The spy career of a surgeon

Chapter 107
Does he look like Kaizi?

Young, well-dressed, a foreigner, and still alone
Yes, Zhou Qinghe is Kaizi.

But gambling, whether Zhou Qinghe is not interested in it, is not the point. The key is that you can't take it away if you win.

Foreigner, why should I win money and let you go?
Small money is still possible, big money is enough to buy several bad lives.

I love you walking alone in a dark alley, stabbing you twice with bloody eyes.

"No, I have never bet." Zhou Qinghe refused directly.

The thin-faced man who was rejected didn't panic at all, and kept a kind tone:
"It's better if you haven't gambled before. There is a saying in the casino that when a newbie enters the door, he is sure to make a profit but not lose anything. This means that people who have never gambled before are very lucky. If you bet for the first time, you will definitely win. Whatever you do, sir. If you play a few games, won't you have enough money to find a girl tonight?"

"Is it?"

After hearing about the girl, Zhou Qinghe changed his mind.

He remembered that Red Rose once said that the people of the Black Dragon Society were from a gang of gangsters, who were lustful and gambling. It was not impossible to get in touch with various religions and find ways to get clues in this regard.

Seeing that Zhou Qinghe was interested, the man pursued the victory: "Of course, I told you that yesterday there was a boss from Fujian who gambled for the first time and won more than 5000 yuan in one night. The banknotes were piled on the table. It’s as high as a hill.”

"More than 5000 yuan? That's a lot."

Zhou Qinghe laughed and listened, it sounded like this was not a big deal.

If you can blow out 5000, how can the Paramount Casino only make this little money?
Doesn’t this look down upon the value of the largest dance hall in Shanghai?

At first glance, this man has never seen any big money.

Zhou Qinghe carefully observed the material of the man's clothes. The suit was pretty good and probably cost a lot, but the collar of the shirt was a little yellow.

This is not what a decent Shanghai boss should look like.

The temperament is not the same, the face is thinner, there are more wrinkles, and the life is not good enough.

He didn't follow any of his subordinates behind him, and he looked like a flatterer, which was a bit price-deprecating.
Who is this?

Zhou Qinghe raised an eyebrow: "What do you call it?"

The man still maintained his dignity as a boss and said: "Jin Sanbao, if the brothers below call me Lord Jin, you don't have to call me Mr. Jin or Brother Bao. If we meet by chance, it will be a big honor."

Zhou Qinghe smiled noncommittally.

"Okay, Mr. Jin, I'll play a few games with you, but I heard that when new people come, they will give them a red envelope. Is it true?"

Zhou Qinghe made it up.

Jin Sanbao glanced sideways at Zhou Qinghe and said seriously: "We don't have such rules in the concession, but since you mentioned it, boss, I will definitely give you face and seal you a red envelope of 100 yuan. You are the winner." Yes, if I lose, it’s mine.”

"By the way, what do you call me brother?"

It's a bit stingy of you to take action.
Paramount is in the public concession.

Zhou Qinghe followed Jin Sanbao out of Paramount. Jin Sanbao proudly called two rickshaws and said "No. 181", and the rickshaw driver started running.

It seems that No. 181 is really a very famous place, after all, the road name is not mentioned.

Zhou Qinghe remained silent, listening to Jin Sanbao bragging nonsense, so he just said a few words casually.

The rickshaw stopped at a very clever place.

At the junction of the Public Concession and the French Concession, there is a luxuriously decorated building with neon lights flashing outside, suggesting a feast of feasting.

There were so many people coming in and out of the door, and rickshaws were lined up waiting for business. On the other side, there was actually a basement exit, with cars driving out, and a red-headed Asan directing traffic.

Gongxing Club.

Zhou Qinghe had seen this place when he was shopping during the day, but he didn't expect that it was actually a casino.

"Is this Paramount's property? A boss?"

Jin Sanbao smiled: "Boss Zhou, don't look at the concession business, but there are only a few bosses behind it. Paramount is a sign and cannot be used for gambling, so there is this Gongxing Club. I am the boss behind it." Let me tell you, this is it.”

Jin Sanbao gave a thumbs up, his expression showing that he was extremely attracted to this person.

Zhou Qinghe nodded. He believed this. Such a large-scale casino could not be run by a small person in a residential area. There must be great energy behind it.

Zeng Haifeng's Shanghai District Secret Service should have information and know who it is. You can ask later.

But here, Zhou Qinghe's identity to Jin Sanbao became clear.

a broker.

