Enzio's breathing was a little rapid, and the constant flow of water on the gambling table made his throat itchy and his tongue dry.
He had never seen so much money!
His father was an Imperial who longed to be superior and tried to imitate the people of the Federation. He only told his children to obey the laws of the Federation instead of letting them fight for happiness.
So in the past twenty years, Enzio's life has not been good, and has been full of poverty and hardship.
But when so much money appeared in front of him, he understood poverty, suffering, and the essence of all misfortunes at that moment - it was money!
Yes, more money brings happiness, less money brings pain, this is the truth, and it is irrefutable.
If his father had money, he would vent his emotions at home and use domestic violence all day long, and his mother would not leave them.
If his father had money, he wouldn't be hanging out with the poor guys around him, racking his brains for where to get a little more money the next day. He would be driving the latest convertible in the Bay Area and talking about his ideals with the beautiful girls.
Money makes people happy, but also makes people miserable.
With so much money, he must be very happy.
Just put five dollars on the table and with a little luck, five dollars will turn into ten dollars.
He looked at Morris, who looked at him and shook his head slightly, "Think about my father."
Morris's father was a gambler and he was a gambler during the Empire.
The reason their family was able to come to Federation was due to a "big gamble". His father bet that they would be happy after coming to Federation, and of course it was also to avoid debt collectors.
He sold his only house and moved to Commonwealth with his family.
Federal's life is not good. He has no job and cannot find a suitable job. The only way he can make money for his family is to be a pimp for his wife.
At the beginning it cost seven or eight yuan per visit, then five yuan per visit, and now it only costs three yuan per visit.
At least a third of the men on this street have been to Morris's home and felt the path he took when he came into this world.
He hated it at first, but now he is numb.
His father always thought he could win back what he lost at the gambling table, but in the end he only lost more.
Enzio knew that poor and hateful man, and his hand holding the banknotes was not so tight. Morris loosened his hand and watched Enzio put the money back into his pocket.
"We are here to make money, not to lose it. I have been here for several years and have never seen anyone really win. Everyone is losing money!"
As he was talking, a gambler sitting at the gambling table asked the dealer for another ticket at the loud shouts of the people around him. It was twelve points, a very contradictory number.
There are fifty-two cards in a deck of cards, and only sixteen of them are "tens", so all cards above 10 count as tens.
There are fourteen cards on the deck, and five of them are ten points. In other words, among the remaining thirty-eight cards, only eleven are ten points. The probability of getting a ten point is only twenty-eight percent.
Of course, a gambler would not calculate these. If he did, he would most likely not be sitting at the gambling table, but sitting in the office of a company.
But he knew that ten points were limited, and based on the order in which the cards were dealt, he had a high probability of getting a number other than ten, so he asked for the cards.
The dealer turned over a ten and gave it to him, "Buster, bro," but took away the cards and chips in front of him as he looked at him in disbelief.
Someone in the crowd behind him suddenly slapped him on the head. "Is this a draft, idiot?"
He stood up suddenly and turned to look at the innocent faces behind him. He spread his hands and looked equally innocent. "You were the ones who asked me to keep bidding!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, "They told you to eat shit."
The gambler cursed a few words, searched his pockets, but couldn't find any more money, so he had to move aside.
In order to grab that position, several people even greeted each other's families cordially.
Maurice tilted his head, and Ennio knew what he meant and followed him immediately.
"All lost?" he asked.
The man who just lost money and was slapped rolled his eyes and said, "Why, you want to give me money?"
Enzio nodded and said, "I can lend it to you."
For gamblers, if someone is willing to give them money, no matter if it is from prostitution, pimping for their wives or loan sharking, they are willing to accept it.
Because at this moment they believe more than ever that they can win back what they just lost at the gambling table and win a bigger sum again.
"Are you from the casino?"
"I haven't seen you before."
Enzio gave the other party a cigarette, a small package of cigarettes, and the gambler whistled, "So how much interest do you plan to charge?"
He thought Ennio was from the casino, which not only organized gambling but also loaned money at high interest rates.
There are always some idiots who can't wait to win back their money. At this time, they don't care whether you tell them the interest is for one year, one month, or one day.
