Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 142 He only cares about himself
He Luo's heart skipped a beat. Recently, he had been busy with blind fruit boxes and hadn't been to the club for several days. He even found an excuse to take leave because of his duties. Could it be that he had caused dissatisfaction in the club?
He said anxiously: "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I've been a little busy recently, but I should have asked for leave for duty in the meeting, right?"

"Being on leave doesn't mean you can really not come!" Wang Zhengyu said leisurely: "You have only been here for two weeks to report, and you are on duty for the second time, and you will be absent once. Tell me, if you say this, Don't talk about yourself, where is our group's face, where is Qian Dai's face?"

Seeing that He Luo stopped talking, Wang Zhengyu patted He Luo on the back: "You know, on the day you were on duty, Qian Dai came here to look for you. I think he looks like he is going to teach you new things. It’s a skill, but you are not here when you ask for leave. Tell me”

"Tsk tsk tsk" Wang Zhengyu frowned slightly: "You don't know the expression on Qian Dai's face at that time, I heard that he didn't even have the energy to drink tea."

This was beyond He Luo's expectations.

Qian Zhuo actually came to teach the pumping skills whenever he was on duty?If this is the case, it is really a wrong choice for me to ask for leave two days ago.

After all, after the pressure and lift and the combined skill Flicker that I learned from Qian Zhuo last time, I found out that it is really a magic skill.

Simple and efficient.

He often thought that if there were more such handy skills, how difficult would it be to draw cards?

More importantly, during these two weeks, whenever He Luo was conscious, he used the system's functions to continuously use these two skills.

In other words, he is constantly improving his proficiency in these two skills.As a result, he has now reached an extremely terrifying height, whether it is pressing or lifting.

Not to mention Qian Zhuo, at least Wang Zhengyu in front of him, he has the confidence to crush and surpass him.

No, what are you thinking? He Luo, a character like Wang Zhengyu doesn't look like a hard-working genius at first glance, but more like a person who happens to be in the way of life and keeps living by constantly living on his laurels, right?

Is it something to celebrate and rejoice over such a person, and isn't it right?
"What are you thinking about, He Luo?"

Suddenly he heard a voice next to his ear asking him the same thing. It turned out that he had been distracted for an unknown amount of time, and Wang Zhengyu was reminding him beside him.

He Luo quickly shook his head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Wang, what did we just say?"

Wang Zhengyu frowned with some dissatisfaction: "I told you that Song Dynasty is very satisfied with Lin Hao. Lin Hao hasn't missed a day in the past few days. He practiced drawing cards in the meeting every day. Song Dynasty in the second group is very satisfied with him. And although our Qian Dai didn't express his position, I guess he should be very angry."

He Luo said in his heart that he still came. When he knew that he and Lin Hao appeared in the association as newcomers at the same time, it was inevitable that they would be compared.

And Lin Hao, who was born as an excellent example of the "kid next door", would definitely beat him to pieces.

But he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

"I see, Brother Wang, I'm done with my work this time, and I will definitely step up the practice of drawing cards."

Although He Luo still firmly believes that if you, Wang Zhengyu, practice drawing cards diligently every day, maybe Qian Dai can smile happier than Song Dynasty, but he has to give in.

"It's good that you know, I feel at ease with your words." Wang Zhengyu patted He Luo's shoulder with a look of relief on his face: "Then since my words have been conveyed, I won't bother you anymore."

Yes, you are done bothering.

"In short, Qian Dai is very optimistic about you, and the hope of our group also falls on you. Come on, young man."

After Wang Zhengyu was finally sent away, the employees of Miaoguo surrounded him curiously.

Tao Liangwei was the first to speak. He gnawed on a peach and asked, "Boss He, what kind of person is that? Why do you look like you can't be offended?"

"Me? You can't say I can't be offended, it's just a fucking monkey, how many times have you told me why you eat the fruit in the store again!" He Luo stretched out his hand and was about to hit him, but Tao Liangwei stuck out his tongue and hurried away.

This guy usually works pretty well. Although he may be happy to sleep, he doesn't arrive late or leave early every time, and his attitude towards customers is also acceptable.

The only problem that He Luo criticized was that this guy had a habit of grabbing a certain fruit around him when he was free and eating it without washing it.

He Luo once thought he was the Monkey King who returned to Huaguo Mountain.

"Where is Gao He?" He Luo roared loudly
"My subordinate is here!" Denim Blue, who was standing behind the counter, responded loudly, startling Shibuya Honoka-chan who was dozing next to her.

"Supervise that monkey for me, and if he steals a date or a fruit, write it down for me and deduct it from his salary!" He Luo ordered to die.

Cowboy Lanyi saluted: "Gao He received it!"

Tao Liangwei immediately wailed in pain: "No!!! The salary I just raised is about to disappear!"

There were two black lines on He Luo's face, thinking how much fruit you ate stealing where I couldn't see it.

"Boss" Aunt Hong still couldn't let go of the unanswered question just now: "So what is the identity of that person? Just like the monkey said, you seem to be quite afraid of him."

"Me? Afraid of him? Do you all think so?" He Luo pointed at himself in disbelief, then shook his head: "I feel very sad that you can't even distinguish the most basic facts."

"I respect him, okay? I don't want to lose his face, otherwise, in Miaoguo, my territory, I will let him make trouble?"

Aunt Hong nodded helplessly, he knew that his boss was being stubborn again.

"Yeah yeah boss, I mean, why do you respect him so much?"

"Senior." He Luo answered simply with two words.

Aunt Hong said thoughtfully: "Since you are a senior, why did you come to ask us about Miaoguo's situation? Is it just because you care?"

He Luo stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him: "No, you're wrong, he doesn't care about Miaoguo."

Aunt Hong asked suspiciously: "Didn't you care about Miaoguo? Oh, yes, senior, the boss must be concerned about you, right, I knew it"

Before he finished speaking, he was refuted by He Luo again.

"No, it's not me he cares about."

Now Aunt Hong is completely confused: "He doesn't care about you, Boss, or Miaoguo, so he walked around our store for a long time, from the warehouse to the front desk, asking all kinds of questions. what?"

He Luo thought for a while before answering: "What he cares about is the business model, operating principles, and successful experiences of our industry. In other words, what he cares about is only himself."

"Oh" Aunt Hong nodded half-understood. He always felt that he didn't understand what He Luo meant at all, but he was afraid that He Luo would find him annoying if he continued to ask, so he could only give up.

What he didn't know was that even He Luo couldn't figure it out.

What is the purpose of this Wang Zhengyu?

Is it true that you want to enter the industry as you imagined, so you came to me to learn from Miaoguo, right?
However, there is one more problem.

How did he know about Miaoguo?Have you mentioned to them in the association that you have a fruit shop on Yongping Street?
There are many questions surrounding it, which cannot be explained clearly.

(End of this chapter)