The name "Wilton" was inquired by Jiang Luo from the mouths of the three noble ladies.
In this kind of occasion where the rich are all masked, the name of the rich on the stage is called out, which is equivalent to being stripped of the protective cover of anonymity. Wilton was terrified, but did not remember knowing such a person.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Luo took a step forward, and the light and shadow cast a falling shadow on him. Instead of answering the question, he unceremoniously began to disparage everything about this ball.
"It's boring."
"tedious."
"I originally thought that the games here would be very different, and who knew that it would be no different from the ones outside, vulgar, routine, and not exciting," Jiang Luo turned to look at the rich people behind him, "Do you think it's interesting?"
The rich people also had clear and boring expressions on their faces. They spread their hands and told Jiang Luo the answer.
The uninteresting accusations from the rich were more unbearable to Wilton than the protests from the poor. He clenched his fists, his anger running high. Everyone's eyes were on the black-haired youth standing at the front, waiting for him to say the rest.
"Since the game is so boring, let's change some rules and make it more interesting," Jiang Luo's voice changed, "the first rule of the dance is 'you can't refuse other people's request to check the cards', as long as there is a little bit ahead Add a few words and the game just gets more fun."
"For example," he raised his lips, "before looking at someone else's card, you have to guess the person's identity."
"If you guess wrong, you will automatically be reduced to slave status."
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the ballroom.
The rich man's first reaction was to disagree, but after thinking about it in his head, he felt that it was not impossible.
They discussed secretly between them.
"This way is really more exciting than before."
"Who is this person? The brain is really flexible. Adding interest to the game is only the most superficial layer. If he changes this rule, it seems to make the rich become dangerous, but in fact it is just to appease the commoners. We are all master cards. There will be no reward for civilians who guess our identity correctly. Most of the civilians are slaves and rarely have master status. It is almost impossible for us to guess wrong."
"Of course we won't lose anything, and it's not the people on our side who made this suggestion."
"I agree with this. After all, I'm also afraid that the group of poor people will make trouble. Although it doesn't hinder anything, it is trouble."
"Gives hope to civilians and shatters that hope, I like it."
The voices of the common people are louder than those of the rich.
Although this rule change has little effect on them, the game is inherently unfair, and they have no guts to challenge the authority of the rich. Now that there is hope, it is better than before.
Wen Renlian said tentatively to a young man wearing glasses: "Such a change is still unfair, and rich people rarely get the wrong answer."
"Not necessarily, wasn't there a commoner who won the master card before?" Siyanzai's eyes flickered, not wanting to talk about this too risky topic, "I think this change is good, at least we are already slave cards. If they don't go anywhere, those rich people will be miserable. Besides, the people who attend the dance are all willing to come, they are willing to come for the money, what do you do with so much."
Wen Renlian frowned and suddenly pulled his arm, "Why don't we protest again, more rich people may retire."
Four-Eyed Boy struggled to get rid of his hand, "Are you crazy! Have you forgotten the death waiver agreement we signed when we got on the boat? You want to die, but I don't want to die. I finally got the courage to go to the dance and earn more money. A sum of money, and want to go back alive to receive my bonus!"
After getting Wen Renlian's hand off, he snorted and hid in the crowd, "Unfortunate."
Wen Renlian withdrew his hand, "Death Exemption Agreement... Bonus..."
He looked at the junction of the rich and the common people with complicated eyes.
When he first came to the dance, Wen Renlian wondered why so many poor people attended the party.
For the poor, money can sometimes buy lives.
You can also buy dignity and the qualifications to be a "person".
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Everyone acquiesced to the rule change that Jiang Luo said, but Mr. Wilton on the stage shouted with a sullen face: "I don't agree!"
Jiang Luo looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, and suddenly strode forward and walked onto the stage from the side. The waiter who had previously stopped the young woman's husband did not stop Jiang Luo this time. Jiang Luo went up and pulled the young woman up and pushed him off the stage, approaching Wilton's side.
The tall black-haired youth held the microphone with one hand, leaned over gracefully in the ear of the ugly rich man, and said, "Mr. Wilton, you should open your eyes and take a look at the eyes of those poor people looking at you."
"They already know how unequal this game is," Jiang Luo laughed, the dangerous needle in his voice piercing the rich man's mind, "This ship is full of poor people, and many ants can kill an elephant, you If we were bitten by an ant, it would also bother us a lot."
Wilton's pupils tightened, and he heard the black-haired youth in front of him say: "Don't cause us trouble, do you understand?"
After speaking, Jiang Luo took a step back, glanced at Wilton one last time, and walked down from the side of the stage.
Wilton was still in a daze, but he suddenly felt an extreme sense of danger.
His back was chilled and his body was stiff, and Wilton followed the terrifying gaze, and saw a dark-blond-haired man leaning against the pillar and staring at him with a half-smile.
After a while, Wilton suddenly ran off the stage madly, and burst out of the ballroom with a big laugh.
