Yang Ming bought a newspaper on the roadside and held it in his hand so that he looked more like a local - a white-collared worker working in a company.
Yang Ming came into the vicinity of the gambling seminar venue according to the address provided in the "Australian Street Shopping" magazine. This place was a small private club. When Yang Ming got in, he was stopped by the security guard at the door. "Hello, sir. Please show me the invitation card."
Yang Ming was stunned. He didn't expect that he needed an invitation card to enter here. It seemed that entering this place required a strict investigation. Yang Ming smiled in pleasantry. "I don't have an invitation card. I thought it is open to the public."
"I'm sorry sir. You can't enter without an invitation." The security politely reached out his hand and stopped it in front of Yang Ming.