"Let's go then."

The two entered quickly.

With a circular space design, the decoration here is actually more luxurious than that of an international hotel.

The gambling tables are bustling with people, Shanghai is different at night.

"Boss Zhou, this place is for ordinary people. It doesn't suit your status. Let's go upstairs."

Jin Sanbao took Zhou Qinghe to the second floor, took him directly into a luxurious box, asked him to wait, and then went out, saying that he wanted to make arrangements.

Jin Sanbao hurried to a private room, bent down to the middle-aged man inside and said with a smile: "Master Jiu, please borrow a private room."

The middle-aged man glanced at him: "You know the rules, I'll smoke half."

"understand."

Jin Sanbao bent down and bowed to express his thanks. After getting permission, he walked to the booth where he was resting downstairs. He picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it happily, then said proudly to the other three people.

"When the big fish takes the bait, get ready and act like a boss. Don't get stage fright."

"Brother Bao, how much is the money?" One of his subordinates asked immediately. The other two people were also very high-spirited and had stopped drinking. They stared in anticipation of the answer.

"Of course it's more." Jin Sanbao smiled proudly: "I noticed when I was talking to him just now, I said that a Fujian boss won 5000 yesterday. Do you know what his expression was like?"

"What's the expression?" His subordinates were curious.

"I can't see it!"

"Huo." The three men looked at each other and laughed.

Even if you don't like 5000, you can at least spend tens of thousands.

Jin Sanbao finally caught a big fish, and his expression was extremely serious: "Don't be impatient to start later. First, to maintain the boss's style, you must be energetic and treat money as nothing and money as dung.

The second is to be slow, slowly lure him to spend money, and never let him lose too much at once, so as not to make him feel distressed and wake him up. "

Seeing the three men nodding, he continued: "

If by chance he wakes up and wants to leave, you have to stimulate him with words, provoke him, look down on him, and make him reluctant to lose face, you know? "

"Don't worry, Brother Bao, this isn't the first time. We're familiar with each other." The three of them assured with their chests pumped.

Jin Sanbao slapped one person on the head: "How can a boss pat his chest? Show off your momentum, put on a good show, make money, and be popular and drink spicy food for the rest of the day."

"understand."

"Let's go."

Zhou Qinghe went out and called his men: "In the casino at No. 181 of the Concession, you bring 5000 French currency. One person will bring it to box 10 on the second floor. The other person will guard near the entrance of the casino. I will go out at 30:[-]. Go out. Please pay attention to whether there is a tail when it comes."

After making the call, Zhou Qinghe returned to the private room to wait, while a maid brought him drinks.

After waiting and waiting, soon, the Golden Three Treasures left and came back.

He smiled and said: "Boss Zhou, I asked, there is a man next door who wants to play mahjong. Are you interested?"

"I'm not very good at mahjong."

“It’s very simple to play two games and you’ll be fine”

Zhou Qinghe walked to the next door. There was already a fat man in his 30s and a middle-aged man with a Fujian accent. When the two saw Jin Sanbao coming in, they urged him impatiently: "Can you move faster? It's so big." It’s a casino, but it’s so slow to hook up.”

"We're here, we're here." Jin Sanbao put aside his acting, asked Zhou Qinghe to sit down, and then asked.

"Boss Zhou, have you brought this money with you? The ones who will have their capital verified later are all big bosses. Everyone will feel relieved when they see the money, so as not to let the little bastard sneak in."

"Have someone send it over."

"Okay okay."

Jin Sanbao went out to pick up the last person with satisfaction.

The four of them sat down and soon the gambling game began.

Zhou Qinghe really knows mahjong, but he's just not familiar with it. As for winning money by playing mahjong, it's too easy for him.

You can shuffle the cards as you wish. As long as you shuffle them once, the positions of all the cards will be in Zhou Qinghe's mind.

To him, this is a clear sign.

When you see the cards in his hand, you just need to calculate what cards you will play next, what cards you will listen to, and what cards you will draw later.

Even if the three people on the opposite side make small moves to change cards, they can't escape Zhou Qinghe's eyes.

Just change it and recalculate it, there is no difference. Sometimes it is even more interesting to get a good card back.

The three people on the opposite side, adhering to the attitude of letting Zhou Qinghe win two games first, deliberately started to let go.

The release of the water went smoothly, and Zhou Qing and Xiao Hu were successfully given a hand. In their words, they even exaggerated a few words very generously, saying that Zhou Qing and Zhou Qing were lucky to have a good start tonight.

