Isn't it beautiful? It's beautiful. It's so beautiful.
Okay, okay, great.
Do you want to borrow this money or not? Borrow it. Let alone two hundred, just two thousand or twenty thousand. That's no problem. Whoever doesn't borrow is a eunuch.
Of course, when Wang Xu wanted to borrow money, he was definitely not taking advantage of others' danger.
But it suddenly occurred to him that this was an opportunity to build a good relationship with the protagonist, and it was a good intention, not an evil one.
"I have money, how do you want to take it away?"
Wang Xu opened the drawer, took out a stack of money and put it on the table.
Because prices in this world are very low, the commonly used currency is cents, and banknotes are only used for large transactions.
A stack of ten-dollar bills put together, exuding the scent of ink, looks pleasing to the eye.
"You, what do you want?"
Bod looked a little scared, but she stood very firmly, lowering her head like that, tearing at the corners of her clothes desperately, as if they were her enemies.
The smile on Wang Xu's face deepened. He looked at Bertie's open collar, picked up a banknote, pushed it forward, and said softly: "Let's dance."
Bod breathed a sigh of relief. Dancing was what she was good at. Thinking of this, she reached out to fasten her buttons.
"Don't worry." Wang Xu picked up a few banknotes, pushed them forward, and said, "Just jump like this."
"Dancing like that?" Bod glanced at his clothes and his face turned red, as red as a little apple.
Wang Xu didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile on his lips.
Maybe it was the smile that infected her, or maybe it was the scent of the ink on the banknotes that relaxed her body and mind.
After Bod hesitated for a moment, he began to dance in front of Wang Xu.
"Okay, that's great."
Bod's collar is unbuttoned, and every time he dances, he brings up a scene.
Wang Xu was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of rum, watching Bertie dancing in front of him. What he admired most was her shy look that was obviously very shy and wanted to cover something, but couldn't.
After the dance, there were beads of sweat on Bertie's face. Because of the exercise just now, her white skin showed a pink color, so pink and tender that it made people want to take a bite.
bang bang bang
Wang Xu stood up from the sofa and couldn't help but start clapping.
Bertie's dancing is very good. He is beautiful, his movements are beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful. He is no worse than those of professional dancers.
"Is it okay?" Bod stood with his legs crossed, his hands folded in front of his chest, not daring to look at Wang Xu.
Wang Xu's eyes were full of appreciation and he nodded: "Take the money, it's yours."
"Oh!" Bod was about to walk up, but his feet gave way and he fell down.
Fortunately, Wang Xu had quick hands and eyes and stopped Bod's waist, otherwise this blow would not have been easy.
"Are you okay?" Seeing Bodie's painful tears with circles in her eyes, Wang Xu helped her sit on the sofa.
Bod moved closer to the back, as if he was avoiding something, and whispered without raising his head: "It's okay. When I was dancing just now, I started dancing without warming up. Maybe I didn't move enough and my foot sprained."
Wang Xu looked down and saw that Bertie's feet were already red and swollen. He had heard before that you must warm up before dancing, otherwise you will be easily injured. He didn't expect it to be like this.
"Don't move around. I'll help you set your bones." Wang Xu is a martial arts master and is very familiar with the joints of the human body. As soon as he got started, he could tell that Bertie's ankle was a bit out of place.
Click!!
With a flick of his hand, Bod put her ankle back in place before she felt any pain.
At this time, the pain came from his feet. Bod was so hurt that he groaned in pain: "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, oooooooooo."
"It's okay, it won't hurt soon." Wang Xu grabbed Bertie's ankle and used his true energy to help her heal the injury.
Being flushed with anger, Bod only felt warm and comfortable on his ankles, as if he was wading outside to bask in the sun, making him feel the urge to move without even wanting to move.
For one minute or two minutes, Wang Xu held it like this, because his true energy was not suitable for healing injuries. It was only because of his strength that his true energy was effective. True energy has unexpected benefits for ordinary people.
"Don't look." Seeing Wang Xu looking at him, Bod shyly covered his chest.
Wang Xu teased her a little, shook his head and said with a smile: "I've seen bigger ones than this."
Bod blushed with embarrassment. It was neither a refutation nor a refutation. His face was as red as an apple.
Wang Xu let go of her ankle and was about to ask Bertie to get up and take a few steps when he noticed two slightly bulging points on her chest and mocked: "Look at you, how easy it is to feel good?"
Bod didn't dare to look at him, and stood up from the sofa with a swish like a frightened little white rabbit.
After standing up, she found that her ankle no longer hurt. Without any time to think about it, she quickly grabbed the money on the table and ran out.
"hehe"
Wang Xu watched her back, until the door was slammed shut, then he smiled and said: "Interesting."
What is interesting is of course the harvest.
When Bertie took away the money on the seat, Wang Xu secretly sensed a ball of luck flying towards him.
This group of luck is not great, just a little bit, but for ordinary people, this is already an amazing blessing.
For example, the poor people in the slums probably only have a few points of luck, which is as light as a puff of white smoke.
Even the middle-class citizens walking on the street have only a dozen points of luck. Among them, bosses like Bill have about 20 or 30 points.
With a hundred points of luck, in the ancient world, one could at least be a county magistrate, in charge of a place and act as a Bailihou.
Officials in this world have a term system of four years, and their power is not as good as that of county magistrates, mayor-level dignitaries, or state legislators. They only have a hundred points of luck.
Just these 200 US dollars earned Wang Xu a career as a state legislator. This luck must be very good.
If Wang Xu is just an ordinary businessman, with these 100 points of luck blessing, he can become a wealthy businessman. There is no business in the world that can be more profitable than this.
"I only helped Carmen indirectly, and I earned so much luck from him. If I help him directly, how can I make so much money?" At this time, Wang Xu finally knew why there were so many old grandfathers.
The main character is a walking luck storage tank. A little thing popping out of his body can make a pheasant fly up a branch and turn into a phoenix.
If you don’t believe me, you can count, apart from the protagonists of tragic dramas, which protagonist has not reached the pinnacle of life, married Bai Fumei and become the winner in life.
Those people who surround the protagonist are one of a kind, whether they are the seventh aunt or the eighth aunt, as long as they are of the same mind as the protagonist, they will be rich and powerful.
On the other hand, those who have grudges against the protagonist may have their wives and children separated, or their families may be destroyed.
Why, because it is related to the protagonist, you can share the protagonist's luck. If you share the good luck, you will get good luck, and if you share the bad luck, you will get bad luck.
A person who has strong luck and is destined to become a famous figure, if he chooses to stand on the opposite side of the protagonist, will be suppressed by the protagonist's luck and become a hard worker who achieves nothing.
“What a wonderful place to live!”
Wang Xu touched his chin, feeling the urge to punch in the door and take away all his luck.
However, he suppressed this idea because Carmen was different from the previous protagonists. He was probably a special existence that emerged in the vast world.
Wang Xu even suspected that if he chose to attack Carmen, there would probably be a powerful wizard among them who would slap him to death on a whim.
This is no joke. A protagonist like Zhang Wuji, with less than a thousand luck, can jump off a cliff and survive without being defeated. Someone comes to save him.
A protagonist like Carmen who is lucky enough to be millions is definitely more powerful. Not to mention other cheats, the aura of the protagonist alone can drive countless people to death.
After all, this is the wizarding world, and it is very likely that the main line of this world is Carmen's struggle history.
An outsider like Wang Xu needs strength but not strength, needs a backstage but not a backstage, and fights against the protagonist in someone else's home field. Unless they are impatient, no normal person would do this.
Of course, no one will mind if I water the flowers and loosen the soil when I have nothing to do.