He felt that if he had called just now, the dealer would definitely bust because the points of the other people were not small.
Give him another chance and he will definitely win it back.
"Do you have a permanent residence card?"
The gambler lit up a cigarette, took a breath, and asked casually, "You guys still care about this?"
Ennio nodded. "It's easier with a work card."
He didn't say anything final.
The gambler shook his head, "Sure, how much can you lend?"
"Anything under a hundred is fine."
The gambler was stunned for a moment. The casino was actually unwilling to lend too much because they were just running the casino. Small amounts of usury were just a side job and were usually in the amount of 20 or 30 yuan.
Those who gamble here are all people living near this street. They all know each other and know each other well. They have a good idea of how much money they can borrow and are not afraid that the other party will run away, but they will not lend too much.
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He had never heard that the casino could lend him a hundred dollars now. He had borrowed money once before, and they only lent him twenty dollars with an interest of one dollar a day, and he paid it back quickly.
"What about the interest?"
"No more than thirty."
"A week?"
Ennio was also shocked, "One month!"
The gambler who was originally planning to just finish smoking this cigarette and leave suddenly became interested, "If I can't pay back the money..."
"Your work card will be given to us for a period of time."
As for the lower class, they know better than the middle class or even the upper class what a work permit means to the federal government, and they know better how big a market this thing has among illegal immigrants.
He hesitated for a moment, "How do I give it to me? Do I need to sign a contract?"
Ennio spoke briefly, then said hello to Morris and left with the gambler.
The burly man at the door didn't say anything when he saw the two of them leave together, because he could see that Ennio was also an Imperial, and the police station would not hire such a young Imperial, even if they couldn't recruit police officers.
Ennio made a phone call, and soon Lance came over with the contract. He glanced at the gambler and asked, "Has he already told you?"
The gambler smiled ingratiatingly, "Yes, I'll use your work permit as collateral and write you a check."
He took out the contract, which only stated that the gambler owed him one hundred yuan and had to pay thirty-eight yuan a month for six months. If he could not pay it back, his work card would be taken away for at least nine months, and up to a year.
Because Lance is going to open a labour service company, the validity period of the work card in the contract has been increased from six months to nine months.
The gambler hesitated a little when looking at the contract. The interest rate was indeed high, but he could afford to pay back thirty-eight yuan a month.
He earns thirty-five dollars a month from his regular job, and he also takes on a part-time job that he rents out, earning an extra seventeen dollars a month.
That works out to fifty-two dollars and a half, which is more than the average federal income. After taking out thirty-eight, he still has fifteen dollars. Although life is a little harder, he can get by.
And...with this hundred dollars, he is confident that he can win two hundred dollars back!
He quickly signed his name on the contract as Lance requested, copied the disclaimer, and then delivered everything that was to be delivered.
Lance took out twenty five-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them over. The gambler walked towards the casino while cursing. He wanted to kill everyone and win back all he had lost.
Seeing that the gambler had walked away, he took out six dollars and fifty cents from his pocket, a five-dollar note, a one-dollar note, and two quarters, and handed them to Enzio, "Your commission."
Another six dollars and a half. Enzio's heartbeat began to speed up slightly, and he said sincerely, "Thank you!"
Lance patted his arm, "It's mutually beneficial. Your business is good here. I will consider opening another company nearby. It will be easier to handle things then."
"If it's true, that would be great!" Ennio put the money in his pocket carefully. "I'm going back first. I may have to trouble you to make a few more trips in the next few days."
"It's not a bother at all. I even hope you can bother me a little more. Only in this way can we both make money." He took two packs of cigarettes from the car and gave them to Ennio. "Call me if you have anything. I'm basically in the company these days."
Holding two packs of cigarettes and the newly acquired six dollars and fifty cents, Ennio felt that he was one step closer to happiness.
After watching Ennio leave, Lance drove back to the company quickly. There were only two or three people in the company taking a break, and the others had gone out to look for business.
Business nearby is relatively easier to do, so you can just bring people here. Business farther away is really not easy to do, so it seems that you have to put learning how to drive for other people on your schedule.
We can't always let him run around, or we can rent some small house somewhere else, as long as it has two rooms, but this requires arranging people.