period when the Boxer Rebellion was at its most violent. Coupled with political corruption, internal and external troubles, the imperial court had no time to investigate the matter in detail. In the local law enforcement agencies
If the investigation proves fruitless, the matter will be dropped...
It's just... Although no one is investigating officially, the rumors about this matter among the people are getting more and more intense.
In less than half a year, the story of "Gambling Monk Killed Liu Tan" has spread among women and children in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, and everyone's version will add more and more spices, making it more and more mysterious.
The name "Gambling House" also spread along with the story, which caused the business of Gambling House to develop rapidly, and soon it turned from a small gambling shop into a large casino.
Soon after, many gambling masters came here to challenge the gambling monk, but no one could beat the monk; and after these people lost, they were all impressed by the monk's gambling skills and magnanimity, or
Become close friends, or become disciples... As for these gambling and fighting stories, they have naturally become legends circulating in the streets and alleys.
Later, an accidental opportunity changed the future destiny of "Gambling House"...
That time, there was a conflict between the owners of the other two casinos, and they wanted to compete over gambling, but neither of them believed in the manpower assigned by the other, so the gambling could not start. In the end... I don't know who said, "
Then why not ask the monk from the gambling house to host it for you?"
As a result... they really went to invite him, and the monk really went. Due to his principle of "absolute fairness", the entire gambling process went on flawlessly. After the gambling was over, the loser handed over the money without saying a word.
, leave...
In this way, it became the first time for "Gambling House to host gambling games for others"...
From then on, more and more people came to Gambling House to conduct fair gambling games, and the monk was undoubtedly too busy for himself, so the masters he met and recruited also came forward in the name of "Gambling House" and went out to host gambling games.
By 1920, when the monk died, the gambling house was no longer a casino, but an organization that hosted gambling games for people and took commissions from them.
The second-generation boss regarded the "gambler monk" who had never lost his life as his ancestor, and renamed the gambling house "Gambling King's House", which means that the monk is the emperor of gambling.
Time flies by, and in the 1930s and 1940s, there are many concessions in City S and gangs are prevalent.
At this time, it was the peak period of Gambling Emperor Zhai. The people they served were few and far between the common people... In those days, those who could invite "Gambling Emperor Zhai" to host the gambling games had to be at least Jianghu.
A person of the level of a boss, socialite or military or political official.
The content of the gambling game is usually a huge amount of property, or... life.
This is what gambling is like. As the chips a person loses become heavier and heavier, the weight of life in his heart will become lighter and lighter.
At this time, things like "credit" become very ridiculous. It's like... there is a gang brother with a dozen brothers gambling with an unarmed common man... as long as the latter wins an amount of one
If the amount is unacceptable to the former, what awaits him will inevitably be breach of contract and silence.
The existence of Gambling Palace is to supervise and prevent this kind of situation from happening. As long as there is a witness from Gambling Palace, the loser must pay the price he bet... no matter what the price is.
If the loser breaks the contract, the people from Gambling Palace will be responsible for "collecting the opponent's chips" for the winner. Whether it's money or life, no matter who the person is or what he lost... Gambling Palace has a way to make him
Pay what you have to pay, and never fail.
This... is also the purpose that everyone who knows about the existence of "Gambling Emperor's House" needs to understand.
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A century later, in City S, in the office of a well-known entrepreneur.
"You...actually know about Gambling Emperor Zhai?" Jiang Daode asked in a deep voice.
He didn't mean to be pretentious, because he understood that it was impossible for the other party to report those three words out of thin air; what Jiang Daode wanted to know was... how did the boy at the other end of the video know that he was connected to Gambling Emperor Zhai?
How many details do you know?
"Of course that's because..." Feng Bujue said with a smile, "I am also a member of Gambling Emperor Zhai."
"You...said...what?" A shocked expression appeared on Jiang Daode's face involuntarily.
"Is this weird?" Feng Bujue asked.
"You?" Jiang Daode immediately sneered, "Humph... just you?" He paused for half a second, "Do you know how much a membership of Gambling Emperor Zhai is worth on the black market?"
"About 30 million yuan." Feng Bujue replied calmly, "However... this kind of valuation is of little use, because their number of members is currently saturated and they are no longer for sale. And the existing members
You cannot buy, sell or transfer your membership privately." He stretched lazily in front of the camera, "Of course... you can use your membership as a bet in the presence of the gambler...
…Betting against others, as long as the gambler approves the bet, transfer may occur.”
"It seems that your rules for Gambling Emperor Zhai are really..." When Jiang Daode said this, he suddenly thought of something, and he immediately exclaimed, "Wait... Could it be that you..."
"Yes, I earned my membership." Feng Bujue spread his hands and continued, "Haha... Speaking of which... I feel a little sorry for the guy who took away my qualification, because in these years I have never
None of them have exercised their rights as members.”
