As Yang Jian and Biao Biao chatted, more and more people came to gamble, and the money on the tables increased, with both the single and double sides of each round filled with money.
At this time, the inner security guards needed to pay attention to the tables, mainly to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the chaos to disrupt the order of the venue.
To Yang Jian's surprise, with so many people betting, the money on the tables was almost full, yet after each round, no one argued about mistakes in the money. It seemed everyone was abiding by the casino's rules.
"Five thousand to cap the table, the Emperor bets five thousand, and the rest is mine."
Seeing the venue getting lively, Xiao Wu began to exert himself and increase his bets, placing a stack of hundred-yuan bills in front of Wu Wangchun on the double side.
Yang Jian didn't understand this move either, wondering why Xiao Wu would take the Emperor's money. Shouldn't he be betting on single or double himself? Wu Wangchun didn't object, glancing at the table to see if anyone else was betting.
"Alright, bets are closed. The Emperor bets five thousand, and the house opens."
As Wu Wangchun revealed the dice under the teacup, the numbers were two and five, totaling seven points, a win for the single side.
Song Jianmin counted out five thousand from the Emperor's money on a bill counter and gave it to Xiao Wu. Simultaneously, two dealers collected all the money on the double side and paid it to the single side. About five to six hundred yuan remained, which was all given to Xiao Wu.
"Brother Wu is spirited."
Song Jianmin and Biao Biao shouted in unison.
Xiao Wu picked up two hundred yuan and gave it to Song Jianmin, then stacked two more two-hundreds and handed them to Biao Biao: "Biao Biao, Little Yang, take this for tea."
Yang Jian was completely bewildered. He didn't understand this way of gambling, only knowing that Xiao Wu had won over five thousand, and this money was directly won from the Emperor. Giving them money was receiving a "red bonus."
"Biao Biao, I didn't quite understand Boss Wu's betting method just now, can you explain it?"
Biao Biao gave him two hundred yuan: "Boss Wu gambled like this because he felt the stakes were too small. The Emperor capped the table at five thousand, so he bet five thousand separately against the Emperor. After the money on the table was offset by singles and doubles, he would be responsible for the outcome, whether winning or losing."
Yang Jian nodded: "Then why did the Emperor cap the table?"
"Not capping the table is disadvantageous to the Emperor. For example, if the Emperor didn't cap the table, as a gambler, if I lost a hundred yuan on single in the first round, I would bet double, two hundred, in the second round. If I lost again, I'd bet four hundred, and so on. People with money can keep doubling their bets until they win once, which puts the Emperor at a significant disadvantage, forcing him to lose."
"What you say makes sense, but doubling bets is also very risky. What if there are ten or more consecutive singles? Even the richest person can go broke."
"Yes, that situation definitely exists, but the probability is small. So, capping the table benefits both sides."
Despite this, Yang Jian still felt that capping the table was more advantageous to the Emperor.
With Xiao Wu's commotion, the venue immediately became more lively. The two people sent by Boss Xiong to support the house also continuously increased their bets, with each round's wins and losses exceeding five thousand yuan.
The Emperor had wins and losses, and Song Jianmin's rate of collecting "house cuts" quickened. Once the collected house cut money reached five thousand, he handed it to Si Xi, who stood behind him. Si Xi then immediately delivered this money to Song Jianmei, who sold cigarettes and drinks next to the casino, for safekeeping.
Song Jianmei and her husband were responsible for cooking for the company members. In their spare time, they sold items at the venue, mainly cigarettes and drinks, as well as some snacks. Their prices were much higher than outside stores.
A bottle of black tea that sold for three yuan outside was sold for five yuan here, a can of soda cost ten yuan, and cigarettes were also five to ten yuan more expensive than in stores.
Tea eggs were three for ten yuan, and a packet of instant noodles was ten yuan. These goods were all highly profitable.
Song Jianmei's business was quite good, especially the drinks and snacks, which were bought by many people. Yang Jian felt that she made the easiest money in this place. Coupled with her salary, her daily income was steadily in the high hundreds or even over a thousand yuan.
Around 4 PM, Xiao Wu got up and left the gambling table, clearly having won money. He then called Yang Jian aside and slipped him five hundred yuan.
"Thank you, Brother Wu."
This was another "red bonus." Yang Jian did not refuse, nor could he, as it would be disrespectful to Xiao Wu. Song Jianmin had specifically instructed him that receiving red bonuses in the casino was normal and was the primary source of income for the inner security guards. The salary given by Brother Hao was not much.
Xiao Wu didn't say much, patted his shoulder, and left.
This five hundred yuan was given only to him. Yang Jian felt that Xiao Wu was trying to win him over, and he might be asked to do things for him in the future. He would definitely not do anything illegal, and he would take things one step at a time.
The gambling continued until 7 PM. In their jargon, gambling sessions were called "classes," starting was "class beginning," and ending was "class end." Yang Jian noticed that Song Jianmin had collected over fifteen thousand yuan in house cuts in total.
At the end of the session, Song Jianhao paid the professional "outsiders" their fees. Each participant had been registered by Si Xi: one hundred yuan per person, three hundred for those with cars, and seven hundred for team leaders.
This fee alone cost eight thousand yuan. Then, one thousand yuan was given to internal staff, and one thousand to Xiao Wu. Song Jianhao's income for the day was five thousand yuan, but he still had to cover rent and living expenses.
There were no gambling sessions in the evening, which was also called "class off." After a simple cleanup of the casino, all members of the gambling company returned to their rented accommodation. Song Jianmei's husband, Xiao Song, had already prepared dinner.
"Let's take this opportunity to summarize today's work."
After dinner, Song Jianhao kept everyone for a meeting.
"Today was the first day of classes, and overall, it went smoothly. The inner security guards performed well, maintaining order. However, I must criticize the outer security guards, especially Si Gou. He actually fell asleep in the car while on watch. You pack your bags and leave tomorrow morning. I don't keep idle people here."
"Brother Hao, I was wrong. Give me one more chance, and I promise not to make any more mistakes."
Si Gou was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, standing in front of Song Jianhao with his head down, looking anxious.
"Give you a chance? Do you know the importance of being a security guard? Our safety is in your hands. This is not our hometown. If we get caught, we're all finished. I'll be sentenced to at least five years, and you're trying to get me killed! There's no discussion, get out!"
Song Jianhao became increasingly angry. If it weren't for the late hour, he would have kicked him out immediately.
"Brother Hao, I was wrong, I was wrong, please give me a chance."
Si Gou actually knelt on the ground. He clearly didn't want to leave. Here, food and lodging were provided, and he earned a hundred yuan a day, which was much better than working outside. He had no diploma and no skills. Working as a laborer on construction sites only paid fifty yuan a day, and he had to pay for his own food, besides it being tiring and dangerous.
This action greatly surprised Yang Jian. He couldn't believe someone would kneel for such a shady job. He felt that no matter how much money he had earned in the casino during this period, he would never compromise his dignity. He would rather quit.