"Congratulations, this is your first purple card."
Xingkong handed the precious box to Wang Jin, still with a smile on his face.
But this time, the smile came from the heart, and she was truly happy for Wang Jin.
"Oh...Zika."
The young man scratched his head and reached out to take the box.
If the governing bureau wants to build momentum, it is not surprising that the card level should be higher.
But giving Zika at the beginning seems a bit luxurious.
"It's not extravagant."
Xingkong shook his head, he read Wang Jin's thoughts again.
"Saving a city district should be a blue card in itself."
"In addition, the command bureau requires that all the credit for Meng Yu, Zhao Guangming and others be attributed to you, so it is not surprising that you have become a Zika."
The man gently arranged his hair and explained to Wang Jin with a smile.
His official tone disappeared, and instead he seemed to be talking to a favored junior.
"As for that thing you've been wanting to ask..."
Xingkong narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to look at Wang Jin.
Whenever he does this kind of action, he feels inexplicably feminine.
Feminine, but not annoying.
"The second purpose of my coming here is this."
Xingkong took out a small blank card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Jin, motioning for Wang Jin to check it.
The annual meeting is sponsored by the Art Association, and the first place will receive a special reward from this group of fairies.
Although the details of this reward have always been elusive, it is definitely a good thing.
"This is...a blank Kaitan card?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and handed the card to Xingkong.
"That's right."
The latter nodded and asked.
"Have you ever wondered how the Kaidan Cards are drawn?"
"Didn't the goblins draw it?"
Wang Jin was stunned. He subconsciously looked at the exquisite card in his hand.
The purple border flashes slightly, filled with trace amounts of pollution.
At first, he thought it was a problem with the materials, but after careful inspection, he discovered that this was not the case.
"Of course not."
Xingkong shook his head and explained to Wang Jin.
"The way to draw the Guitan Cards is very complicated. They are actually the embodiment of 'things'."
"In addition, we fairies are also born from the situation..."
"Have you thought of anything?"
The man smiled slightly and indicated that the thoughts in Wang Jin's mind were okay.
"The ghost story cards are born based on events and are inextricably linked to the characters on them."
"As long as this connection is close enough, it can turn into real power."
"So... our reward is to let you draw your own ghost story card."
"But I have to warn you, this is very dangerous."
Xingkong took the blank card back into his arms and looked at Wang Jin with a smile.
I couldn't read this young man's thoughts.
"sounds good."
Wang Jin nodded, his expression serious and serious.
He didn't just nod his head to participate because of the vague promise of "turning the Kaidan cards into power", but was carefully weighing the pros and cons.
The Art Association has always maintained neutrality, and the danger Starry Sky warned is definitely not simple.
I am afraid that I will not be able to participate as I am still seriously injured.
Xingkong took a deep look at Wang Jin, his eyes a little dazed.
He could always see Wang Jue's shadow in this young man, especially when he was frowning and thinking.
"Don't worry, this opportunity is always open to you."
Leaving such words behind, the man in black slowly disappeared into the shadows.
"good."
Wang Jin nodded and didn't look at him again.
Putting the ghost story card into his pocket, he walked out of the ward tremblingly.
The annual meeting is generally over, and the players have begun to leave one after another.
The originally lively assembly hall was much deserted, but there were still quite a few civil organizations stationed here.
"Yo."
A familiar voice sounded, and Zhao Guangming strolled over carrying a bag of oranges.
He ate while walking, and when he reached Wang Jin, he just put the last piece into his mouth.
"I bought you... tangerine peel, keep it and soak it in water to drink."
Zhao Guangming handed the plastic bag filled with orange peels to Wang Jin with a guilty smile.
"Where's Leonard?"
Wang Jin's mouth twitched, but he didn't say much.
"There was a problem within the institute's jurisdiction, and they both left in a hurry."
Zhao Guangming scratched his messy hair and his expression rarely became serious.
"Let's go back tomorrow, the flight will be at one o'clock in the afternoon."
"Before that, just enjoy yourself."
"ah."
Wang Jin nodded and walked towards the restaurant.
Faces looked at me, strange or familiar.
Yang Gao waved to Wang Jin and smiled brightly.
He came in third place at the annual meeting and received quite generous rewards, so he is in a good mood now.
Meng Yu and Tian Gou were sitting together, eating strange tofu curd.
Li Hui came over to help Wang Jin and led him to the dining table.
This meal was quite lively.
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"Ah...I'm finally back."
Dajiang City, Pingan Building.
Wang Jin received an unprecedented warm welcome when he walked into the company.
Unfortunately it was only for a moment.
Before he could react, everyone was busy with the work at hand again.
However, there are still one or two people who are quite happy, such as Wang Jin's old friend, the epidemic doctor.
The relationship between the two of them is similar to that of a doctor and his beloved guinea pig. During the course of many studies, the two of them became strangely familiar.
After seeing the layers of bandages on Wang Jin's body, the doctor decisively carried him to the operating bed and gave him an injection of anesthesia.
Looking at the doctor sharpening his knife, Wang Jin closed his eyes helplessly.