End of ten days

The man slowly lowered his head and carefully opened the fan in his hand. There was a word "anger" torn from the middle hanging on it, which looked particularly ironic.

"It's anger..." The thin man cried very sadly, "I guess I can't use it anymore... What should I do... What should I do?!"

Qi Xia thought for a while and said, "How about I switch with you?"

"Change...?" The man was stunned for a moment.

"I have three fans here. I will randomly pick one out and trade it with you." Qi Xia said, "I guarantee that my fan is not broken."

Qi Xia's idea is very simple. After Di Yang's demonstration just now, all the fans were folded and put into the machine. This shows that the machine is not recognizing the words on the fans, but the fan itself, so the torn fans only need to be There are no missing parts and it should be usable.

"But...but why do you want to switch with me?" the thin man asked again.

"That's my own business." Qi Xia replied, "Your fan is broken and it is troublesome to keep it in your hand. Now you secretly exchange it for me. The next time you replenish the fan, you will have two complete fans in your hand." , you can still “match” with others.”

The thin man became cautious when he heard this.

He hugged his torn fan tightly and his eyes were very suspicious.

"No, right?" The thin man thought for a long time and said, "Everyone wants to stay away from the broken fan. Why do you want to change it with me? What is your purpose?"

"What?"

"You must have no good intentions..."

Qi Xia was silent for a while, feeling that despicable human nature was really ridiculous.

"Maybe I'm giving you face." Qi Xia sneered, "Don't dare to disobey the person who stole your fan, but you became suspicious when I wanted to exchange a broken fan with you. Forget it, I regretted it, you wait here Die."

Qi Xia knew that there were more than forty people present, and there was a high probability that someone would get the same three fans as him. As long as the other party was willing to exchange, there was no need for him to take the risk in exchange for a broken fan.

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Son.

"Ah?! Don't go!" The thin man suddenly rushed over and grabbed Qi Xia's arm, "I'm just asking casually...or I'll trade with you. After all, this fan..."

"I said I regretted it." Qi Xia said coldly, "The opportunities in the world will not be left to a hesitant person like you."

Although Qi Xia wanted to exchange the folding fan in his hand, he knew that he did not have to ask this man, so he immediately shook off his hand and left.

Now everyone knows that this man has a broken fan, which is even sadder than three "sorrows".

Twenty minutes passed. Although no new participants escaped, many people formed a team.

It seems that the remaining people are planning to get the next supplementary folding fan and escape, so that they can earn at least ten "Tao".

While Qi Xia was watching everyone, the fashionable woman he had seen before came towards him.

"Hello." The woman said softly, "Do you have a teammate now?"

Qi Xia shook her head and looked at her.

"Want to form a team?" the woman said, "You seem quite smart. Do you want to make a lot of money with me?"

"Make a fortune?" Qi Xia looked this woman up and down. She had exquisite makeup and a strong fragrance. She was wearing a tight-fitting skirt and had a pretty good figure.

"Yes." The woman nodded, "I have a good plan, but I need a man to be with me."

Qi Xia felt that the girl in front of him was indeed interesting. Her proposal was not to "escape" but to "make a lot of money".

"Then what do you need me to do?"

"Just protect me," the woman said, "otherwise I feel like I will be beaten to death."

"That…

…where is my reward? "Qi Xia asked again.

"The benefits are indispensable to you."

Qi Xia raised the corners of her mouth: "So what is your plan?"

"Well..." the woman thought for a moment, "come with me."

Qi Xia walked forward with her, feeling like a thug in the immortal dance.

Soon, the woman chose a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man kept looking around, as if looking for a suitable teammate.

"Hey, uncle!" the woman called, "Do you want to cooperate?"

"Cooperate...?" The uncle was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing?"

"You want to go out, right? I'll be paired with you." The woman smiled sweetly, "What kind of fan do you have there?"

The middle-aged man's eyes unceremoniously stared at several private parts of the woman's body, and then he said with a stern look: "You, tell me what you have first."

The woman nodded, took out three fans, unfolded them in her hands and showed them to the other party.

"I have happiness, anger, and sadness." The woman looked at the man and said, "As long as you have happiness, we will be a match."

The middle-aged man thought for a while, took out two folding fans from his pocket, and slowly opened them.

It is "joy" and "joy".

"Very good." The woman smiled and nodded, "I'll say 'angry' and 'sorrow', and you'll say 'joy' and 'joy'. Is it a deal?"

The middle-aged man looked at the woman's face and legs suspiciously, and then asked, "You can't lie to me, can you?"

"No, uncle, what did I lie to you for?" The woman grabbed the uncle's arm directly, "If you are worried, let's go to the "matching machine" now."

The middle-aged man looked at Qi Xia behind the woman with some suspicion, then lowered his head and thought for a while.

Qi Xia was also a little curious about what the woman in front of her wanted to do, so she could only remain silent.

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He looked at the two of them quietly without speaking.

"Fine." The uncle nodded, then stared at the woman's fair thighs and said, "Nizi, I'm "matched" with you."

"Great!" The woman still smiled sweetly as if she didn't feel anything, "Then let's go find a "matching machine"?"

She dragged the big man to a corner. There was no one around here, which was obviously a deliberately chosen location.

Qi Xia also followed closely behind the two of them. Although he did not agree to become a woman's "thug", in this corner, no matter what he did, it would be more convenient.

The fashionable woman came to the "matching machine", stretched out her hand and pressed the button on the left. The woman's picture appeared on the screen, with three smiling faces below.

At this moment, a line of text lights up: "Waiting for teammates..."

"Uncle, it's your turn." The woman said to the middle-aged man with a smile.

The middle-aged man nodded, reached out and pressed the button on the other side. The next second, the middle-aged man's photo also appeared on the screen, and the text on the screen also began to change.

"Two get in position and start pairing."

"Uncle, you don't seem to be taking the initiative." The woman, still smiling, said softly to the middle-aged man, "I have already pressed the button on my own initiative, why don't you express your gratitude? Are you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"Ah... that's not true." The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled, "It's my fault. I should take the initiative."

He took out two fans from his pocket and showed them to the woman. They were "Happiness" and "Happiness".

The woman nodded, and then watched helplessly as the middle-aged man inserted two fans into the two holes.

"Okay! I've put mine in, Nizi, it's your turn!" The uncle raised his head and looked at the woman, "Where are your 'anger' and 'sorrow'?"

The woman smiled, folded her hands, and took a step back slowly: "Uncle, I'm sorry, I regret it."