My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1155 - 391. Oh no, the village chief is a heretic.

Chapter 1155: 391. Oh no, the village chief is a heretic.

"Life is pretty good; I didn’t waste too much breath before I persuaded Doris to get involved in the construction and operation of the casino."

The quick persuasion was due to two factors: for one, Doris herself was not steadfast.

As the leader of the Blood Rat Gang, she had to secure benefits for her brothers and sisters to solidify her position. Moreover, the addition of the Iron Fist Gang had doubled the strength of the Blood Rat Gang, and the original benefits were no longer sufficient to distribute.

Doris had to find new ways to increase profits to bolster her authority.

For those living in the grey areas, pragmatism is a necessary and friendly attitude towards life. And the loyalty a leader can command is always tied to the profits everyone gets. A boss who can’t lead his brothers and sisters to wealth, no matter how honorable, is not a qualified leader.

Secondly, besides being the leader of the Blood Rat Gang, Doris was also a descendant of Adel; she was tasked with earning operating funds for the Shadow Intelligence Bureau.

If the former reason could be explained as consideration for the brothers’ future, then being able to earn enough money to help the Shadow Intelligence Bureau develop rapidly was directly related to her career and her status within the Blood Vulture Clan.

So Doris, taking the path of least resistance, quickly left village three with the business plan given to her by Old Huo and his secretaries and went to report to Lady Adel.

After Doris left, Old Huo and his secretaries finally relaxed.

"Maybe I feel like we have a great advantage, or maybe this is an ominous illusion, but honestly, I think we can pop the champagne now."

Old Huo turned to his "Stunned Birds and Fallen Geese, Closed Gate Flower" four beauties jokingly and said,

"With the full cooperation of Miss Doris, the ’local big boss,’ the odds of this development plan passing have greatly increased. We’re about to start making big money."

"I think you’re still too optimistic, boss. We still have a lot of issues to face," said Chenyu, who had been busy with the plan for several days, massaging her temples while reclining in her chair, speaking to the smiling Old Huo,

"First, we’ve only drawn up a plan. The main construction work still needs time, and like we were just saying, even if we model it on the Gambling City, the services we can provide to our patrons—both in variety and quality—are very limited.

The locals are too belligerent and brave, even the women of Transylvania don’t fall behind, and this character means that they can become great guards but are hardly capable of providing services to customers.

We’ve still got to pick out a group of well-mannered, educated, and resolute refugees from the Kato area who can resist temptation. We need to train their etiquette and get ’Lady Shui’ to custom-make their uniforms.

We also need a professional management agent, and it also takes time to order various gambling devices from Count Shuren with the help of the Blood Rat Gang..."

"I admit these are issues, but I also believe that Las Vegas wasn’t much better off when it first started to develop," Old Huo disagreed, shaking his head,

"I’m not trying to gain too much too fast, sisters.

The Black Disaster is coming.

In such a state of panic, even the best casino won’t attract more customers, and even the most gambling-inclined Beilao and Xilan People will keep some funds for a quick escape when necessary.

To put it plainly, all we’re doing now is testing the waters.

Once we defeat the Black Disaster and peace descends on the Continent again, that will be our real chance to make a big move. From this point of view, we’ve got plenty of time.

We’ll have plenty of opportunities for trial and error to perfectly ’localize’ our Other World experience and find the business model that best fits this land.

As for the casino itself...

Once it’s on track, we won’t even need to be involved; we can leave the operation to the locals and just by taking dividends, we’ll be among the wealthiest in the game."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As Old Huo spoke, there was a knock on the door, then it was pushed open, and Little Brother Fu, looking displeased, strode in, grumbling as he walked,

"I heard you heartless guy is building a casino to harm the locals..."

"Stop! The trap hasn’t been deactivated yet!"

"Holy shit! What trap? Holy shit! What is this?"

Old Huo’s roar and Little Brother Fu’s screams almost coincided, as Little Brother Fu, eager to save his good buddy’s soul, stepped on the still-active resentful spirit trap.

The trap, personally set by Old Huo, released a howl, and four green resentful spirits lunged, snapping teeth and claws, at the distraught Little Brother Fu.

Luckily, Old Huo hadn’t slacked off on his Spiritual Energy manipulation training in recent days. Reacting quickly and forming the Dharma Seal, he cast the "Manipulator of Evil Spirits" art system, and, gritting his teeth, managed to subdue the howling resentful spirits, returning them to their "Seed of the Resentful Spirit" posture.

Breathless, he stepped forward to place the dimly glowing Psionic Seeds back into his special spirit-binding bag and then glared fiercely at the sheepish Little Brother Fu.

In exasperation, he said,

"When are you going to fix this recklessness of yours? Haven’t I said before? Don’t mess with my stuff. The ways of Cunning Magicians are secretive and vicious; one wrong move and you’d get cut off from the internet for three days."