My protagonist attributes have been discovered

The Shanhai Hotel in the afternoon was the same as before noon, with no business.

The tables and chairs in the store were clean, and the stocks on the mobile phone were growing steadily, but the boss staying upstairs had been quiet. The four employees in the store had nothing to do, so Sister Tu suggested playing cards.

After sitting at the poker table and playing dozens of cards, it was getting late, Song Yangle glanced at the cards in his hand, and pondered: "You guys are a little different from what I imagined."

"What's the difference?"

"I don't like studying that much."

"..." Sister Yu, who was wearing a big wave curl, shook the cigarette half-dipped in her mouth, and the ash fell into the ashtray below. After a little silence, she coughed and raised her voice: "Of course." Yes. Don’t you humans also have a saying, ‘Learning is like sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat’. The same is true for us, that is to say, what kind of harmonious society is now, in the past, those with low cultivation bases who did not learn can only die..."

"The weak eat the strong."

After Song Yangle finished speaking, taking advantage of the time when his opponent was concentrating on hypnotizing him, he stretched out his hand to the deck facing away from him, pressed the first card to the right of the center, and pulled——

... didn't move.

Sister Tu, who was in charge of the card deck, stopped talking and held the cards, and the baby voice sneered: "It's already afternoon, I've been on guard against you for a long time."

"..." Song Yangle paused, and moved his gaze to her lips: "Sister Tu, your cigarette..."

Sister Tu sneered and squinted at him, expressing that she had seen through his tricks: "Don't try to divert the conversation... hiss...!"

Because she was a little agitated, she didn't notice that her mouth was moving too much, and the smoke that was burning to the filter tilted and burned her lips.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Yangle calmly drew out the card, turned it over and put it on the table—it really was a Jack of Hearts that controlled the whole situation.

"Hiss..." Sister Tu buckled the rest of the cards, pressed the cigarette butt, and said in a ruthless voice, "What the hell?! I'm the only one who loses this afternoon, so I won't fight anymore!"

Tai Feng squeezed the only two cards left in his hand, looked to the left, then to the right, and scratched his ears: "Haven't the cards been drawn yet? Is it over again?"

Sister Tu rolled her eyes: "What are you playing for? He has won more than one-third of the cards on his side. What's the point of playing any more?!"

"But, you and I haven't..."

Sister Tu was furious: "You're an asshole, but you still have the nerve to say it here?!"

——Sex|Feeling auspicious, playing cards online.

Seeing Sister Tu angrily scolding Taifeng for the good luck buff, Song Yangle thought of this sentence pattern that he forgot who told him, and before he could laugh, Sister Tu pointed the finger of anger at him again: "...and you ! He said he couldn’t play cards! As a result, he won [-] out of [-] rounds!”

To be precise, I won 31 out of [-] rounds, and there were [-] rounds in which I won you alone but lost to Taifeng.Song Yangle thought a lot inwardly: what's more, as a protagonist, it's just a deck of poker, so he must not lose too badly.

Of course, he who cherishes life still pretends to be modest in his words: "No, I really didn't know it at first, but I only realized it after watching you fight...it's all luck."

Sister Tu let out a heck and motioned him to look at Tai Feng: "You compare your luck with him?" You continue to brag?

Looking at the "innocent" Jishen who was scratching his cheek, Song Yangle turned his head and said calmly: "... Well, I admit, I did use some skills."

Sister Tu's eyes widened: "What technique? Say it quickly!"

"Your playing habits."

Sister Tu wrinkled her face: "...What's wrong with getting used to it? There's nothing wrong with it, right?"

Song Yangle actually felt that there was nothing to say, but just in case readers who might exist were watching, in order to win as much favor as possible for herself, I recalled it and patiently gave her a detailed count:

"You can't see it yourself, but it's obvious for others to see it-every time you see the corresponding card, your eyes will keep looking at that card unconsciously, and the frequency of blinking will be more than when you look at other cards. Three to four times; every time you reshuffle the cards, you will subconsciously reverse the routine, but often only reverse the previous routine two to three times. After five to six card draws, it is basically another routine for you. A new cycle..."

"Shut the mic, you."

Keenly aware of the psychological shadow that would be caused to him if he continued to listen, Sister Tu interrupted him blankly, and under the innocent gaze of two X-card friends, she lit a cigarette again, looking It was a bit of vicissitudes:

"Oh, male."

Two males: "..."

Really. Tai Feng, who thought he was innocent, looked at the card table and then at them: "Then I put the cards away?"

Sister Tu, who has seen through this hypocritical world, waved impatiently: "Take it."

Taifeng put away the cards, Song Yangle looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and found that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, "Gambling|wasting time" is really not just talking.

And this whole afternoon, not to mention the takeaway, not a single customer in the restaurant showed up.

Song Yangle thought for a while, and asked Sister Tu: "Is our shop very remote?"

"It's not too far away." Sister Tu was smoking a cigarette, trimming her nails with the nail clippers on the keychain, without raising her head: "Aren't there your human cars on the road?"

"..." Finding that the definition of "bias" seems to be a bit different between them, Song Yangle thought for a while, and returned to the straightforward way, asking: "Then why are there so few customers in our store?"

"Because everyone has to go to work and school." Sister Tu raised her hand and looked at her nails against the light: "Although we don't necessarily need to eat and drink, we monsters also need a place to live."

