The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 270 Smile for Bo Huakui (13)

Now, tell them there are only ten people who can walk the ropes...

Isn't this more monks and less porridge?

Before, each of them had a chance, and there were two more chances. Now, only ten people have a chance.

"These ten places are really limited..." the commentator said awkwardly, and it seemed that he was really embarrassed.

"In order to promote fair competition for everyone, there are four places in the Xiaohua Building where four tokens are placed. Ladies and ladies, if you find one of the tokens, you can get a quota." The man who explained it added.

"Only four tokens?" one person asked.

Some people have already started looking for tokens, and some people are standing here.

"Yes, there are only four tokens." The commentator nodded, "One token represents one quota, four tokens represent four quotas, and the remaining six quotas..."

"What about the remaining six places? Tell me quickly!" a rather impatient person urged.

"For the remaining six places, you can go to the second floor to guess riddles. There are a total of [-] riddles. Whoever guesses the most riddles may get a place. There are only three places in this place." The commentator said.

"That is to say, only the top three who guess the most riddles will get the quota?" A woman asked.

"That's right." The commentator nodded with a smile.

Then, another group of people rushed to the second floor to guess riddles.

There are still a few people standing here, but they haven't left yet.

"What about the remaining three places?" a woman asked.

"The remaining three quotas are to do one thing. If Yan Yan is satisfied with what you have done, you will have a chance to get a quota." The commentator said.

"What are you doing?" a woman asked.

"Anything is fine." The commentator replied with a smile.

……

There are only four tokens, and I don’t know where to put them, and I don’t know what the tokens are or what they look like. A group of people are looking for them like headless chickens, and I don’t know if they can be found.

Even if they can be found, there are only four places, so there are too many monks.

When it comes to guessing riddles, there are only a hundred riddles, so many people try to guess, you guess one and I guess one, basically the guessing is over.

To do one thing to satisfy the oiran, but I don't know what to do to satisfy the oiran.

Some people rack their brains to say nice things to the oiran, perform a show for the oiran, sing a song for the oiran...

Someone brought a pot of flowers and said to the commentator: This is the token.

The commentator shook his head: This is not a token.

"What exactly is the token?" the man asked the commentator.

"It's a rather special thing." The commentator said.

"Aren't you fucking kidding me!" the man said angrily, "What special thing is it? Tell me clearly!"

"Every token will have a relatively hidden mark on it, but there is no such mark on this potted flower." The commentator said.

"What does that mark look like?" the man asked.

"Well..." The commentator looked very embarrassed.

At this time, a person came over with a pot of flowers, and the person said, "This pot of flowers is a token."

The commentator looked at the potted flower, then nodded to this person, and said, "Yes, this potted flower is a token. Congratulations to this young lady. She successfully found a token and has a quota."

(End of this chapter)