At the beginning of the third round, they looked at each other and started to kill the pig.

But I found that the water was releasing into a flood, and I couldn’t hold it back!
"If you touch me, I'm pretty lucky."

"Hey, I touched it again, 200 for each person, give me money, give me money."

"Hey, what a fool, 200 per person."

Stop being ridiculous!
The faces of the three people opposite began to turn green, their heads began to sweat, their throats began to swallow hard, and the money began to move in a swishing manner.

After only two rounds of fighting, the person on the other side was more than half confused!

The person with the Fujian accent started to wipe his sweat, nervously, this is his job.

The fat man said he had to pee, and turned around to talk to Jin Sanbao, who was waiting in the box.

"How much did you win?" Jin Sanbao was walking around in the box, feeling excited for a long time.

"I didn't win."

"Huh? You haven't started killing yet? It's almost time to kill. Everyone will run away later."

"No. Brother, we have no money." Jin Sanbao was startled, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly: "What do you mean by no money? Where is the money?"

The fat man said with a sad face: "They are all piled up on that person's table."

Jin Sanbao didn't understand, "You mean you lost the 2 yuan I gave you?"

"Another point."

"How many?"

"250."

Jin Sanbao jumped to his feet as if he had been struck by lightning: "You are three against one. What are your methods? Come on, how can you lose?"

"I do not know."

The fat man looked as if he had seen a ghost and said with a sad face: "That person is very lucky, he can do whatever he wants."

"Is he cheating?"

"Definitely not. I observed it and my hands are very clean."

"How is that possible?" Jin Sanbao couldn't accept all this. He actually lost all 2 yuan.

"Brother, do you think he really got lucky the first time?" The fat man couldn't think of other possibilities.

"Fart, this is a casino, not a charity!"

Jin Sanbao cursed and walked around in a hurry.

The fat man smiled bitterly: "Brother, what should we do now? We have no money."

Jin Sanbao's face twitched. After much deliberation, he couldn't just let it go. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll borrow it, but I won't believe it. How can you keep losing?"

Jin Sanbao went out and ran directly to Jiuye's room to explain the reason.

"Lost?" Master Jiu sneered: "You've been pecked in the eye by a wild goose all day long, have you met a ghost? Okay, I'll lend you fifty thousand, but you know the rules, nine out and thirteen back out."

"Twenty thousand is enough." Jin Sanbao sneered.

"Oh, okay, twenty thousand."

Half an hour later, a brand new [-] life extension money arrived on Zhou Qinghe's desk.

"Borrow another thirty thousand."

"Ah."

In another half hour, twenty-seven thousand dollars arrived on Zhou Qinghe's table.

Now my life is completely ruined, and the money cannot be renewed.

From the second time onwards, Jin Sanbao did not believe in evil and stared at him. Now he is completely dumbfounded.

Zhou Qinghe watched as the table was cleared again. The three people in front of him, no, the four people, were no longer green, but pale.

I feel like today is almost over.

After playing mahjong for two hours, I made [-] yuan.

"Let's be here today."

Zhou Qinghe stood up and greeted the maid: "Can you change the US dollars for me? Is there anyone who can help me?"

"Yes." The casino naturally helped, except for charging a five-point rake.

Zhou Qinghe still had twenty-four thousand US dollars in his hand.

Zhou Qinghe took out 1000 US dollars and handed it directly to Jin Sanbao, who was pretending to be calm: "Mr. Jin, the place you brought me to is quite nice. I didn't expect mahjong to be so fun. You give me 100, and I'll give you back 1000, still in US dollars."

Jin Sanbao smiled reluctantly and chose to take it.

"It's over. The usury is [-] yuan. We come home from nine out of nine. Brother Bao, we can't afford to pay it back."

"Brother, how about we do him?"

The fat man pointed at Zhou Qinghe who was leaving and whispered suggestions.

"You want to die." Jin Sanbao is just an ordinary person. How dare he kill people in the concession? Four against two, let's think of a way.

Outside the door, Zhou Qinghe said to the men who brought the money, "Do you remember the appearance of the man in the white suit?"

"Remember." His subordinate nodded.

"Tomorrow, we'll get to know this man's background, and have someone come forward to contact him in the name of the Secret Service, and ask him to find a Japanese with a demon tattoo on his arm. Don't mention the benefits yet, just talk about the country's justice.

Don't show it we know he's short of money.

He will definitely make demands and cannot agree to any other demands except money.

The upper limit is five thousand French currency.