"But I heard that some monks and Taoists who don't have to work at fixed hours get quite high salaries. Things like catching ghosts and watching Fengshui start at a million dollars at a time. Isn't it easy to buy a house?"

Sister Tu...Sister Tu was so shocked that the cigarette dropped from her mouth, she raised her head and asked in amazement: "It's just catching a ghost, is the reward so high?!"

"...I heard it from hearsay."

Sister Tu didn't listen at all, she was full of thoughts: when the aura-filled stingray cooked by Taotie only sells for 2 to [-] yuan, this little thing can make a million dollars at once. huge!

In addition to being shocked, Sister Tu couldn't help wondering whether she should collude with the Underworld... No, forget it.

Thinking of the gloomy underworld, she immediately calmed down, picked up the cigarette butt that fell on the ground and pressed it into the ashtray, and returned to the topic: "This is different from what I heard."

"...What version are you?"

"What I know is that those monks, bald donkeys, cry for poverty every year, saying that a new era of reform and opening up has come, and Taoist Temple Mountains must also pay taxes. They also say that the tax is very expensive, and they have to pay tens of thousands a year; Struggle, not good at learning, not to mention catching ghosts and watching Fengshui, there are people who have practiced for 30 to [-] years but have never even seen ghosts. It is estimated that they will not be able to enter Taoism until they die; they also said that humans have recently invented a Fengshui watch Instrument, their life is getting more and more difficult..." At the end, Sister Tu couldn't help muttering: "Could it be that they lied to us?!"

"...No, I think, maybe, what they say is true."

Song Yangle, who was shocked by what she said about the tragedies of cultivators, also felt that his three views were on the verge of collapse. He did not expect that the rumored way of making money would have such a side. When his faith collapsed, he found it deeply and heartbreakingly—this , is actually possible.

After the establishment of China, the land was owned by the state, and if the cultivators wanted to keep their Taoist temples, they had to pay taxes on a regular basis → the premise of paying taxes was to have money, but everyone was engaged in idealism. I haven't taken care of any material matters, what should I do?

There are two paths here.

One is to quietly engage in some sideline business related to feudal superstition when the brilliance of socialist science is covering the land of China, which is the kind Song Yangle has heard: one hour of practice, millions of minutes; , the few old seniors at the top have to step down from the altar, and a large number of them have to go to the sea to support their families without food or drink.

The other is to develop religion scientifically and rationally based on |national|condition|public|public opinion, and join hands with investors to develop peripheral industries, such as tourism, incense candles, clay sculptures and golden statues.But there are also implicit conditions for this matter, that is, at least one "insider" who understands modern laws and regulations is required to participate, that is, cultivating Taoism must also have culture, and cultivators are encouraged to bloom both styles and styles on the road of practice, and hold a bachelor's degree in one hand. The card and the investor chatted and laughed happily, holding the Sanqing sword in one hand to kill all the demons and goblins... sober up, please?This kind of talent is completely rare!Therefore, it is normal that the "gray | gray | income" is getting less and less, and religion is gradually becoming Qingshui yamen in the case of higher and higher educational qualifications in modern religions.

Although I have heard about the high salaries of monks and priests, but if you carefully calculate the hidden population behind it, the cost should not be low?

Song Yangle, who always thought that one day he would get through Ren Du's second vein and learn Qimen Dunjia, became the first immortal cultivator to ascend to the upper realm in the past thousand years like every protagonist of Long Aotian, and became rich by the way: he is autistic.

He's really a little autistic.

The autistic Song Yangle finished explaining to Sister Tu, buried his face in his arms, and asked sullenly: "...Then Sister Tu, how about the salary in our shop?"

"That's it." Sister Tu blew on her nails, flatly: "It's better for you to deliver food, there is a commission, Taifeng and I are two a month, [-] to [-], no hardware and no insurance. Bah, cheapskate .”

Ten to twenty thousand...Suddenly, Song Yangle felt that his autism was getting better again, so he poked his face out: "The cheapskate is..."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze involuntarily fixed on the two long legs that appeared at the top of the stairs.

Sister Tu, who lowered her head and manicured her nails, managed to understand the unspoken words of "who" behind him, and snorted, "Who else could it be? That bastard Yinglong knows how to exploit people all day long." Staff, bah!"

"..." Song Yangle sat up straight, and greeted the man who came down the stairs: "Good afternoon."

The other party looked at him for two seconds, nodded, went to the front desk to get a cup, and walked to the water dispenser.

Sister Tu, who was about to pass by, was still manicuring her nails, she didn't notice, she heard him say "good afternoon", she gave him a blank look, and said angrily, "What's the matter, I lost so badly this afternoon."

"Aren't you preparing to learn computers?"

"It's too difficult, it makes me dizzy, I'm late..." He only felt dazed when he heard half of it, and the keychain and ashtray in Sister Tu's hand disappeared, and when he turned his head, his voice was sweet: "I'll be there soon!" I'll go and see, boss." After speaking, he ran to the front desk like his butt was on fire.

The magic thing is still good.Song Yangle looked at her back and pondered for a while, and felt that the dream of cultivating immortals could be saved for a while—it would be better to learn some small spells instead.

Sister Tu left, and the man looked at him who was still sitting at the table, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes.

Pounding... He heard his heart beat twice, and was stabilized by him without changing his expression.

He and the other party looked at each other in silence for a while, and then heard the other party's deep and magnetic voice say to him: "Gossip during working hours, do you want to have your salary deducted?"

"..."