As a broker, Tang Zong had a wide circle of friends and an eye for the sky.
However, casinos are an unpopular business, and few countries in the alien world publicly support their development on a large scale.
Therefore, Tang Zong had a dark eye and did not understand the profitability of casinos.
Robert Hawke Jr. smiled and held out a finger.
Tang Zong asked curiously: "1 million Byte Yuan? Or 10 million Byte Yuan?"
Robert Hawke Jr. shook his head repeatedly, stopped trying to make excuses, and said:
"Mr. Tang, a medium-sized casino can make a profit of 100 million yuan a year under normal operating conditions. If it is a large casino, it is not too difficult to make a profit of 1 billion or 10 billion."
Tang Zong said "Ah" in surprise. He didn't expect the profits of the casino to be so high. This was much more profitable than the brokerage business.
If you help this little Robert Hawke handle the casino business, wouldn't you make a fortune? Even if the casino makes 1 billion a year, you can still get 300 million, so you can just sit back and win!
At this time, Tang Zong took the initiative to toast Robert Hawke Jr., and the two drank three glasses of wine in a row, chatting happily.
"Brother Hawke, let's build a large-scale casino. We can make billions and tens of billions a year. In a few years, everyone can retire and go to various countries in the universe to enjoy life and be free and easy! Haha!"
"Mr. Tang, brother, I very much agree with your point of view. It's just that it's very difficult to handle this matter. It not only involves legal issues, but also affects public opinion. Nine out of ten bets in the casino will result in losses. This is also the theoretical basis for our casino's profitability. . Once a large casino has too many gamblers losing money, it will inevitably trigger a large-scale public outcry from ordinary people against us. I’m afraid it won’t end well for us then!”
"Haha, Brother Hawke, just make the casino bigger. I, Tang Zong, have a lot of connections on Planet Komos. If there are some guys who want to cause trouble, I can beat them to death in a matter of minutes!"
Under the dual stimulation of money and beautiful women, Tang Zong drank one cup after another until he was 40% drunk. In the end, he pointed his finger to the sky and slapped his hand on the coffee table, indicating that he was on the planet Komos. Great strength.
Robert Hawke Jr. and Kick Hemingway couldn't help but look at each other and asked in unison: "Mr. Tang, do you...you...you know the ball...the ball." As soon as they said this, they immediately realized the problem. , shut up quickly.
Tang Zong still retained some sense and glanced at the performance of the two of them arrogantly. Instead of answering them directly, he said:
"Hey, brothers, don't ask anything. I won't tell you anything if you ask me. In short, if you ask my Down syndrome public relations company to provide consulting services on Komos, it will definitely be worth your money!"
It was also the first time that the two of them knew that Tang Zong had such a deep relationship on Komos. No wonder people in the business circle like to go to Tang's public relations company to solve problems.
"Hey, you three, serve Mr. Tang well, your tip will be doubled today!"
In order to win over Tang Zong, the two of them ordered the three beauties accompanying them to do their best to please Tang Zong.
All of a sudden, the sound of orioles and swallows was everywhere in the VIP room. Some poured wine for Tang Zong, some rubbed Tang Zong's shoulders, and one fed Tang Zong mouth-to-mouth. The food was so fragrant that it made others envious.
"Stop, stop, I'm going to have sex with three beauties!"
After being comforted by the beauties in turn, Tang Zong drank an unknown amount of wine and felt the urge to urinate. He got up from the pile of pink legs and jade arms and walked out of the room.
There was originally a bathroom in the VIP room, but it was a pity that Kick Hemingway took away a beautiful dancing girl and occupied it. From time to time, the sounds of men and women could be heard from inside.
Tang Zong pushed open the door and walked along the corridor towards the bathroom.
There are VIP rooms on the 188th floor, so the aisles are spacious and bright. The walls on both sides are hung with famous calligraphy and paintings, and there are embroidered carpets under the feet. From time to time, some extraordinary and dignified people come out and enter the VIP rooms.
An imperceptible smile appeared on Yu Zhong's lips. Defense Minister Pablo Garcia was a decent soldier, but he did not belong to his power. Naturally, he could not let Pablo Garcia shine. In Yu Zhong’s heart, Pablo Garcia
It would be better to go to the frontline star system and lead the fleet to fight, instead of staying in the high position of Minister of Defense. The federal election for Fuluo is coming soon. If the government changes, the position of Minister of Defense should also be replaced by someone who is obedient.
"Destroy our civilian passenger spacecraft!" All the federal police officers couldn't help but take a breath of air. These top leaders of the Federation are all human beings. They know that if they agree with Pablo Garcia, they will be ousted by the citizens of the Federation immediately. Although federal soldiers have many fewer worries than police officers in government departments, none of them wants to bear the infamy of massacring their own citizens.
