I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

Serabel actually didn't pay much attention to the so-called activities, but since people came here specifically to call, he might as well go over and have a look.

On the stage, the dazzling spotlights suddenly turned around and gathered all the lights on the stage, forming a super bright aperture on the ground.

Wearing a dinner dress with a pearl necklace hanging around her neck, Mio Tokiwa walked onto the stage holding a microphone, and the aperture under her feet gradually moved to the center of the stage with her steps.

"Dear guests, thank you very much for taking the time to attend the opening ceremony of our Tokiwa Group twin-tower skyscraper today."

As Tokiwa Mio's voice reached every corner through the microphone and speakers in the banquet hall, all the guests in the audience also raised their heads and paid attention.

I heard Mio Tokiwa continue to say.

"Taking this opportunity, I plan to play a side game. This game is also named after my father Tokiwa Jincheng. It is also a time guessing game to celebrate the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of Tokiwa Group."

"As you can see before your eyes, the final prize of the game is already here."

She waved her hand and pointed to the red roadster parked on the circular stand beside the stage.

"The rules of the game are as follows. After the game is announced to start, please start counting 30 seconds silently in your mind. If you think it is time, you can raise the small flag in your hand. The person who counts the time completely correctly or has the smallest error will Get the prize of this game, which is this sports car worth tens of millions of yen!”

Oh--

Upon hearing that the game rewards were so generous, there was a low exclamation from the audience.

After all, it is not as good as the Suzuki Foundation. Although almost all of the people invited tonight are celebrities, celebrities are also divided into three, six or nine grades. At least as far as the people present are concerned, there are really not many people who can so easily ignore a car worth thousands. A sports car worth [-] yen.

Besides, if you think about it carefully, wouldn't it be nice to just go to a dinner party and have fun and maybe even win a sports car?

People have to have some dreams, otherwise there is no difference from salted fish, right?

What if?

But then Mio Tokiwa added: "But in order to avoid the situation where two contestants raise their hands at the same time in No. 30 seconds, we also set up a second prize."

she said, pointing to the other side of the stage.

No one noticed that there was another platform in that place, but it was much smaller in area and height than the platform where the sports car was parked. There was a car parked on it, although it was completely incomparable with the sports car in terms of price and performance. But still a well-made mountain bike.

There is even a cycling helmet thoughtfully hung on the fascia.

"As for the second prize, it will be determined by the guessing game between the two players. The winner will get the sports car, but the loser will have to make do with the mountain bike."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Even Tokiwa Mio herself smiled and clapped her hands.

"Okay, then our staff will collect your mobile phones, watches and other timing tools for temporary storage, and will return them to you immediately after the game is over..."

While she was talking, a dozen Tokiwa Group staff members came in, each holding a basket in their hands to collect them one by one. Anyone who handed in a mobile phone and watch would be given a small flag as a qualification for the competition. certificate.

"...Aren't you going to try to participate?"

Haiyuan Ai glanced at the guy next to him who always had an expression of lack of motivation and determination, and spoke softly, with a tone that was intentional or unintentional.

"Speaking of my sister, she should be looking forward to you taking her out for a ride in this car, right..."?

Chapter 167 After losing my wife, I lose the sports car

Serabel also handed over her cell phone.

The reason why I chose to participate was not because of the instigation of the brown-haired girl.

Serabel is a person who is emotional to himself and rational to others. To put it simply, if he decides to do something, it must be based on his own thinking and judgment, rather than being instigated or influenced by others.

Just like now, since he decided to participate in the competition, it must be because Serabel felt that he really needed this car.

First, considering that there may be a car chase scene in the movie in the future confrontation with the winery, Mary's Audi may not have enough performance by then, so it will be necessary to build a sports car with faster acceleration and higher top speed. .

Secondly, although there is absolutely no problem in buying a sports car with Saira Bell's current small savings, if he buys a car by himself, there will be a lot of procedures and troubles.

After all, no one wants to feel the feeling of having just viewed the car before even deciding to buy it, and then the insurance company calls to sell the car.

That's too much shit.

The third and most simple and rude thing is that this car was won for free by participating in the event. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a free prostitution. Even if it is forced to be damaged later, it will not hurt.

And most importantly, as a former MI6 executive department investigator, Sera Bell cannot say that it is not difficult for him to accurately count the time, but it can only be said that it is easy.

Not to mention 30 seconds, he can count even 1 minute accurately.

In the banquet hall, mobile phones were put into the basket in the hands of the waiters one by one. Most people chose to participate with the mentality that Tu Yile might win.

But there are also a small number of people who are relatively stubborn and refuse to participate.

For example, a shadowy old man who is known as a master of Japanese traditional painting and a professional in surveying and mapping Mount Fuji.

On the stage, Mio Tokiwa saw that the flags had almost been distributed, and that all the ones that should be taken were taken. The rest probably would not participate, so she took the microphone again, and her voice resounded through the banquet hall through the broadcast.

"Then the prize-winning event is about to begin, are you all ready~"

It was like the idol Lu was on stage using her high-pitched voice to drive the audience's passion. Seeing that the atmosphere was almost in place, Mio Tokiwa turned to Secretary Sawaguchi who was holding a timepiece and nodded.

Secretary Sawaguchi understood immediately, put his index finger on the timer button in preparation, and took the microphone from Mio Tokiwa.

"Then get ready—start!"

The moment the timer started, there was a low counting sound from the audience almost in unison.

It's just this rhythm, it just focuses on one thing that everyone thinks about.

Mitsuhiko: "1, 2, 3..."

Yuantai: "6, 7, 8, 9..."

Dr. A Li: "25, 26, 27..."

Serabel didn't make any sound. He didn't join the counting army. He just closed his eyes silently, pinched his pulse, and adjusted the pressure to the appropriate level.

