Survivorship Bias

    An Wujiu's temperament changed drastically, like a bomb being ignited by a lead.

    But just as it was about to erupt, it snuffed out the splashing spark.

    The forbearance and concession for so long is not to fight for a way of life for himself, but to raise Yang Ming's dark complacency and arrogance like a gu. Make them bigger and bigger like balloons.

    At this moment, Yang Ming stood on the spot, his face ashen.

    With his [capitalist] role and his two reliable generals, he almost formed a dominant situation in this game. Other opponents were scattered and it was difficult to form a team in a duel. It's a wall view. But they are different. The three people have a total of 14 health bars. It is a trivial matter to kill one person.

    Originally, Yang Ming wanted to torture An Wujiu for a while, and spent two blood bars on him, so that he could live to the last day with the last blood bar in fear and lack of supplies, watch carefully How can I win, and then end his life at the last moment.

    Originally everything went smoothly according to plan, I thought that An Wujiu was already a waste without fighting spirit, seeing his health bars lose one by one, Yang Ming's excitement and satisfaction climbed up the highest peak.

    But An Wujiu's sudden collective buyout caught him off guard.

    The method of repaying the body with the way of the person, almost stabbed Yang Ming's heart with a sharp knife.

    Once the balloon exploded, sanity was scattered.

    When the stalemate, the quiet Wu You was the first to stand up.

    "I joined, I need money."

    He stood in front of An Wujiu, did not look at each other, just stretched out his index finger without hesitation, and signed his name on the projected contract.

    An Wujiu still crossed his legs, put his hands behind him and looked at everyone, he didn't seem to ask others to do business, "Now there are only children, right? Congratulations, this round is over for you Just take my money."

    He had a confident face and a sure tone, as if everything would really go according to what he said.

    Others started to move.

    Old Yu stepped forward, "I wouldn't have started a duel against you, but signing it may make you feel more at ease."

    “Of course.” An Wujiu nodded and smiled as he signed his French name, “Congratulations, your kindness has allowed you and Wu You to share these points equally.”

    Zhong Yirou didn't hesitate for too long, even though she knew that An Wu Jiao was a ticking time bomb, and that there might be a fraud.

    But if one more person stands up, the scene will be a little more chaotic. Zhong Yirou likes to do things that stir the water.

    "The money must come from me." She walked on high heels.

    Zhong Yirou signed the autograph like a female star, and extended her hand to An Wujiu who was sitting on the ground. An Wu Jiu smiled and held her fingertips, looking at the remaining few.

    Liu Chengwei, who helped Yang Ming at first, now seems to have completely forgotten that he was the one who injured An Wujiu so much that he walked over with a smile on his face, "It's me too. One."

    Liu Chengwei writes his name very quickly, as if he is afraid of being rejected, and the matter of beating him to death can be said lightly. I can share some of my supplies with you. We can't say we don't know each other, right?"

    “Forget it.” An Wujiu smiled kindly and beautifully, “How can it not be counted?”

    Ueno, who has been following the trend for a long time, insisted on the last three under such great temptation.

    His hands were tightly clasped together, his brows furrowed, looking very tangled.

    An Wujiu knows why.

    "The time is up." He stood up and adjusted the strip of cloth wrapped around his wrist.

    Ueno, who had not acted, immediately blurted out, "You didn't say there was a time limit!"

    "I'm such a willful person." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "So do you sign or not?"

    Ueno was struggling, he looked sideways at Yang Ming, Yang Ming said nothing, but Liu Chengwei, who betrayed first, coughed twice, obviously implying Ueno.

    “You don’t have to come, so they will have more to share.” An Wu Jiu said.

    Ueno finally walked towards An Wujiu and made an agreement.

    Of course he covets the points, after all, it may be an amount that he can't earn even if he tries his best to survive. But he chose to sign because he knew very well that once the majority of people on the court reached an agreement with An Wujiu, it meant that he became a minority. Whether An Wu Jiu will use other methods to exchange for cooperation in the future is unknown, it is better to be more obedient at this moment and leave some leeway.

    At the same time, when he heard An Wu Jiu's last words, he was also unwilling, they can take this money, why can't he.

    From beginning to end, Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's beautiful face, and sighed in his heart about this guy's psychological tactics.

    In addition, An Wujiao constantly imposes the psychological hints of "first come, first served" and "more money for less people", giving an attitude of regretting withdrawing the promise at any time, under such pressure, who will may be shaken.