After saying this, Feng Bujue paused for two seconds and then said: "Oh, by the way, I can also tell you about another question in your mind..." He continued leisurely, "You must be thinking, even if
I am really a member of Gambling Palace, but members may not know each other, so how do I know your identity?"
Jiang Daode said nothing and looked at the screen silently, waiting for Brother Jue's answer.
"Haha... Actually, that was also an unexpected gain." Feng Bujue said, "When I was investigating your private life and personal history, I accidentally discovered that you were related to a disappearance case twenty years ago... So
, I found a few sources (Bao Qing) who were close to me, retrieved some information at the time, and roughly deduced the whole story..." He tilted his head and pointed at Jiang Daode through the video screen.
, "You are not Chiang Daode at all."
The moment these words were spoken, Jiang Daode felt as if a vat of hot oil had been poured on his head, and he jumped up in shock.
"If I guess correctly..." Feng Bujue continued, "Back then, the real Jiang Daode made a bet with you and lost everything."
"You...what are you..." This "Jiang Daode" was completely surrounded by fear at this time, and the huge psychological pressure made him hesitate to speak.
"After the gambling game, Gambling Emperor Zhai disposed of Jiang Daode's body and arranged a secret plastic surgery for you. A year later, they arranged a car accident and killed Jiang Daode's parents in South Korea. So
As soon as you come, you get his identity, education, appearance, inheritance... in short, his entire life." Feng Bujue was still talking, "And you yourself... became a missing person. I'm right.
Right? Feng..."
"That's enough!" The "Jiang Daode" in front of him didn't let Feng Bujue tell him his original name. He shouted quickly, "You..." He glared at Brother Jue, and then pointed at Ouyang Jian, "...
…and you! You’d better know who you’re dealing with!”
"Hmph...is this another meaningless threat? What's going on? Do you still want to silence me?" Feng Bujue said, "With all due respect, I don't think you have the courage or ability to use violence yourself. If
If you want to use other methods, then feel free to do it yourself. I would like to see...if you fight me, will you die first or me? Hehehehe..." At the end of these words, his face showed
A smile that makes people shudder.
"You..." Jiang Daode sat back on the boss's chair, staring at the screen with his whole body trembling, and asked, "...what do you want?"
"I said... I'm just playing a game with you." Feng Bujue said, "I've already called the gambler. We'll start as soon as they arrive."
dong dong dong
Cao Cao was about to arrive. Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the chairman's room.
"I'll do it." Ouyang Jian said as he stood up from the chair and walked towards the door.
Jiang Daode was not in the mood to care about this at the moment. A series of sudden mental blows made his thinking become a mess.
After the person who knocked on the door entered the house, Ouyang Jian waved his hand and closed the door.
This visitor is a man in a light-colored Tang suit. He looks to be about thirty years old. He has short, shiny hair, combed back, and wears a pair of cloth shoes without socks.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang. We meet again." As soon as he entered the room, he walked straight to the desk and said hello to "Jiang Daode".
"How did you..." Jiang Daode originally wanted to ask the security guard on the first floor how he came up after seeing his appearance, but after he finished speaking, he felt that the question was unnecessary, "...Forget it, of course.
I didn't say it." He paused and said, "Hello, Mr. Kujo..."
Obviously, this is not the first time that the gambling supervisor, Jiu Tiao, has come to preside over a gambling game in which Mr. "Chiang Daode" participates.
"I'm really honored..." Kujo said, casting his eyes towards the suitcase on the table and looking at the screen. "Mr. Feng, a member who has never asked for our services, actually contacted the gambling supervisor today, and even
Make it clear...please choose a gambler who is familiar with Mr. Jiang."
Hearing this, Jiang Daode couldn't help but look at Brother Jue again. The weird smile on this kid's face was getting more and more terrifying...
"I just think it would be easier to find a gambler he knows well, lest he suspect that I randomly found a friend to pretend to be from Gambling Palace." Feng Bujue responded, then continued, "Okay,
Mr. Kujo, I don’t have much time. Since you are here, how about I start explaining the rules?”
"Wait!" Jiang Daode immediately shouted loudly and interrupted, "How can you start the gambling game if you are not present?"
"Ha... there's nothing wrong with that." Feng Bujue shrugged and smiled, "As long as my absence does not lead to any factors that are beneficial to me in terms of rules and gambling content, what's wrong with that?"
"He's right." Kujo continued, "There is no requirement that gambling parties must face each other before the game can begin. We often encounter remote gambling situations. If there are loopholes in the rules that he can exploit, I will not let the game begin.
.”
Jiang Daode hesitated for a few seconds, and then said: "Okay... put the rules aside for now, and you tell me first... what do you want to bet with me?"