"Crazy..." The person who was hit by him turned his head and cursed.
Seeing that no one raised any objections, Jiang Luo waved to the waiter and whispered a few words. The waiter came to the stage and announced the new rules, "Who has any objection to the new rules of the game proposed by this gentleman?"
The waiter waited, and no one objected within a minute, he continued: "Then from now on, if you want to check someone else's card, you must guess the identity of the person, if you guess wrong, you will automatically become a slave. Status—whether rich or commoner."
The music of the ball was played again.
The stage was empty, and there was no second pair of masters and slaves to play. Even if the rich know they have an advantage, they do not emerge easily.
Their eyes moved on the faces of the civilians, and someone suddenly remembered, "Who is the civilian who drew the main card before?"
Soon, someone pointed out that Lu had a line: "It's the master card he's drawn, don't ask his identity."
They remembered Lu You's appearance, and tacitly prepared to avoid this commoner.
Behind the crowd, the first mate who was standing in the shadows suddenly sneered, "What a smart idea."
Such a decision made others subconsciously ignore Jiang Luo's identity.
The slaves would not take the initiative to ask Jiang Luo's identity, and the rich also set their sights on the commoners. Even with the slave card, Jiang Luo was still extremely safe.
Chi You's bad taste suddenly intensified.
He stepped up and walked towards the dance floor. The sound of the leather shoes hitting the floor was clear and melodious with the melodious accompaniment.
When Chi You first entered the crowd, at a distance of more than ten meters, Jiang Luo seemed to be aware, his eyes passed through the crowd, and accurately cast on Chi You.
Light-colored eyes met dark blue eyes.
Jiang Luo's expression was calm, and black feathers swept across his ears. The mask is placed above the bridge of the nose, and the lower half of the face is reflected completely white. The appearance of standing there quietly waiting for the evil spirits to come, seems to be the end of a feast.
All the crowds became false and faded at this moment. The noisy voice disappeared, and the distance between the pure black mask and the pure white mask was getting closer and closer.
Finally, the devil came to the front of the human.
Two equally handsome, slender, and very attractive men confronted each other.
Their confrontation attracted many onlookers.
Neither Jiang Luo nor Chi You spoke first. In the end, the evil ghost spoke first. He said with a low smile, "Mr. Zhong, I have to say that the rules of the game you proposed are very interesting."
"Thank you," the black-haired young man nodded dignifiedly, "the first officer can go and play with someone else."
"Why do you want to find someone else?" The first mate looked surprised, but the smile in his tone could not be hidden. "Is it because Mr. Zhong is afraid that I will guess your identity?"
Jiang Luo sneered: "You are thinking too much."
The evil ghost nodded, "Yes, no matter who sees it, you look like you have a master card, and it is too easy to guess your identity."
Jiang Luo seemed to have deceived Chi You, showing a slight smug look. He relaxed slightly, and above the mask, the red gem roses dotted at the end of his eyes bloomed beautifully, "You just understand."
The evil ghost said: "But unfortunately, I want to do the opposite."
The smile on Jiang Luo's face suddenly froze, "What do you mean?"
The devil shrugged, "I mean, I'm going to guess your identity."
There was nowhere to hide the joy in him, a mixture of wickedness and excitement, even the onlookers could see that his heart was wrong, not to mention Jiang Luo who was facing him.
In Jiang Luo's increasingly condensed expression, the evil spirit raised his voice, "I guess your card is a slave card."
"Slave card?"
The people watching the fun couldn't believe it, "Impossible, how could this person be a slave."
"I bet he's definitely the master card, is this white masked man deliberately trying to become a slave?"
In the voice of doubt, the spirit of the evil spirit was even higher. He hummed a song and asked, "Isn't it?"
Jiang Luo looked at the evil spirit deeply, "Are you sure? I'll give you a chance to change your mind."
In the eyes of the evil spirit, this look is like a cat who is overwhelmed with fear and tries to intimidate the enemy. He sneered a few times, put the armrest on the mask, and said politely: "Thank you for your generosity, but I have confirmed my answer."
Jiang Luo paused and slowly pulled out his card from his breast pocket.
After staring at the middle pattern for a few seconds, he looked up at the evil ghost.
The evil ghost looked like he was at ease, and his calmness in controlling the overall situation seemed to be certain of Jiang Luo's answer.
The dark-haired youth's red lips slowly raised, rising higher and higher, revealing a strange smile.
He turned the card, and the golden crown on the white card shone brightly like gold shavings under the light.
"Congratulations, mate."
He held the card with his two fingers and handed it to the devil's eyes, and Zhang Yang's smile could no longer be concealed, "You have successfully become a slave."
The author has something to say: Luoluo: I'm cool with you
Devil: …
Thanks to my good friend Ming Yunjiu for discussing with me the point of "changing the first rule"! too handsome!
ps: Luoluo is about to start feeling cool