Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 117
"Ding dong, the seventeenth floor is here."

"That's why I said that timing is still very important. If we were born two years earlier, we might be able to make a high-ranking representative."

"I have my own office. I drink tea every day when I go to work, take care of my subordinates, and find a young and beautiful secretary. If there is something to do, the secretary will do it, and if there is nothing to do."

Wang Zhengyu's voice stopped abruptly, because he saw a ghostly figure standing in front of him.

"Cough cough. Qian Daihao" He Luo coughed and greeted. In fact, he really wanted to add that those words just now were Wang Zhengyu's own thoughts, and had nothing to do with me, Luo.

Qian Zhuo actually showed up at the association on a day off. Didn't he say he wouldn't come today?

But not only did he appear, but he also wore a light green suit with a checked pattern, and he still wore the black-rimmed glasses on his face. His hair was brushed back with hair mud, revealing his full forehead. It's no different.

"Qian Dai, why are you here?" Wang Zhengyu laughed awkwardly, standing where he was at a loss.

"Qiandai, your tea." Miss Wei Ling handed over the tea.

Qian Zhuo took one of the cups, put it to his mouth and blew the air-conditioning slowly.

"Hmph, why can't I come?"

"If you have time to gossip, why not think more about how to hone your skills."

Feeling Qian Zhuo's cold eyes, Wang Zhengyu felt that the air seemed to be tense, and he put on a smile and was about to run away, but Qian Zhuo stopped him unexpectedly.

"You wait first."

"The box of oolong I put in the meeting is missing a few grams. Did you drink it?"

Wang Zhengyu immediately froze in place, with goosebumps all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He looked at the tea set on his desk that he hadn't had time to clean up.

He guessed that if Chandra had noticed that his cup of tea was a little short, he must have looked at his desk.

Rather than stubbornly resisting, it is better to admit it generously.

Having made a decision in his heart, Wang Zhengyu forced a smile on his face: "Yes, boss, really. Sorry, I just want to taste what the best oolong tea tastes like."

"En." Qian Zhuo nodded silently, lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, without saying anything.

Wang Zhengyu blinked: "Boss, don't you blame me?"

Qian Zhuo glanced at him: "What are you blaming? It's a good thing you know how to appreciate tea. Just remember to tell me in advance next time."

Wang Zhengyu still couldn't believe that Qian Zhuo let him go just like that, swallowed his saliva, and ran away as if he had to go back to his desk

"Okay boss, I will let you know in advance next time!"

"Uh, that Qian Dai, I drank a bag of instant coffee this morning." He Luo hurriedly imitated the example, gave a French military salute, and confessed all his crimes.

Qian Zhuo chuckled lightly.

"Drink it, why don't you drink the one in the drawer?"

"But if you want to drink really good coffee, you have to ask Song Dynasty upstairs for it. He likes to drink that stuff."

Song Dynasty?He Luo was a little puzzled, but he was relieved after a little recollection. He had heard Lin Hao talk about it before.

The so-called Song Dynasty has the same status as the Qian Dynasty, the leader of the second group of the Kangcheng District Pumping Association, and the Song Dynasty pumping people.

He likes to drink coffee?

Is there another team leader who likes to drink?
He murmured to himself, and wanted to go back to his desk and continue fishing if he had nothing to do, but Qian Zhuo stopped him again.

"You don't need to go back, just follow me."

He Luo kept asking himself: "Me?"

Qian Zhuo nodded: "Yes, let's go."

After saying that, he put down the tea bowl in his hand that he had not yet finished drinking, and walked in front of He Luo.

"Qian Dai, let's go, where are we going?" He Luo, who was following behind, asked reassuringly.

Qian Zhuo walked into the elevator alone, and after He Luo came in, he pressed the button for the 23rd floor.

After seeing the button, He Luo could probably guess Qian Zhuo's purpose.

He straightened his suit and said, "Where else can I go? Of course I'm going to teach you new skills. Why, you're not happy?"

He Luo found that Qian Zhuo, who had a troublesome face and said that he didn't want to be his master, but was just a simple elder's advice, seemed completely different from what he imagined.

Last time, after teaching myself how to be lucky, I also sent several text messages.

I was afraid that there was something he didn't understand, and said that I could answer his questions for him.

Don't want to be touched by He Xiaoluo.

This not only gave him the idea that Qian Dai was here specifically to teach him skills today.

"Of course not. I just came to the meeting for something, and I'm just teaching you by the way." Qian Zhuo explained ruthlessly in front of him.
"By the way, you are the most diligent agent who practices your skills that I have ever seen. Even now that I am talking to you, you are still constantly controlling the highs and lows of your luck."

He Luo raised his eyebrows: "Can I take that as a compliment?"

"Of course." Qian Zhuo replied affirmatively, "Perhaps it is because of your hard work that your proficiency in pressurization seems to be completely different from that of a few days ago."

He Luo looked at his proficiency in oppression——
Skill: Fortunate (N: Normal level) (Requires pre-skill: Fortunate Coercion)

Skill effect: Use luck pressure on yourself to reduce your own luck. The effect of downgrading luck can increase with skill proficiency.

Skill proficiency: 1424/100000 (proficient)——
After he has repeatedly used pressure luck these days, he has practiced this ordinary-level skill to the point of perfection.

A more intuitive expression is that he can steadily suppress his own fortune.

That's why Qian Zhuo praised his pressure skills, which is completely different from the beginning.

"Hehe" He Luo smiled and touched the back of his head. It felt good to be praised by his superior.

"So today, are you going to teach me new skills?" He asked hopefully.

Qian Zhuo nodded: "Yes, come with me, I will teach you some new tricks today."

He took He Luo into the card drawing practice area and came to the card drawing machine. He Luo asked what the so-called new trick we learned today?
I heard that there is a kind of unique skill in martial arts that can observe the sky at night, change the direction of the wind, know the general trend of the world, and change fate against the sky. Is this the skill that Qian Dai is talking about?
Qian Zhuo shook his head.

He Luo asked, what Qian said on behalf of you was the hyped-up meridians on the Internet, the air flow through the four orifices, minor practitioners can prolong their life for a hundred years, and master practitioners can live forever.
Qian Zhuo shook his head again and said that those on the Internet were just rumors. The elixir of life did not exist. You should give up as soon as possible.

"What's that? Is there a magical skill that I don't know about?" He Luo was puzzled.

"Yes, it's so amazing that it's used every day." Qian Zhuo explained: "The opposite of pressing luck is raising luck."

(End of this chapter)