Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 96 Cupping in front of Qian Zhuo

Thanks to Qian Zhuo's joining, the originally arranged private conversation between the two of them perfectly turned into a new-generation recruiting induction conference.

"So you are here to have a dinner together, are you really just here to discuss the experience of being a representative?" Qian Zhuo raised his left eyebrow and asked dubiously.

With a serious expression on his face, He Luo picked up a piece of black tea cake from the table and put it on Qian Zhuo's plate.

Neither he nor Lin Hao intended to disclose the situation to Qian Zhuo just now, so they could only pretend that they were here to exchange feelings.

"That's okay, Qian Dai, we talked from drawing cards to entrusting, and then talked about the construction of the Kangcheng district drawing association. Senior Lin even put forward constructive suggestions on the future merger and development of the first group and the second group."

This guy was bragging vividly and waving his hands in the air, as if he was making a fool of himself.

"Just as we were talking about the situation of the international card draw and the future development of the world card draw industry, Paji, you are here."

At the end, he slapped his hands, just like the storyteller in the old days, knocking on the ruler at the end of the speech.

Qianzhuo was amused by him: "You mean, I just probably changed the situation of the world's card drawing industry?"

He Luo spread his hands and said, "That's not what I said, boss. I only know that the older ones in our family usually pay the bill, no matter if he comes to eat halfway or not."

After all, he stared at the ceiling, pretending to be a victim.

Qian Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook his head: "I understand, you have a lot of tricks."

"I see, you don't want to follow me to learn how to draw cards, do you?"

When He Luo heard this, he was dumbfounded. This is a real high-flying person, and he must hug this thigh no matter what he says.

So he immediately changed his face: "It's a mere meal, small meaning, Qian Dai, when will we start practicing drawing cards?"

Qian Zhuo considers himself among the ranks of middle-aged people and is definitely not rigid.

But in front of He Luo, he felt that his brain was not enough, and he couldn't keep up with what this guy was saying.

He looked at Lin Hao, who was sitting upright opposite him. No matter what happened, he seemed to always have that smile on his face.

He Luo and He Luo are like heaven and earth.

Qian Zhuo really envied his brother Song for picking up such a good seed for nothing.

But after thinking about it, this is also related to the schools of practice of the two of them.

Only Lin Hao, who has a calm mind, can achieve no arrogance.

As for the trendy style, sometimes some whimsy like He Luo is needed.

After the meal, Lin Hao bid farewell, and He Luo, led by Qian Zhuo, came to the practice area in the association.

Compared with the morning, the number of people practicing drawing cards here has only increased.

"Good afternoon Qian Dai!"

"Qian Dai, you are here."

All the people coming and going greeted him respectfully, and as the team leader, Qian Zhuo was almost known by everyone in the whole building.

He Luo, who was following Qian Zhuo, wondered silently whether he would ask himself some more profound and non-nutritive questions like in the TV series.

For example, "What do you think about luck?", "Do you think people should control luck or luck should control people?"

Or “What’s the double-color ball number tomorrow?”

In short, he thought for a long time, but he couldn't answer any of them.

For this reason, he secretly prepared the answers on Baidu with his mobile phone, and then copied and pasted them in his memo, ready to read them whenever he had the chance.

Unexpectedly, Qian Zhuo's teaching method is quite simple.

He pointed to the public card drawer in front of him, turned around

"Come on, show me what you've got, kid."

"Um" He Luo raised his eyebrows and took two steps forward: "Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple," Qian Zhuo replied affirmatively, then stood beside him with his hands behind his back without saying a word.

He Luo rolled his eyes and knocked around, and when he raised his eyes, everyone who came and went stopped to check their identities.

The amount of luck they can accommodate is far beyond what ordinary people can match.

What's more, there is a living Liutian realm Daitai standing next to him.

"Hiss," he muttered softly after thinking about it carefully.
"Maybe it's a good place for me to play here."

"Huh?" Qian Zhuo didn't hear clearly: "What did you just say?"

He Luo replied: "Uh, it's nothing, Qian Dai, can you do me a favor."

"You said."

"When I draw cards, try your best to suppress my luck, and wait for my signal to release the suppression."

Qian Zhuo frowned slightly, somewhat confused about He Luo's intentions.

"You want me to suppress your luck? Why?"

He Luo pretended to be nonchalant and made up a random lie: "When I was drawing cards, my fortune fluctuated very strongly. I was afraid that it would affect other colleagues who were drawing cards here. Well, that's it."

He pointed to several drawers not far away who were practicing drawing cards, and said it as if it really happened.

Qian Zhuo shook his head with a smile. Naturally, he would not believe He Luo's nonsense so easily.

But since he asked for it, he must have his own plans, so he was not stingy and took the initiative to release the pressure of fortune and enveloped He Luo.

A familiar feeling of great pressure came from all directions.

He Luo suddenly felt that he was a stranded wooden boat at the bottom of the valley, with countless waves coming towards him from all directions, and as long as he didn't pay attention, he would be destroyed in an instant.

But after all, he was someone who had experienced pressure of Sun Yi's level several times, so Qian Zhuo's pressure was not completely unbearable.

Panting heavily, he forced himself to adjust.

Randomly picked up a stack of ten card embryos and handed one of them.

Soon, an N card appeared in his hand.

Afterwards, he came to the mat link that he was most familiar with.

One draw, one draw, and another draw.

Soon the ten practice cards in his hand became the lowest value N cards.

Looking at the stack of N cards in his hand, the expression on Qian Zhuo's face did not change much.

Under his own coercion, He Luo's card drawing could not have had a very good result, which did not surprise him.

So, boy, what other tricks do you have, use them quickly, these alone are not enough!

Qian Zhuo thought expectantly in his heart.

Soon, twenty draws passed, and the results of the draws were still all gray cards.

He Luo was expressionless, and Qian Zhuo was also unmoved.

But until the thirty or forty draws, Qian Zhuo finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's going on with this guy?"

No matter what he thinks, He Luo is already happy
In the practice area, there are a large number of drawers as his "fortune container", allowing him to use the method of borrowing luck at will to spread out the increased luck he has gained every time he draws.

A full forty draws have passed, and most of the generation drawers are still available.

In this way, he might be able to beat his own record of 53 draws!

More importantly, he had already noticed that every time he took a puff, the face of Qian Zhuo beside him became more exciting.

In particular, he took the initiative to reveal some flaws, deliberately making him aware of the flow of his own fortune.

He guessed that Qian Zhuo must be very excited in his heart now.

Just as How Luo expected.

Qian Zhuo's dignified eyes fell on He Luo's four stacks of ordinary cards, which probably far exceeded the scope of the coercion of fortune.

He knew very well that although the gap between himself and He Luo was huge, it would definitely not be enough to suppress the forty consecutive draws, right?

This is definitely a low probability time.

But that alone wasn't enough to make him pay attention.

What surprised Qian Zhuo even more was that every time this guy He Luo drew more, there would be a lot of luck coming out of him.

But in the next moment, it disappeared immediately, as if it had never appeared.

But it seems that there are traces to follow.

"What exactly is going on"

(End of this chapter)