    An Wujiu stood on the spot, lazily dragging his voice, "Is there anyone else?"

    "If you don't, just call it a day."

    "This-li-" Shen Ti stretched out his left hand high, imitating An Wujiu's tone.

    An Wujiu looked at him, with a subtle curvature at the corner of his mouth, "I see that you haven't come out for so long, do you think you are addicted to fighting with me?"

    When they were fighting, he couldn't care less, and now he looked carefully, and he realized that Shen Ti's earrings were wearing two on each side, a total of four strings, swaying and colliding with each other.

      , crystal clear red coral.

    The earrings swayed with Shen Ti's movements, which was quite swaying.

    It turned out that this thing was ringing.

    Shen Ti tilted his head to the left and then to the right, "It's a little addictive...but I'm tired." He shook his dislocated hand towards An Wujiu, Like throwing a rubber, "It still hurts the body."

    Seeing him show the evil deeds he has committed, An Wugui has no feeling, and even wants to laugh a little.

    Shen Ti smiled and walked towards him, exerted some force with his left hand, and took the dislocated right hand back and reset it manually.

    He stopped, stretched out his gloved forefinger, and said with a smile, "I don't ask for trouble after a fight, and I give you money. You are really a kind person."

    In this way, only Yang Ming was left on the field.

    Everyone chose to trade for different reasons, even people who were originally on the same front as him. He was the only one standing opposite.

    In order to save face and self-esteem, he can of course choose not to sign, at least he has two health bars, and An Wujiu only has the last one, it is not impossible for him to challenge An Wujiu directly, Let him die, and a real death.

    No, no. Yang Ming frowned. If he really started a duel, what would happen to An Wujiu? He would rather sacrifice the gains from the previous game for safety, and he will not give up easily.

    He will do everything he can to persuade others to take their line. An Wu Jiu has won so many games, it is not difficult at all to spend some points in exchange for cooperation.

    Yang Ming was discouraged, he understood that this impulse would probably shoot himself in the foot.

    Seeing Yang Ming so entangled, Wu You was the first to say, "It's fine if he doesn't sign."

    An Wujiu glanced at him, remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled at Yang Ming: "You can choose not to sign, but I think you have already thought about the consequences of not signing. "

    "Is this good? Let's open the skylight and speak brightly and play this game more clearly."

    An Wujiu walked towards him, together with the virtual contract in front of him, approached step by step until he stood in front of him.

    Although Yang Ming tried his best to restrain himself, his eyes could not hide his shock.

    An Wujiu patted him on the shoulder, "They just won't start a duel with me, you have one more benefit than others, isn't it worth it?"

    He stared at Yang Ming's expression, and he probably already knew what he was thinking. Zuo just signed it down, there are other ways to kill himself.

    But there is absolutely no problem with his speculation about Yang Ming.

    If Yang Ming is not satisfied with his own red and black lines, he will not be so arrogant and feel that he is in control.

    Look at this alliance, his red line is likely to be related to Liu Chengwei and Ueno, the black line is likely to be a character with high survival value, plus his survival value, so that he can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai , No suspense to win the game.

    If so, he is determined not to switch lanes.

    It seems to be a negotiation without blame, but it is actually a threat to bet on luck.

    Yang Ming stared at the series of names on the contract, and moved his drooping fingers.

    He could never believe what An Wujiu said.

    But now it's better to sign a contract, trick him to let his guard down, and use curses and supplies to kill him as well.

    In the end, everyone signed the contract and made a deal with An Wujiu.

    An innocent personality mutation made their already precarious public trust even more fragile and shattered with a single blow.

    He found that Wu You's footsteps were also very slow, walking in front of him, and the walking posture was also very unnatural and a little nervous.

    “Are you waiting for me?” An Wu Jiu skipped behind him, stood to his right, and put his left arm on Wu You’s shoulder. Although Wu You was prepared, he was still startled by An Wu Jiu.

    "No, no."

    "Oh. That's my self-love." An Wu Jiu's smile is either pure and innocent, making people think he was before, or he looks like a lunatic. Now it is obviously the former, which makes Wu You feel a little fluke, wondering if he is also a trustworthy person.

    "Hey, little devil." An Wujiu said casually, interrupting Wu You's reverie.

    He turned his face to the side, raised his head slightly, and stared at the relaxed expression on the face of the guy beside him. Unlike himself, he looked straight ahead with a firm tone.

    "The object of your curse is Yang Ming, right?"