North America,
When people talked about that land across the ocean, if they were to give a general impression of it as a whole, the first thing that came to mind might be,
that wave of freedom under the capitalist system?
Looking across North America, more than one city seemed capable of giving people that impression. Listing them all would be far too cumbersome, and it was hard to know where to begin,
so let's do this instead. Among those cities, there was one name you would definitely recognize,
—Las Vegas.
The reason it was so familiar was simple. The largest city in Nevada, in the Rocky Mountains,
it was one of the world's four great Gambling Cities.
Its legalized gambling industry was like a source of flowing water, driving tourism, shopping, entertainment, recuperation, vacations, and a whole series of other industries,
allowing it to rapidly grow from a barren patch of desert into an international capital of extravagance and excess.
Nearly forty million tourists came here every year to enjoy shopping and fine food, along with all kinds of shows, including Mo Shu, stunt acts, circuses, jazz bands, and the occasional superstar tour,
more than two hundred marriage certificates were issued here every day, and countless people chose to honeymoon here, experiencing all the city's prosperity,
and most forms of entertainment and pleasure one could imagine could be found here.
But of course, the core of this city was still its gambling tables,
all luxury and indulgence, splendor and fashion, and crowds of beautiful women were born around chips. No one knew how many people had struck it rich here overnight,
nor how many had ultimately lost everything and killed themselves in despair.
There had always been a saying that spread the most widely,
if you were down and