Ciri knew what it would take to get started, and needed someone willing to help.

These people don't have to be loyal, but they must like to have fun in this cancer industry, otherwise it will be difficult to cultivate from scratch, and Ciri knows that as long as they feel that this thing is profitable, they will join.

With this thought, Ciri changed back into his dirty clothes and took out a little fluorite card in advance as an emergency. Then I hid my business card and went to the street in front of Connaught.

There was anyone on the street, and Ciri managed to find a corner to sit down.

Listening to this group of people talking, it is obviously all bragging.

Whether it's from the beginning of my own year or I have a friend, it's basically a whimsical story.

Of course, these stories basically can't avoid three things, honor, money and women.

Their content is completely out of step with the current situation.

Ciri just listened silently, whenever he asked about himself. Ciri directly put the old lame's set of templates on himself. Of course, it's not the king's brother, but he's just a scholar.

When these people listen to Ciri's description, they will put all kinds of fantasies on Ciri.

Some people say that Seeri ran away with the money from the private school, and some say that Seeri ran away after molesting a student.

But no matter what he said, Ciri always laughed with the other party.

The men quickly accepted Ciri as if he were as penniless as themselves.

It's only been less than an hour since they sat down, and how many stalks have been thrown on Lu Qiao, as long as it is related to learning or teachers, they will think of Xirui for the first time, and then ask Xirui if the bull that the other party just bragged about is right.

While speculating on the other party, while speculating on Ciri.

In addition to their penchant for exaggerated communication, they are also well aware of this, eager to debunk each other and make each other ugly.

Ciri waited, and at the end of the day, he finally understood the routine of the group.

These people are all old oilers, and they are just like the mercenaries here.

It's already inseparable from Connaught, and 100% of the money earned will be spent on Connaught.

The mercenaries waited to be hired and then earned money to continue spending on the Recreation Place.

And the same is true of these old oilers, except that they are not hired to make money, they just lie here day and night.

When you meet a newcomer, you will immediately go in and out of the recreation place, and you will immediately surround it, teach each other how to participate in play activities in the form of a staff officer, and even give advice, divide a small part if you make money, and find an excuse to leave if you lose money.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Some people think of their friends who are far away, and they will leave for a while to bring their friends to this place.

As long as an acquaintance exchanges the fluorite for a card and then bets, these leaders can also get a share.

People here can be used, but not deep friendships.

Cerrey unknowingly mixed with this group of people for three days, and could see that someone found a newcomer to help him understand the recreation workshop, whether he coaxed or cheated to really make money, and then took the money to turn over the book, and finally returned to the corridor with nothing again, and also saw someone who left for a day and brought friends, and finally let one more person in the alley.

Of course, is there anyone who goes from a piece of fluorite and then makes a thousand times more money by flipping through it, and then leaves here in style?

Very little, it seems that in the mouths of everyone who is talking big, there is also the so-called ranking of Kangle Fang.

Connaught has a list that has not been updated for several years, and there is only a multiplier on it and no actual amount.

The first place in the ranking is 1,700 times, no matter what his initial amount is, he once multiplied his funds in one day at Connaught 1,700 times, and successfully left.

Of course, the leaderboard is official, maybe it's also fake.

Listening to these people tell stories, Ciri nodded in agreement, and while most of them were recording.

Ciri doesn't care about the authenticity of these things, but he will count the points of agreement with these things.

For a month, Ciri ate the free food that was thrown out and had passed its expiration date, just like the people here.

Without starving to death, relying on this group of old oilers, Ciri summed up a list of the most interesting and most popular things in the recreation place.

Everyone likes to play a game of size, at least one fluorite at a time. There are three six-sided dice, with 18 as the maximum and 9 as the limit to divide the size, and of course there are unique points, such as special combinations such as straight and leopard.

There is also a marble machine, one firefly can be exchanged for ten marbles, and after the marbles rotate in the orbit, which pit falls into, you can get back the relative marbles. But it takes eleven marbles to get back a fluorite.

There are even people who will squat next to this kind of machine to pick up marbles that the other party carelessly drops.

But Ciri also found a problem, no matter what these people play, what they care about most is fairness, they will attribute it to luck if they win, but they will question fairness when they lose.

And Connaught's attitude towards fairness is quick and simple, that is, force, so how many mercenaries are here.

This method is effective, but in the eyes of Cieri, there will be big problems.

Use food to stabilize these people's appetites, and then use beauty to seduce the other party to take the initiative to bet.

Then use a game that seems fair, but in fact has a high probability of winning or losing, so that the other party is trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves.

Even Ciri suspects that newcomers and ordinary people will have a slow process of getting into the trap. At first, they will deliberately relax so that they can make money, and when the other party really feels that they don't have to be coolies for the nobles, when the other party thinks that the money earned by playing here again is that they can't earn it back by working hard for the nobles for a day, these people will fall, and eventually they will become old oilers and never recover.

So Ciri knew that he wanted to surpass Connaught. To build a zone of its own similar cancer, then it has to be an absolutely fair game. The game has to be motivated to participate, and it has to be fair, or at least seem flawless.

Three days ago, an old man who was still talking eloquently fell to the ground at this time, and his body glowed red.

And the old man is already having trouble speaking, and it is obvious that he is about to carry out a countdown to the flashback.

Ciri pointed to the glowing old man in the distance, who had stopped talking and curled, and said, "This person seems to be dying. ”

"It's rare and weird, there's someone like this here every week. The fastest can walk in a day or two, and basically few can carry it for a week. The environment here is too bad, and it is still a question of whether he can flash back or not. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Ciri asked rhetorically.

"It will take him three to seven days to die if he is red, but if he starves to death in these three days, he will not be able to flashback."

Ciri nodded and made a note of the matter.

Then I thought of something, the dead are the best at keeping secrets. On the other hand, the dead are also the fairest and most manageable.

No one would believe that someone would use their lives to accomplish a thing, and the great grandmother could sacrifice her life for the sake of the old king.

So this thing seems to be absolutely fair, and in fact, it can be manipulated artificially.

Thinking of this, Ciri completely understands, but at this point he still needs to try.

Ciri said slowly, "You guys love to play so much, or use him to play." ”