His face turned pale. He went out to raise money so quickly. It was most likely a loan shark and he would take it. "

There are some tricks that the Japanese can use, and he can use them too.

There is nothing better than using a gambler to find a gambler.

Haruzo Miyamoto has a blood debt on his hands, and this person must be found.

Zhou Qinghe cannot come forward in this matter, he has nothing to do with it.

So he reminded: "You showed up, this matter must be handled by others."

"Yes."

"Take the legal currency back, it's useless." Zhou Qinghe tossed the legal currency box and took away his US dollar box.

Take a shower and sleep, and the night passes.

dawn.

Zhou Qinghe found a teahouse to have breakfast. Today's work was to wait for Zeng Haifeng's Shanghai District affairs to ferment in the afternoon. The other thing was to contact and respond to Jin Sanbao. He had plenty of time during the day.

Eating breakfast slowly, I looked at the newspaper with a trembling hand, and saw the news about my clinic on the page.

There was an entire newspaper sub-page, showing how arrogant and arrogant the rich were.

The title is extremely eye-catching and provocative.

"The master of surgery has come to Shanghai to open a new clinic, and his medical skills are unparalleled."

Zhou Qinghe snorted and asked the newspaper editor to polish it up. This polishing was a bit too much.

But it’s an advertisement. If it’s not an exaggeration, who will remember it?
After staying in the hospital for a long time, you will understand that there are many people in this world who cannot find a way to survive with money.

These days, foreigners have more money, live longer than Chinese people, and have more weird diseases, such as tumors.

As long as it is a hit, there will be a steady flow of customers from behind.

All that is missing is a living advertisement.

I don’t know when the first lucky winner will appear.

Zhou Qinghe didn't have to wait too long, just one day.

At noon, Zhou Qinghe knew how powerful this advertisement was.

He walked to Xiafei Road and saw a group of people surrounding the clinic entrance from a distance, pointing at the clinic. Inside, several Europeans and Americans were talking to Ma Qingqing angrily.

Several young girls have gone through training, and they are definitely not lacking in courage and will not be intimidated by men, but the other party has many people and strength, and it seems that they are still weak.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qinghe walked over to the town hall and glanced at the white man: "What's the noise about?"

"Boss." Ma Qingqing quickly told what happened.

It is said that these Europeans and Americans are doctors at St. Mary's Hospital. After reading the newspaper, I was extremely angry at the words "unparalleled medical skills" they complained about in the newspaper. Especially after I heard that the doctor was Chinese, He immediately demanded that the advertisement be withdrawn and an apology was published in the newspaper.

Oh, that's what happened, then Zhou Qinghe understood that there is no first in civility and no second in martial arts. This is the point of dignity that stimulates the hearts of Europeans and Americans. After all, how can Chinese people do any surgery?

However, strictly speaking, doctors should be regarded as martial arts, not literary, and good ones are good. Although what the newspaper said is straightforward, there is actually nothing wrong with it.

"Are you that arrogant, stupid and unaware doctor boss?" Ma De had a dark face and laughed angrily when he saw that the person who came was actually a young and excessive doctor.

"Which medical school did you graduate from, and you dare to say that your medical skills are unparalleled?"

"If you don't take it back and make a public apology in the newspaper, explaining how stupid you are."

"I will unite all doctors and hospitals to propose to the Medical Office of the Public Security Bureau that your qualification to practice medicine in the French Concession be revoked, and you will be expelled from the French Concession and banned from entering the French Concession for life."

the other side.

Public Affairs Bureau, Medical Office.

The circulation of newspapers is not large these days, but they are widely disseminated. After all, there are not many publications for people to read, and people have limited channels for information. Most of them come from newspapers.

Also, who can refuse to get a newspaper when going to the tub?

French aunt is getting paid to use the toilet.

Yesterday, a young doctor with great discernment came here. He was very generous and gave him 1000 yuan.

This price, even for her, who is French, is a huge sum of money and a considerable amount of income.

So, she was in a good mood.

Plus paid toilet breaks make me feel even better.

The good mood ended when I saw this advertisement.

She remembered the name of this clinic. Oh, Holy Virgin Mary. Its surgical capabilities were unparalleled. What an exaggeration!
Don’t you know that your pharmaceutical qualifications were obtained through the back door?

I am your guarantor!

With years of experience in government, she knew immediately what was coming.

She didn't hesitate for a second and chose to pinch off.

She needs her money back.

and destroy the file.

There is no time to delay!

(End of this chapter)