Chapter 700: Draw

Chapter 700
"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry!" Duan Keyu's voice trembled slightly, "I know I was wrong, please give me a chance."
Duan Keyu cried so much that the pear blossoms rained, and it was hard to watch.
"Brother Yang, what should I do?" Wu Zhehan asked in a low voice.
Zhou Yang smiled faintly.
This Duan Keyu and the director are not fuel-efficient lamps.
The director threw the pot to him, and Duan Keyu begged him in public.
If Zhou Yang refuses, it will leave other artists with the impression that Zhou Yang is domineering.
But don't refuse...It's cheaper than Duan Keyu.
"Let's go..." Zhou Yang smiled faintly, "We draw playing cards and win five games in nine games. If you can win me, I will let you stay, and if you lose, you will leave."
"This should be fair, right?" Zhou Yang said.
"It's fair! I hope you can keep your promise." Duan Keyu's eyes flashed.
She didn't want to leave, since Zhou Yang gave the opportunity, she must seize it.
Five wins in nine rounds, a great chance.
"Brother Yang, what if she wins?" Wu Zhehan pouted.
Zhou Yang smiled indifferently: "Nothing, she can't win!"
"Zhou Yang, do you need my help?" Yan Jiahui whispered, "I can use magic tricks."
"No need!" Zhou Yang said with a smile, "You are cheating, I rely solely on luck."
Yan Jiahui sighed helplessly: "Knowing that she is pure luck, and she is so full of words?"
"Look at it!" Zhou Yang and Duan Keyu came to the table where the playing cards were placed.
"Compare one by one? Or nine together? You decide." Zhou Yang said openly.
Duan Keyu thought for a while, and categorically said, "Draw out nine of them and compare them together."
"You smoke first!" Zhou Yang is still very gentleman.
Duan Keyu's breathing suddenly rose.
Her fingers ran across the backs of brand new playing cards.
At this moment, how she wished she had perspective.
Duan Keyu picked out nine cards in two full minutes.
"It's me!" Zhou Yang smiled.
After thinking about it, Zhou Yang had no clairvoyance skills.
There are a total of four decks of poker on the table. It would be too much to take eight ghost cards through perspective.
Fortunately, Zhou Yang also has a poker bonus.
His expression was indifferent and he started to draw cards.
Nine were drawn in a while.
"Do you want to change the order of the cards?" the director said.
The two shook their heads at the same time.
"Okay, please two open cards."
Duan Keyu turned over the first card.
"It's two, great!" Hu Weiwei and other teammates cheered together.
Yan Jiahui and Wu Zhehan are a little big.
It doesn't matter if Duan Keyu stays. What they worry about is the camera recording Zhou Yang's loss, which is a bit uncomfortable.
Zhou Yang smiled and turned over the first card.
"Boy!"
"Yay!"
Wu Zhehan and Yan Jiahui cheered.
Duan Keyu's complexion changed.
"You are very lucky." Duan Keyu glanced at Zhou Yang, rather unconvinced.
Duan Keyu's second card is the Heart Ace.
Zhou Yang is another kid.
On the third card, Duan Keyu tragically caught a four.
Zhou Yang is still a little ghost card.
Now Zhou Yang himself was a little depressed.
Yes, the poker game bonus is a passive skill bestowed by the system.
But this bonus is too scary.
A random draw is a ghost card?
The people around looked at Zhou Yang with amazement.
"What kind of luck is this?" a male artist muttered, "Also let others not play."
Li Haoxuan frowned.
What he was concerned about were four cameras surrounded by Zhou Yang with no dead ends.
This paragraph will definitely be the focus of editing.
The program group likes this kind of topical interaction.
It can be inferred that even if Zhou Yang loses the game, he will have a lot of shots.
Helpless!
"Three to zero." The director announced loudly, "Zhou Yang has two more games."
Duan Keyu was immediately stressed.
She took a few breaths quickly, and turned all the remaining six cards over.
"I go!"
"This……"
The sisters of the team were dumbfounded.
What is this?
It's just a phone number.
There is not even a card to lead people, the biggest one is a nine of hearts.
"I lost!" Duan Keyu cried out.
If you can win this way, hell!
"Don't worry, I haven't flop yet?" Zhou Yang said with a smile, "Maybe you are counterattack!"
Wu Zhehan couldn't help but turned over all Zhou Yang's remaining cards.
"This Nima..."
"No!"
Everyone exclaimed.
The cameramen can't wait to poke the lens on the table and Zhou Yang's face.
The remaining six cards are a little ghost, four big ghosts, plus a two of spades.
There was silence around.
Four decks of poker and eight ghost cards were all taken away by Zhou Yang.
How likely is this?
Zhou Yang was actually quite distressed.
He didn't expect this to happen.
The director patted his forehead and smiled bitterly.
After all, this will definitely be considered a black box operation by the artists.
After all, even screenwriters dare not write like this.
Li Haoxuan, Hu Weiwei, and a large group of young idol artists, their eyes are dull.
"I don't believe... Do it again!" Duan Keyu trembled.
"Yes, do it again!" Hu Weiwei was silent this time.
Zhou Yang spread his hands: "I don't care who comes."
The cameramen and directors are going crazy with joy.
There are highlights and contradictions, and they are all done in a small area, which will not affect the subsequent recording.
From the first issue, there is enough material to edit, so happy.
"Please Zhou Yang, please." The chief director muttered.
In the next ten minutes, it seems that all idol artists have forgotten the original intention of coming to the studio.
They are like red-eyed gamblers in the casino, drawing cards with Zhou Yang in a wheel battle.
Hu Weiwei, lose.
Li Haoxuan, lose.
One after another, one after another, all lost.
Among them, Zhou Yang was suspected of playing tricks and shuffled the cards himself, and lost.
Someone who had a bad idea to cover Zhou Yang's eyes with a black cloth still lost.
There were even those who voluntarily asked to draw for Zhou Yang, which card Zhou Yang designated, which card he draws... still lost.
For more than ten minutes, in a simple game of playing cards, Zhou Yang turned a large number of artists who had killed them on their backs and complained.
In the end, the director personally came forward to finish the game.
The eyes of all the artists looking at Zhou Yang were a bit wrong.
Once or twice, it can be said that people are lucky, but it is like this more than ten times. What does it mean?
Is Zhou Yang a person favored by God?
People in mixed entertainment circles are somewhat superstitious.
The so-called "Xiaohong relies on support, big red relies on fate", that's it.
Today, Zhou Yang played a poker game to make them dying, making these young people and the agents behind them lost in thought.
In the next sports competition, should we choose to avoid Zhou Yang?
And Duan Keyu, because of losing the competition with Zhou Yang, left sadly according to his promise.
She didn't want to leave, but seeing the director's gloomy face, she could only leave with tears in her eyes.
The director also promised her that in post-production, those negative things would be removed, and she would be cast as a person who lost the bullfight with Zhou Yang, which was regarded as a salvation for her.
Duan Keyu could only agree.
In contrast, this is the best result.
"Okay, pay attention to all departments, and then we will enter the stage of admission." The director picked up the loudspeaker and shouted, "Before this, everyone sign up for their own projects."
"There are no restrictions on registration, but I suggest that everyone choose their areas of expertise, otherwise exposure will be problematic." The director finally said.