He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 45 Entry Requirements for the Illustrator Profession

"Good news?"

Hearing Qin Chuan's words, Master Qian sneered, "My gambling den has been humiliated by someone coming to my door, and you're telling me this is a good thing?"

Qin Chuan bowed respectfully, met Qian Ye's gaze, and explained, "Qian Ye, please calm down and let me finish what I have to say."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the haphazardly arranged tables and chairs in the hall and the several figures curled up on the floor, and said, "The reputation of Changsheng Gambling House is ruined today. Once word gets out that the gambling house is rigging a trap, it will be extremely difficult to attract new customers in the future."

Even regular customers will have second thoughts: "If I come to gamble today, will they try to fleece me tomorrow? Once that suspicion sets in, who would dare to come in?"

Mr. Qian didn't respond, but he didn't interrupt either.

He knew Qin Chuan was right, which was why he was so angry.

If it weren't for the fact that the Iron Hands Gang was currently in a standoff with the Black Tiger Gang and didn't want to provoke the martial arts school, they would have...

Otherwise, according to the usual rules, Wang Ming and his group would never have been able to leave this gambling den.

Qin Chuan spoke again: "That's why I said this is a good thing. You can't build something new without breaking it down. If we're going to do something, let's do something big. The reputation of Changsheng Gambling House is already ruined. Why don't we open a new gambling house, just like I said before, and do business with the rich, which is unique in Qinghe County?"

Master Qian remained silent. He surveyed the scene inside the gambling den, then looked at Qin Chuan and asked, "How long?"

"Ten days," Qin Chuan said, giving a timeframe he felt was safe.

"Five days!" Master Qian waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to see the results in five days."

After saying this, Master Qian looked at the timid Zhao Fuquan and said, "Zhao Fuquan, I'm giving you one last chance. If the gambling den can be revived in five days, you two will live. If it can't, you two should find a place to bury yourselves. Don't make me do it myself."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuquan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word. He could only nod frantically.

Mr. Qian stopped looking at them, flicked his sleeves, and strode out of the gambling den.

The Iron Hand Gang men immediately followed, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

The hall fell silent, with only Zhao Fuquan's rapid breathing remaining.

Qin Chuan stood still, his expression unchanged, but his mind was racing.

Five days, half the time he had expected.

"Five...five days." Zhao Fuquan, who was standing nearby, finally came to his senses. "Five days! What can we possibly accomplish in five days?"

Qin Chuan glanced at him but did not reply.

Zhao Fuquan muttered to himself, "Five days to renovate, hire people, attract customers... every single one of these things takes time and effort. I'm doomed."

Qin Chuan glanced at Zhao Fuquan and said, "If you think you're going to die, then you can go die now. If you don't want to die, then you might as well think about what can be done today."

Hearing this, Zhao Fuquan was stunned for a moment. Looking at Qin Chuan's young face, he suddenly felt that this kid was unbelievably calm.

He'd been in the Iron Hand Gang for so many years, he'd seen it all.

When cornered by someone risking their life, they are less composed than a teenager.

He wanted to say something, but remembering that they were in the same boat, he forced himself to calm down and asked, "So, where do you suggest we start?"

Qin Chuan's gaze fell on the doorway, and he uttered three words: "Yan Chun Lou".

......

The next day,

Qin Chuan and Zhao Fuquan arrived at Yanchun Tower.

Looking at the deserted brothel before him, Zhao Fuquan was somewhat surprised and asked, "This is what you mean?"

"That's right," Qin Chuan nodded. "The name Changsheng Casino is outdated, and the location is no longer usable. The new casino needs to be located elsewhere."

After the two went inside, Sister Wu came to greet them. Seeing Zhao Fuquan beside Qin Chuan, she looked at them with a questioning gaze.

Qin Chuan wasted no time and went straight to the point: "Sister Wu, I want to discuss something with you."

"What is it?"

"I want to turn your Yanchun Pavilion into a gambling den."

Upon hearing this, Sister Wu froze for a moment, her smile freezing on her lips. Her eyes first showed astonishment, then thoughtfulness.

Then, in just two or three breaths,

She nodded and uttered a single, decisive word: "Okay."

This time, Qin Chuan was slightly surprised. He had prepared a whole host of words to persuade him.

What benefits would opening a gambling den bring to Yan Chun Lou? How much money could the girls earn...?

In the end, not a single word was used.

Sister Wu also noticed the surprise in Qin Chuan's eyes.

To be honest, if Qin Chuan had come to her on the first day and asked her to turn her brothel into a gambling den, she would naturally not have agreed.

However, after spending the last two days together, especially with the makeup and outfit she showed me yesterday...

This also made Sister Wu certain.

This child is destined for great things!

Moreover, Yan Chun Lou is in her own hands, and at most it's just like this. In a few more months, she probably won't even be able to open the door.

Rather than letting it rot in your hands, you might as well take a gamble.

Now that Sister Wu had agreed, Qin Chuan looked at Zhao Fuquan and asked, "Is everything ready?"

"You want too much stuff, I don't have that much money," Zhao Fuquan replied crisply.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan naturally couldn't believe it.

A manager of a gambling den who had worked for the Iron Hand Gang for several years—to say he wasn't greedy would be a lie.

Qin Chuan knew perfectly well that Zhao Fuquan had embezzled at least several hundred taels of silver from the accounts over the years.

He's complaining about being poor now, but he's not really poor; he's just unwilling to spend his money.

Qin Chuan asked, "Do you know what the biggest regret in life is?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fuquan was somewhat bewildered, wondering why he would suddenly ask this question at this time.

Qin Chuan didn't wait for his reply, but instead answered on his own: "So the person is dead, but the money hasn't been spent. If you think you can take the money with you when you're dead, then keep hiding it."

After saying that, Qin Chuan didn't bother to pay any more attention to Zhao Fuquan and turned to go upstairs.

Seeing Qin Chuan's departing figure and recalling Master Qian's words, Zhao Fuquan finally gritted his teeth and left Yanchun Tower.

After reaching the second floor,

Qin Chuan took out a roll of paper and a few charcoal pencils from his body.

In order to quickly establish the gambling den's reputation, he also planned to take an unconventional approach.

What is the most distinctive feature of this gambling den?

Naturally, it refers to those women.

These days, it's normal for brothels to have many women, but what if there were several beautiful women standing in a gambling den?

The novelty alone is enough to keep everyone in the county talking about it for half a month.

For these women to be seen, they first need to be "wanted to be seen".

Qin Chuan spread out a sheet of paper, picked up a charcoal pencil, and tested its feel.

He had seen some ancient figure paintings, most of which emphasized capturing the spirit and conveying the essence with a few strokes, stopping short of expressing the idea.

The head is a head, the body is a body, but the body is wrapped in clothes, so let alone the curves of the body, you can't even clearly see the human shape.

Those kinds of paintings hanging on the wall may seem aloof and refined, but they don't evoke any real feelings in people.

That's not what Qin Chuan wants.

What he wants is not aloofness or elegance, but vulgarity!

What he wants to paint is a painting that makes people "want" at first glance.

Those paintings with a large, deep depiction of the chest area!

Qin Chuan summoned Little Peach Blossom and asked her to be his model, then began to draw with charcoal pencils.

With the completion of the first painting

The familiar panel appeared before Qin Chuan's eyes.

[Gain new career information - Illustrator]

[Entry-level requirements for this profession: Create three paintings and receive recognition from others]