He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 27 Ancient Las Vegas

Qin Chuan looked at Qian Ye's expression and knew that the man had taken his previous words to heart.

After a brief pause, he spoke again:

"Mr. Qian, since we're going to make money off the rich, Everlasting Victory Casino naturally has to be different from other casinos."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the accountant jumped out again, mocking, "With your errand-running job, you think you can make money from rich people? That's just wishful thinking."

"The manager is joking," Qin Chuan said calmly, as if stating something perfectly clear. "When did I ever say I wanted to earn that kind of money by running errands?"

The person in charge was momentarily speechless.

Qin Chuan didn't give him a chance to catch his breath: "The errand-running jobs can't even support the meager profits in the main hall, let alone the wealthy people on the second floor. What I mean by 'different' is that the rules, practices, and reputation of the entire Changsheng Gambling House all need to be completely changed."

Hearing this, the manager's face flushed red with anger, his lips trembling. He retorted loudly, "What do you know about rules and etiquette, you little beggar? How many rich people have you seen? How much silver have you ever handled? You've never even been to the second floor, what do you know? Gambling houses have always had these rules and etiquette since ancient times. You want to change them? That's utter nonsense!"

That's enough.

Mr. Qian spoke up.

The sound wasn't loud, but there was absolutely no sound inside the small house.

The manager's mouth was still open, but he swallowed the words back, his face turning purple.

Qian Ye didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on Qin Chuan.

Those eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, as well as a hint of curiosity that had been piqued by the words.

"You say it has to be different, then tell me, how exactly will it be different?"

Qin Chuan knew that he had to bring out something real this time.

"If I may be so bold as to offer a few immature ideas to Master Qian, please accept them as mere idle chatter. If they are correct, please take them as amusement."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Life is nothing more than eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. If Changsheng Gambling House wants to keep making money from the rich, it can't just be a gambling house."

"Oh?" Mr. Qian's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Qin Chuan continued, "Gambling houses are all about money, and winning money is also about money. Do rich people lack money? No. What they lack is something that other gambling houses can't offer."

He held up one finger. "First, face. How do we give them face? We provide a private car service. When they want to come to the gambling den, the gambling den sends a carriage to pick them up. The carriage is lined with soft cushions, hot tea is prepared, and there are people to serve them. When they arrive at the door, someone greets them and says, 'Sir, you've arrived.' After they finish gambling, they are sent back."

"Think about it, if he gambles elsewhere, he has to drive himself here; but if he gambles here, he gets picked up and dropped off, and even has people serving him on the way. This gives him face. Once he has face, he'll be more willing to come."

The manager's lips twitched, as if he wanted to retort, but after glancing at Master Qian's expression, he shut his mouth again.

Qin Chuan raised his second finger.

"Secondly, once people arrive, you have to serve them completely. How do you serve them completely? It's nothing more than eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and everything in between."

"Outrageous!" The manager finally snapped. "What nonsense are you spouting? This is a gambling den, not a restaurant or brothel..."

"Let him finish speaking." Master Qian interrupted the steward directly, his tone neither too loud nor too soft, but it was like a bucket of cold water, pouring cold water over the steward from head to toe, scaring him so much that he shut his mouth and dared not say another word.

With Qian Ye's permission, Qin Chuan became much more open in his subsequent narration.

He took the Las Vegas model, adapted it to the current situation, and localized it, bringing it out one by one.

As Mr. Qian listened, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

As the manager of the gambling den, he could naturally discern the intricacies and significance of the situation.

After Qin Chuan finished speaking, he lowered his head slightly, took half a step back, and remained silent.

The manager stared at Qin Chuan, mouth agape, wanting to retort, wanting to say, "These are all crooked methods," wanting to say, "I've been running a gambling den for over a decade and I've never heard of such absurd things."

But when he glanced at Master Qian, who was deep in thought with his eyes closed, his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and he could only swallow all his words.

The room was quiet for a while.

Finally, Master Qian opened his eyes, looked at Qin Chuan, and asked, "Where did you learn all this from?"

Qin Chuan cupped his hands and replied, "I haven't studied it. It's just that when I'm running errands in the gambling den, I observe, think, and ponder. I learn what those gentlemen want, what they lack, and what they care about by observing them. After seeing a lot, I get a sense of it."

Master Qian stared at him for several moments, then suddenly smiled.

"it is good."

Master Qian uttered a single word, then turned his head to look at the accountant who dared not utter a sound.

"Zhao Fuquan".

The manager's legs twitched, and he forced a smile before replying, "Yes, sir."

"What this kid said," Master Qian gestured slightly with his chin toward Qin Chuan, "you take him and try it out for a month. Choose two elegant rooms on the second floor and set them up exactly as he described. You decide on the manpower, money, and rules, but you can't omit anything he says."

The manager's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Mr. Qian," his voice was dry, "this kid talks nonsense. If we really followed his advice, the rules of the gambling den would be completely messed up..."

"Zhao Fuquan," Master Qian spoke again, his face now showing a hint of impatience, "I'm asking you to do something."

Upon hearing this, the manager felt a chill run down his spine, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

He knew there was no room for negotiation, so he quickly lowered his head and replied, "Yes."

Having received the answer, Mr. Qian nodded, then stood up, preparing to leave.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan quickly stepped forward.

However, he didn't walk towards Master Qian, but instead went towards the steward Zhao Fuquan.

Qin Chuan grabbed the hand of the steward, Zhao Fuquan, his face beaming with smiles, and said warmly, "Uncle Zhao, we'll be working together from now on, and I'll be relying on your help a lot. You tell me, we can definitely handle the things Master Qian asked us to do, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuquan, the steward, initially didn't want to acknowledge Qin Chuan, but seeing that Master Qian was still there and hadn't left, he could only force a smile and reply, "Of course. Since we're working for Master Qian, how could we not do it well?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuquan felt a sudden chill in his surroundings, causing him to involuntarily shrank back.

Qin Chuan's smile remained unchanged, and his grip on Zhao's hand tightened even more: "Uncle Zhao, shall I come to the accounting office to see you first thing tomorrow morning? Let's reserve those two elegant rooms first, and then see what else we need to add. I'll make a list for you to review, approve the payments, and take the lead. I'm just a gofer; the big decisions are up to you."

"Alright," Zhao Fuquan pulled his hand back and wiped it on his sleeve. "Tomorrow morning, at noon, the accounting office. Don't be late."

Qin Chuan nodded: "Uncle Zhao, don't worry, I'll be on time."