In this way, time passed by every minute and every second.

On the stage, Secretary Sawaguchi's eyes were fixed on the timer in his hand. Only 22 seconds had passed since the announcement, and guests in the venue had already raised their flags one after another.

Among the crowd, Mouri Kogoro was also counting seriously with his eyes closed and his hands folded across his chest. He had already counted to No. 20 for five seconds.

Although there was a slight discrepancy with the time on the actual timer, overall, with so many guests in the venue, Mouri Kogoro's count was relatively accurate.

"26, 27..."

However, at this moment, a small hand from beside him playfully slapped him on the head.

It was a female guest holding a baby. The child in her arms didn't know what she saw on the back of Mouri Kogoro's head. She slapped it with her backhand, frightening Moori Kogoro who was concentrating on it. Shivering, even counting was interrupted.

The female guest holding the child also quickly apologized.

But Mouri Kogoro didn't care about this at all, because there was a more fatal problem before him right now.

It's just that after he was jumped, he actually forgot how many he had just counted!

Looking around, more and more people have raised their flags.

no!If this continues, it will...

Mouri Kogoro panicked.

The next moment, a baby's cry, as loud as a volcanic eruption, sounded in the banquet hall, and the eruption point was right next to Mouri Kogoro, causing him to tremble again and subconsciously raised the flag in his hand. .

At the same time, Serabel also raised the flag in his hand.

On the stage, Secretary Sawaguchi accurately pressed the timer in his hand and stopped the time at exactly 30 seconds.

Then she raised her head and gestured with her hands to Serabel and Mouri Kogoro in the audience with a surprised tone.

"Hey, I didn't expect that this event actually produced two winners. Please invite the two distinguished guests over there with the blue flag and the orange flag to come to the stage!"

Serabel's is an orange flag.

Mouri Kogoro's is a blue flag.

It's just a coincidence.

After looking at each other across the crowd, Serabel took the lead and walked onto the stage, followed closely by Kogoro Mouri, touching his chin.

The two parties came to the stage and stood still. Secretary Sawaguchi stood between them like a referee in an arena match, holding a microphone and speaking.

"Then according to the rules explained before the start of the game, if there are two winners, guessing will be used to decide the outcome. The winner will get a sports car worth tens of millions of yen, while the loser... can only use That mountain bike makes do~"

"The rules of guessing are simple. One round determines the outcome. Do both sides have anything to say to each other?"

Secretary Sawaguchi said while giving up the microphone, as if he wanted the two of them to improvise a script like WWE.

Serabel did not answer the phone, but faced Mouri Kogoro and scratched her hair, with a tone that sounded unmotivated.

"Well, how should I put it...Originally, it was just Tu Yile who was involved. As for the car...I already have it, so I'll just give this car to you, Uncle Maoli. I will release it later, Uncle Maoli." You just need to use scissors to win, no problem."

"Hum..."

Naturally, Mouri Kogoro wouldn't believe even a single punctuation mark of such a statement. He just curled his lips and thought to himself, "Do you want me, a battle-hardened adult, to fall for such a low-level trap?"

Well it doesn't exist!

Secretary Sawaguchi retracted his arm, put the microphone to his mouth, and stretched out his hand to signal the two of them to get ready.

"Then now for the final outcome! Rock, paper, scissors!"

As a sound came out of the secretary's mouth, both parties took action at the same time.

Stone produced by Kogoro Mori.

Cloth produced by Serabel.

? !

Looking at the young man's five fingers, all of which were even without exception, Mouri Kogoro looked at his clenched fist in disbelief, and then looked at his open five fingers.

He never expected that the other party actually meant it.

"Sincerity is the greatest weapon."

Serabel shrugged, turned around and jumped off the stage gracefully.

Mouri Kogoro was left alone on the stage, dumbfounded. ?

Chapter 168 Old guy, what do you want to do?

By the time Serabel returned to the stage, the atmosphere in the banquet hall had returned to the normal state before the event.

The guests were still drinking and chatting, not feeling discouraged at all because they didn't get the sports car.

But think about it, it's nothing more than a sideshow. How can anyone make themselves famous just because of a sideshow?

Oh, except for Uncle Maori. In theory, his current mentality should have completely exploded...

"It's a shame you could come up with such a way to fool him."

Watching someone come to him while humming "Mr. Zai's Little Song" in his mouth, Haiyuan Ai complained lightly.

"Liar? I'm not deceiving, I'm just telling the truth."

Serabel made a happy scissorhand gesture with a classic determination face.

“I told Uncle Maori that I could play paper and let him play scissors to win, so I really played paper, but he had to doubt that I would deceive him and ended up playing stone and losing. Isn’t this his own fault? Problem?"

"Besides, brother Sera, I always treat people with sincerity. When have I ever turned my back on you?"

Sincerity?Die with sincerity!

The brown-haired girl silently raised her half-moon eyes and complained in her heart.

Well, it’s okay, although I don’t know whether it was her sentence before the event that played the main role, but in any case, let’s assume it was.

In this way, it can be regarded as increasing the possibility of success for my clumsy old sister.

Although it’s really only a little bit.

Naturally, Serabel didn't know what she was thinking, but she just noticed that after the 30-second guessing activity, Mio Tokiwa went to the back of the stage, bringing with him Hidehiko Kazama, the designer of the Twin Towers skyscraper, and the Japanese traditional painting master Kisaragi Hosui. Together.

Are there any other activities coming next?

At the moment of doubt, the scene in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed without warning, leaving all the guests stunned, and even the spotlight on the stage in front was extinguished.

A huge electronic screen descended from the ceiling above the stage, and the lighted screen reflected a weak fluorescent light that barely illuminated a small area on the stage.