The conference room suddenly fell silent, and you could only hear the "rustling" sound of some people's uneasy footsteps rubbing against the floor!
Some people kept peeking at Asimov and Yu Zhong. According to his position, Asimov should issue this order; according to his power, Yu Zhong can issue this order.
Yu Zhong sneered in his heart: "Hey, at this time, I still respect the federal constitution. Each of you has a higher status than me, and it's not my turn!" An attitude that seems to have nothing to do with him. .
The FBI subordinates have not yet handed him the preliminary results of the investigation of 100 hijacked spacecraft, so Yu Zhong will not take action easily. His current principle is that as long as the FBI does not assume responsibility, everything else will be allowed to develop freely!
Asimov felt everyone's attention and had to step forward to break the silence. He was the person with the highest status here. He raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "This matter is too important and it is not for us to decide." That’s right, let our Head of State decide!”
Hearing Asimov's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly responded: "Yes! Yes! How can it be our turn to decide such a major event! Chief of Staff, you'd better hurry up as soon as possible Inform the Führer!"
Yu Zhong remained silent and quietly closed his eyes to rest. He got some inspiration from this hijacking incident and quickly planned some things in his brain, but he still needed something to confirm. At the same time, he thought to himself: "Huh, Chief of Staff, don't think that you can avoid taking the blame for this. The head of state. That guy Baierden is the most cunning among officials, otherwise he wouldn't have been rushing back from abroad when he received the "level one crisis response." "
Ordinary people in the federation thought that Biden sometimes appeared to be sick, old and dim, and let the power-hungry and foolish deputy head of state, Harris, help handle government affairs, but they did not know that these were matters with great hidden dangers. Each time, after Deputy Head of State Harris had almost handled the situation, Bayerden's condition suddenly improved, and he took back the power given to Deputy Head of State Harris, leaving Deputy Head of State Harris, a woman with a somewhat dark skin, to rejoice in vain.
As the director of the FBI, Yu Zhong used his all-pervasive agents to investigate Baierden's physical condition: "That old guy is in great health, and he is still ambitious to run for the next head of state!" I can't bear to think of this. Zumi glanced at Harris, who was a little out of shape next to her.
Harris has slightly dark skin, brown shoulder-length hair, wearing a white suit, and a pure white pearl necklace around her neck. The charming luster of pearls and the gentle and sophisticated temperament soften Harris' strong suit look.
Speaking of which, Harris is also a legendary figure in the Fulo Federation. She is a hybrid of the Barking Tribe and the Deno Tribe. When she was young, she had delicate eyebrows and beautiful appearance. She was a perfect beauty.
Because of her ancestry and skin color, Harris was discriminated against and excluded. This made her aware of the issues of ancestry and skin color, and determined to change something by entering politics.
Hard work paid off, and after Harris hitched a ride on Bairden, she became the first female deputy head of state of the Foro Federation, and a mixed-race female deputy head of state.
This woman may have a psychological shadow left by the oppression she suffered since childhood, and she is extremely passionate about power. It is a pity that the deputy head of state of the Fulo Federation is the shadow of the head of state. He usually has a low status and no real power. The deputy head of state only has power when the head of state dies or is authorized to them. Biden took advantage of this and asked Harris to take the blame for him time and time again. Today, at such a meeting, Harris only had the right to attend and had no right to speak or make decisions, so she remained silent.
Asimov is the highest-ranking federal official here, so he spoke to Moses: "Mr. Moses, please get through.
Your Excellency the Head of State’s special line! "
"Copy that!" As soon as Moses finished speaking, a huge holographic portrait appeared in mid-air in the core conference hall of the Octagon Building, and every member of the Federation present could see him.
He was an old man with no beard on his face, a slender face, gray hair, and a very friendly smile. As soon as everyone saw him, they stood up immediately, and all the soldiers gave him a federal military salute. This is Baierden, the head of the Fulo Federation.
"Haha, you're welcome, please sit down quickly! Has there been any change in the matter of hijacking the spaceship? You won't contact me if I don't let you! Chief of Staff, please tell me!" Baierden Said in a friendly manner.
Asimov stood up again after sitting down, gave a military salute, and then told what happened just now. Bairdon thought for a while and said seriously to Asimov: "Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, if the strategic base points in our galaxy are known to the enemy, it will be equivalent to destroying our strategic depth, and the Federation will be in extreme danger!"
Speaking of this, Baierden looked embarrassed: "Although I know very well that the situation is urgent and I feel like giving an order, I am now on my way back to the country, and it will take three hours to reach the country. But those hateful robbers hijacked our The passenger spacecraft has been cruising near the strategic base point. If they test the accurate coordinates of our strategic base point within 3 hours, the consequences will be disastrous!"
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