Chapter 87 Paradise Hall

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 87 Paradise Hall

"Is there anything more exciting?"

Fingel placed another pile on his lap.

"this"

Tokugawa Asaki hesitated, it would be really illegal to proceed any further.

He has room for advancement, a pension, and a wife in her twenties.

"We are friends, right?"

Fingel placed stacks of money on his lap, and when he placed it on the tenth stack, Tokugawa Asaki was finally crushed by the weight of money.

"What exactly do you need?"

he asked with a wry smile.

"I want the best and most exciting entertainment."

Fingel had a wild smile on his face.

"I'm just a hotel manager."

Tokugawa Asaki said humbly.

"But you have a lot of wealthy guests."

Fingel said.

Just like ancient inns were information distribution centers, modern hotels also have many sources of information.

Especially in a top-notch hotel like the Conrad, guests' unintentional words reveal secrets that ordinary people can't buy.

"Bliss Pavilion."

Tokugawa Asaki sighed and said.

"What is that place?"

"It's a rich man's paradise, or it can be hell."

Tokugawa Asaki said with an inexplicable taste.

He knew this place because of a guest, a rich man from Kyoto.

Tokugawa Asaki's hometown is also Kyoto, so the two of them talked very happily.

The guest stayed in the Conrad Suite for a week and told Tokugawa Asaki over tea one afternoon.

He brought 600 million here to win a wish at a large shopping mall called the Paradise Hall.

The next day, the guest left the hotel in a black Mercedes and never came back.

The suite he had booked for half a month was empty, and no one came to check out.

"What is his wish?"

Fingel was a little curious.

"have no idea."

Tokugawa Asahi shook his head.

He has always been curious about this issue, so he has never forgotten it for so many years.

He even learned about the situation of the Paradise Pavilion through various channels.

It was a big casino with no upper limit on betting, and all the customers there were rich people worth billions.

There is no betting limit on the jam table in the Paradise Hall. If you want, you can even bet a whole city.

And when you win enough money, a young and flirtatious female manager will respectfully invite you to the VIP room, get you drunk with old wine and ask you if you have any wishes.

As long as you're willing to set aside enough of your winnings as a wish fund, you can make almost any wish come true, no matter how outrageous it sounds.

For example, you may want to communicate with the most popular idol groups.

For another example, you can discuss economic issues with Japanese conglomerate bosses.

Of course, you can also choose to communicate in groups with financial group bosses and discuss economic issues with idol groups.

As long as you win enough, the guests will get what they want.

Japan is a place where rules are followed. Even if there is behavior that violates laws and morals, it must be disguised.

As the Japanese say, it means "knowing shame".

But there is no need to disguise in the Paradise Hall, and there are no rules outside the Paradise Hall. All desires can be displayed nakedly in this hell and heaven, no matter how evil, disgusting, or bloody.

"Have you been there?"

Fingel asked.

"No."

Tokugawa Asaki shook his head.

He has driven countless times to go to that place, the place where the wishes of a customer worth 600 million can be realized.

If possible, he also wanted to know what the guest's wish was.

But every time Tokugawa Asaki started the engine, he would pull out the car key as if he was stressed.

"Although I have various regrets in my life, they are not enough to make up for it at all costs. So, I gave up going to the Paradise Hall."

Tokugawa Asaki said somewhat sadly and somewhat complacently.

"Awesome, awesome."

Fingel applauded vigorously..

"Mr. Jackson, I sincerely beg you not to go. That is the devil's territory. No matter how many dollars you have, they will only be turned into fuel for desire."

He said sincerely.

"Don't worry, I have enough dollars to burn down the entire Paradise Hall."

Fingel said confidently.

He didn't lie. If all the club's funds were exchanged for weapons from the equipment department, it should be enough to blow up half of the big board.

After all, it is not impossible for the Nuclear Bomb Equipment Department to build one. Half of Oppenheimer's core team are members of the Secret Party.

Speaking of which, can the Paradise Hall fulfill his wish not to get up early for training?

Fingel thought about it and felt that it shouldn't be possible.

Even if it was the end of the world, the monster leader would probably drag him out of bed to lift the iron.

Well, no, because Lu Mingfei will punch out the final boss’s health bar before the end of the world comes.

Tokugawa Asaki left, taking the US dollars and leaving his address.

He didn't know if Fingel would disappear like the last customer, but he knew that as long as the Paradise Hall was still there, there would be another customer asking him for this address.

The Paradise Hall is currently in the trial opening stage, so it is only open on the 15th of every month.

Today is the 13th, so they took a two-day break.

Compared with the heavy makeup in Tokyo, Osaka seems more simple.

But it is the second largest city after all, so commerce is still very developed, and Fingel has everything he wants.

So Fingel was intoxicated, Chu Zihang went shopping to buy gifts for Su Xiaoyan, Lu Mingfei tried various foods to stimulate physical development, and He Yegang lay dead in the hotel.

They all had a wonderful two days.

At seven o'clock in the evening on the 15th, three people drove a Toyota Alfa on a mountain road outside Osaka.

Vehicles kept passing them along the way, all of them luxury cars such as Maybach, Bentley, and Maserati.

Their MPV was a bit out of place among them.

However, the contents in this car are much more explosive than those in those cars.

Following these vehicles, they came to a large house in the mountains.

In front of the big house is a mountain stream and a delicate bridge. Beautiful girls in kimonos greet guests by the bridge. Samba dancers waving flamingo feathers step on the drums and shake their breasts. Waiters wearing Indian turbans

Coming and going, carrying gifts to guests.

This mixed style is a bit gaudy, but it is just right because of the nature of the Kukakukan itself.

This is a place where there are no taboos, and only the most vulgar people will come here to fulfill their desires.

In the front and back of the big house, men in black suits walked around.

All of them have strong muscles that can tighten their shirts, and their coats are open, revealing the dark firearms on their waists.
To be continued...