Chapter 155: Mr. Hardy, a Legitimate Businessman

Hardy walked into the Flamingo Casino, accompanied by Bill, Alan Payne, Lanster, Henry, and others. The opulence of the casino left everyone in awe.

"It's no wonder Mr. Siegel spent $8 million here," Bill said, his eyes wide with admiration. "This place is incredibly luxurious, far surpassing any casino in Los Angeles."

The Flamingo Casino boasted an array of amenities: dozens of gaming tables, a hotel with several hundred rooms, bars, nightclubs, restaurants, tourist areas, outdoor swimming pools, fitness clubs, tennis courts, saunas, and massage rooms. It was indeed a top-tier holiday destination.

Bill looked at Hardy with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Boss, with such a high investment, how do you plan to run it? Are you worried about losing money?"

Hardy sighed, his face reflecting a mix of resolve and contemplation. "The Flamingo's situation is quite complex. To summarize, the main issues are poor publicity, ineffective management, and most importantly, bad luck."

"What do you mean by bad luck?" Bill asked.

"On the day Siegel opened the casino, Las Vegas experienced an unprecedented heavy rainstorm. This rare weather event caused significant problems. Lightning struck and burned out a transformer, and the hotel's air conditioning system broke down the next day."

Hardy continued, "Siegel invested in the best equipment, but the severe weather disrupted everything. Under normal circumstances, these issues wouldn't have occurred."

Bill nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So what's your plan?"

"First, we need to address the issues with the facilities. Everything must be fully operational before we reopen, including the casino and all its ancillary facilities. It has to be a true resort," Hardy explained.

"Second, we need to intensify publicity. We'll use newspapers, magazines, radio stations, and TV to promote the casino. We should create compelling visuals and messaging that highlight the casino as a premier destination."

Hardy laid out his comprehensive strategy: "We'll increase flights from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. Our airline will soon expand to offer more flights. Ticket purchases can be exchanged for chips at the casino, making it an enticing option for visitors."

"In addition, I'm planning to enhance public transportation between Los Angeles and Las Vegas. Tickets for the bus can be converted into chips, offering an added incentive for travelers."

"Women are crucial. When we open, we need a group of high-quality women. That's why we're training them."

"To keep guests engaged, we'll introduce regular lotteries. A $1 bet will enter a draw every two hours, with all winnings going to the lucky players. This will keep people in the casino longer."

"I've also acquired land around the Flamingo Casino. We'll build a racetrack, a dog racing track, and a boxing center. A broader range of activities will attract more visitors."

"A casino TV channel will be set up to showcase our facilities, gambling options, and various events. We'll also host gambling competitions, parties, and more."

Hardy's elaborate plans left Bill, Alan Payne, Henry, and the others in awe. "Boss, you've thought of everything," Bill remarked, astonished.

Hardy shrugged. "With limited time, I've had to be thorough. The key is to tap into people's desires. As long as we target those effectively, the results will follow."

The team admired Hardy's strategic acumen, recognizing his deep understanding of human nature and business.

"When do you plan to open the casino?" Bill asked.

Hardy's expression grew more serious. "The opening will be postponed until after we deal with the five major families. There's still work to be done."

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The following day, Las Vegas Public Cemetery saw an unprecedented turnout. Bill and his associates from the Los Angeles Gang were on one side, HD Security personnel were in the middle, and guests from various Las Vegas casinos filled the other side. It was one of the largest gatherings the cemetery had ever seen.

The Los Angeles Gang members, dressed in black, looked solemn. HD Security's black combat uniforms added an air of authority. The casino guests, overwhelmed by the presence of these two powerful groups, speculated about the identity of the man in the center of the funeral—Mr. Jon Hardy.

Hardy was well-known, holding several prominent titles: owner of the largest security company in the U.S., Hollywood film tycoon, and head of four listed companies. His underground reputation was equally formidable, known as the true ruler of Los Angeles.

Recently, Hardy had decisively defeated the Irish North Bank Gang and killed Raymond's Army Instructor David. Despite the Irish's furious response, no significant retaliation had occurred.

To the public, Hardy was a successful businessman. His underworld connections were unproven, and without evidence, slandering him was legally risky.

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At the funeral, Hardy stood solemnly before the coffins of Siegel and Fred. Siegel, dressed in a white suit, looked peaceful. Virginia Hill, Siegel's last companion, stood beside the coffin, sobbing quietly. Hardy had ensured she was informed of the burial, honoring Siegel's wishes despite her faults.

Fred's family, grieving intensely, watched as Hardy delivered a eulogy. 

"Siegel, my friend, taught me many things. His life was thrilling and impactful. He pursued perfection with the Flamingo Casino, hoping to develop Las Vegas through his efforts. He wanted the casino to thrive, and we honor his legacy today."

Hardy's words carried an implicit message, hinting at the importance of stability and unity, suggesting that failing to uphold these values could lead to dire consequences.

He continued, "Though Siegel is gone, his contributions will be remembered. Future generations may look back and say, 'Benjamin Siegel played a role in Las Vegas's rise.'"

For Fred, Hardy spoke of his enduring friendship and loyalty. 

After the eulogies, mourners came forward to offer flowers, their white petals covering the coffins. Despite their small impact, the lives of Siegel and Fred had made a mark.

As the funeral concluded, the casino managers lingered, eager to meet Hardy. The previous night's events had solidified his position in Las Vegas, demonstrating his formidable strength.

A bald middle-aged man introduced himself as the casino steward of the Lucace family, extending his greetings to Hardy. "Mr. Hardy, I spoke with Patriarch Lukasser. Last year, he helped me, and I'd like to extend the same to you."

Hardy shook hands, acknowledging the gesture. "Thank you. I'm here to oversee the Flamingo's progress and ensure its success."

Other casino managers, from Cleveland, Philadelphia, and New Orleans, approached Hardy, expressing their support and respect. Hardy emphasized his role as a legitimate businessman, though the stewards privately doubted this claim, knowing his influence.

Hardy then addressed the stewards, "I've invested significantly in the Flamingo. If things continue as they are, I might face substantial losses. I brought HD Security to ensure the casino's safety and order."

He looked at the stewards, suggesting, "Do you think HD Security's presence is necessary for maintaining order in Las Vegas?"

The stewards, taken aback, quickly agreed, eager to maintain favor with Hardy. 

"Absolutely," said the manager from the Lucace Casino. "HD Security's presence is crucial."

"Yes, they've done an excellent job," another added.

Hardy smiled, satisfied. "If you believe HD Security is vital, please communicate this to city officials and encourage them to formalize our employment agreement."

Understanding the implication, the stewards readily agreed to support Hardy's position.

With a smile, Hardy concluded, "It's gratifying to see cooperation and unity. Las Vegas has a bright future ahead."