In a townhouse community in Nanquan City, the big red Cadillac stopped in front of the three-story villa and jumped out of the car and rushed into the villa, "Grandpa, grandpa!!"

Zhao Junxing's grandfather Zhao Weisheng, also the founder of Dongsheng Express in Nanquan City, is currently the chairman. The old man who is currently the chairman is quietly making tea in the living room. When he glanced at his grandson who was burning buttocks and was full of alcohol, he couldn't help but frown and said, "What does it look like."

Zhao Junxing was too lazy to use all kinds of obedient and good at coaxing people. He ran over and sat opposite the old man, grabbed a cup of kung fu tea and drank it suddenly. When he was so hot that he grinned, he said to the old man, "Grandpa, come on, stone scissors, this is the easiest."

Zhao Weisheng looked confused and stared at the grandson strangely for a minute before he said uncertainly, "Are you short of money?"

Zhao Junxing was stunned, and then laughed a second later, "Yes, your hand is a little tight, and your second son doesn't give me it, so I want to find some flowers from you. This way, a handful of ten yuan, how about it? I plan to win tens of thousands of pocket money from you by relying on this."

The old man's face turned green, "Go along."

Who is Zhao Weisheng? Although Dongsheng Logistics, which was created in the development of the great era, is far inferior to those giants whose channels are spread across the country, it also has a certain influence in Dongyue Province, and its market value is tens of millions.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to live in a townhouse by himself. His three sons were all double-story duplex buildings. These properties now totaled tens of millions. Then... even though he had already delegated power, he rarely paid attention to the trivial matters of logistics companies, and left them all to his sons and his successful grandsons to develop. Even those nationally renowned groups wanted to annex Dongsheng or suppress them, he still did not come forward.

Zhao Weisheng, who is in his seventies, is really a thirsty years old. But even if there is not much, this guy is so anxious to come and play with him in the middle of the night. Is there such a tricky grandson?

As for Zhao Junxing's statement that he wanted to win tens of thousands of pocket money with a pair of ten-yuan stone scissors cloth, it was even more fantasy. You are so funny.

"Really, grandpa, come on, I will definitely win, your values ​​collapse. Believe it or not. If I can't do it, then prepare a super unique gift for you and never break your promise." Zhao Junxing did not miss this opportunity and instigated him again.

Zhao Weisheng was so happy that his values ​​collapsed because he won. If this kid hadn't been so sweet that he used to be so sweet that he had made him happy all day long, would you believe that he could even slap you in his seventies?

But seeing Zhao Junxing stretching out his hand to come with him, the old man also stretched out his hand, "What unique gift can really be done?"

"Of course, I am your biological grandson." Zhao Junxing nodded repeatedly.

Mr. Zhao was silent. Could it be that this kid got something good, and he deliberately wanted to give it to him in this funny way to make him happy.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved, "Come on, let me get the first one."

Shake hands and punch.

The first Zhao Weisheng stone was raised by Zhao Junxing cloth.

"It's 10 yuan." Zhao Junxing turned around and ran away excitedly. When he came back again, he was already holding a neutral pen and a note book, and readily wrote a 1 on it.

This posture made the old man angry and funny, but he didn't say anything and continued.

I lost the second game, and the third game...

The posture gradually became serious from the initial casual play, and then to the slower punching, and even used verbal stimulation to play psychological warfare, but the record amount was over 100 yuan, and the old man kept losing.

"I...you let me slow down for a while, this...this is not true."

"Is your damn really my grandson?"

...

No more continued, the old man leaned on the sofa in sweat and looked at Zhao Junxing with horror on his face, in horror.

Although a simple game like Stone Scissors contains certain psychological warfare factors, even if you make the world's top psychological master play more than 100 games, you will never win so badly and never lose in one go.

"Hahahahaha, really, all this is true. No wonder he refused to give me life and death, but finally agreed to it in a charity gesture. These words... are so magical and should only exist in the legend."

Zhao Junxing was excited and danced with joy. The old man was stunned again after saying something.

The next moment, Zhao Junxing took out two pieces of paper from his suit pocket and placed the paper on the table before continuing. As a result, he lost three times with five random handfuls.

Put the paper back in your pocket again and win all twenty consecutive games.

Zhao Weisheng was stunned and took the paper from Zhao Junxing without believing in evil. When he wanted to unfold it, he was startled by a low shout, "Grandpa, don't look at it first, let's play first if you put it in your pocket. I don't know whether things are accurate or not. This is actually an experiment."

The old man was very silent after hearing this. After a minute, he suppressed countless curiosity and stuffed two folded paper into his pocket.

The stone scissors and cloth started over again, fifty consecutive strokes, without considering the slightest skill, without considering the other party's mentality, just making things at will, but there is no suspense for winning every time.

The next day, when it was bright and dark, Zhao Weisheng, who had not slept all night, looked excited and excited, and could not see any fatigue.

All night, they found out that if anyone puts two pieces of paper on it, their luck would be incredibly unscientific.

The old man put two pieces of paper in his pocket early in the morning and walked around the villa. He picked up three pieces of paper money and four or five coins.

"This, what is this? This kind of thing cannot exist..." Until now, he endured the impulse and did not look at what the words were on the paper. Zhao Weisheng just grabbed his grandson's shoulder excitedly after returning to the villa.

It was also at this time that Zhao Junxing slowly spoke everything in a hoarse voice. His voice had long been hoarse in the lasting cheers and excitement.

After hearing everything, Mr. Zhao still felt incredible and unacceptable, but the sleepless night brought by this magical paper was real.

After opening it for a while, the two sheets of paper on it were exactly the same, and even the stroke intervals were the same. When I saw it suddenly, I felt like it was printed.

"Good words, good words, but..."

Characters are really good characters. From a professional perspective, Zhao Weisheng can also find countless words in a short time, but he can't say them after opening his mouth, because only ordinary calligraphy is used to describe these two characters? Isn't that missing the root of the original and the end?

In the morning, Zhao Weisheng was excited to call a few old friends and friends, and made an appointment to play mahjong at home. After winning tens of thousands of dollars, he cheated in a group of old people. In the voice of when you became a god of gambling, he went upstairs with his hands behind his back.
Chapter completed!