Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 92 Reports
He Luo couldn't remember when he let this person go, but he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

That is, no matter how I explain it, this guy will be paranoid that he let him go.

So he simply admitted: "That's right, it's me, but I guess there should be no one in the regulations that says 'you must report to the association on the first day of getting a license', right?"

Qian Dai didn't answer him, but continued to sneer.

Instead, Uncle Xiong, who was standing behind him, reminded him in a low voice: "If you want to report successfully today, you'd better not contradict him again."

"No matter what your first impression of him is, Qian Dai is likely to be your immediate boss."

Hearing Uncle Xiong's advice, He Luo felt that his life in the Pumping Representatives Association might not be very pleasant.

He turned his head and gave Uncle Xiong a reassuring look with a smile, then patted him on the shoulder
"Uncle Xiong, go back first, the front desk can't be left alone for too long, I can handle it here."

Uncle Xiong was still a little worried: "Well, I'll go back first, and you can come to the first floor to find me if you need anything."

"Well, don't worry"

After sending Uncle Xiong away, it was his turn to face this completely unfamiliar situation alone.

Even though he felt that the person surnamed Qian had done a little too much just now, on the surface, he was very smart, hiding all the unpleasant emotions in his heart, approaching the office of the superior representative with no expression on his face, raised his hand and knocked knock on the door.

"Hello, He Luo, the pumping agent, is here to report."

The stern look in Qian Dai's eyes also subsided a little, He Luo hadn't made him angry to that point, his mood was only slightly affected by not drinking tea.

Qiandai nodded, took out a document from the drawer, and handed it over.
"Come in, fill out the form first"

He Luo picked up the pen on the table, sat down opposite him, and accepted Qian Dai's questions while writing.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?"

In his mind, he recalled that he stayed in school all day yesterday, making up a lie with a red face and a heartbeat
"Something urgent." He Luo replied.

Qian Dai didn't ask carefully, because as a pumping agent, there are many strange things, and it is normal not to be able to come to the association.

Including himself, in a natural month, the number of days he can come to the association is absolutely no more than two hands.

It is even rarer to visit the association for two consecutive days like today and yesterday.

So he quickly understood He Luo's situation.

"After joining the association, you will be scheduled every week, about one day a week. If you don't even have time for this day, remember to ask me for leave. Don't come without saying anything, understand?"

He Luo nodded, and pointed to those people in the public office area outside the door with the corner of his mouth
"On duty like them?"

Qian Dai nodded: "That's right, generally speaking, there won't be anything you need to do, but there must be no one in the association."

That's fine, let's rest here, He Luo thought to himself.

If it is this kind of "on duty", it is not unacceptable.

"What if I want to practice my card drawing skills?" He Luo asked

Qian Dai replied, "There is an exclusive card drawing area in the association, and you can use the card drawing machine for practice at any time."

He Luo pointed to the genre he filled in on the form: "What if I want to find some seniors who are also fashionistas to learn some card-drawing skills?"

"Then ask yourself. There aren't many trendy people in the association, but there are still a few. If you make friends with them, they will naturally communicate and share with you."

"What about you, what genre?"

Qiandai squinted his eyes and replied: "Get the tide."

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, unexpectedly understanding the meaning in each other's eyes.

"Then I may have to trouble you a lot in the future?"

Qian Dai didn't refuse either: "It's good to be of the right family, so that that guy, Old Song, won't keep bragging about his new apprentice to me."

"Let's talk about it first, I don't plan to be a teacher"

Hearing what He Luo said, Qian Dai was not angry and shrugged.
"It just so happens that I don't intend to accept apprentices either. We just communicate briefly. After all, with my identity, I usually have a lot of things to do."

He Luo became curious when his identity was mentioned

"Qian Dai, is it okay for me to call you that?"

"of course can."

"What kind of strength do you need to sit in your position?"

On the first day of the job report, he inquired about the strength of his immediate boss, and only He Luo could do it.

Qiandai's eyes narrowed again, he stretched out his hand to hold the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, and answered slowly

"At least, you have to get over that wall."

"The wall? What's that?"

Qian Dai smiled: "You don't even know that wall, I advise you to stop thinking so much and concentrate on practicing."

"Usually you can go downstairs to pick up some commissions from the public, and practice more. After you have experienced it, you will naturally know what the wall I am talking about is."

He Luo muttered to himself, what are you doing so suspiciously, thinking to yourself, that wall is probably the leap from the initial state of mind to the Liutian state.

In other words, the man in front of him is actually the same as Sun Yi, a representative of Liutian Realm?
I don't know how his strength compares with Sun Yi's.

"Okay, I'm done, take a look"

Qian Dai picked up the form he had filled out, which contained information about his identity and was not worth much reading.

He reviewed it briefly, stamped it, and sealed it in the document bag.

"Okay, from today on, you are one of the members of our Cannes Drawing Agent Association. Welcome."

Qian Dai stretched out his thick palms and shook hands with He Luo.

"What's next? Do I have any work to do?" He Luo asked puzzled
"Not yet, the schedule has not come down yet, you wait for the news first, I will find someone to take you around first."

After all, Qian Dai took He Luo out of the office and waved towards the public office area.

"Xiao Wang, come here."

A shrewd young man with his feet crossed and playing with his mobile phone rushed out from behind the desk immediately. He looked young, and he was estimated to be around 28-[-].

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Qian Dai pointed to He Luo behind him: "Take the newcomers to familiarize themselves with the environment."

Xiao Wang readily agreed: "Okay!"

Then he stretched out his hand towards He Luo: "Hello, new comrade, I am Wang Zhengyu. It seems that I should be older than you. You can call me Brother Wang."

"Hello Brother Wang, He Luo, just call me Xiao He." He Luo was also not polite, and shook hands with him.

"Lily!" Qian Dai continued to call another person's name.

In Nuo Da's office area, I didn't see the person named Lily, but I heard her reply: "Here you are, boss."

"The scheduling thing can start."

"Okay!" Lily replied out of nowhere

After making all the arrangements, Qian Dai was about to go back to the office to enjoy a leisurely tea time, when he remembered that his secretary hadn't boiled hot water for him, so the fire in his heart was not going anywhere.

I happened to meet the secretary who rushed in from the door at this time.

She was blushing and out of breath, holding a big red kettle in her hand.

"Sorry, the water dispenser has been replaced by a new one, it may take some time!"

Just as Qian Dai was about to get angry, he saw her raising the thermos bottle in her hand
"But, I filled you with freshly boiled hot water! Definitely freshly boiled, I promise!"

(End of this chapter)