I Wish Mo All the Best

Yu Changmo and Qianmo did not take the traditional route, but customized a route that few others took. They strolled around the edge of the Grand Canyon and then wandered elsewhere.

After seeing the beautiful scenery and tasting the delicious food, we returned to the hotel hand in hand, and were met by Sesame Oil whose face was full of vicissitudes of life.

Hemp oil didn't follow her roommates today. She went to the hospital and stayed with Mai Dacong who woke up all day.

During this day, Mai Dacong helped her review some of the gambling skills he taught her when she was a child in preparation for tomorrow's decisive battle.

Frankly speaking, Sesame Oil doesn't have much confidence. Although she has great ambitions and wants to help her father come to a successful end here, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. She doesn't have much confidence in her own skills.

"My face is almost dripping with bitterness. Come on, come back to the room with me and have a drink." Qianmo's whole body was shining brightly after playing for a day.

"I'm not in the mood right now." Hemp oil waved his hand weakly.

But he couldn't resist Qianmo's enthusiasm and dragged her to her room.

Qianmo and the gangster were unscrupulous and didn't shy away from people, so they just lived together.

As soon as Sesame Oil entered the couple's suite, his face turned red.

The suite was large, with upstairs and downstairs, and a small bar. Qianmo pulled her to sit down and directed Xiao Hei to pour them drinks.

"Brandy, on the rocks."

"Second brother, I'm not in the mood to drink. I think I might lose tomorrow."

"You can't lose after drinking this cup. Come on, I'll give you the cup." Qianmo took the cup handed over by Xiao Hei. Hemp oil didn't understand what she meant.

Could it be that the key to winning or losing...is in the wine?

She really guessed it right.

When Qianmo directed Xiao Hei to defeat the master, the key to victory was wine.

"It is not the orthodox way to drink brandy with ice, especially good brandy. Adding ice will lose the mellow taste, but this is how the master drinks it..."

Qianmo lay next to Hemp Oil's ear and said something like this. Hemp Oil's eyes lit up. Is there such a shameless act? !

"Second brother, you are such a god!" Hemp oil was completely impressed by Qianmo.

Qianmo waved her hand and said, "Keep a low profile."

"How did you find out about such a hidden thing?"

Qianmo gets angry whenever he talks about this, and looks into the distance with melancholy eyes.

"What inspired me to win was a dream I had and... those stinky feet in the first class cabin of the plane."

Commonly known as, sweaty feet.

Qianmo accidentally had a dream on the plane, dreaming that she was negotiating business with a difficult opponent in her previous life.

At that time, the two sides were in a stalemate, with neither one willing to back out. Qianmo couldn't figure out the other's final price point. When hesitating, the two parties had a business lunch together. It was during the lunch that Qianmo noticed the label on the other's cup. Clear handprints were left behind.

And she didn't.

The other party was sweating. Although there was no emotion on his face, the sweat on his palms was inadvertently printed on the cup. Qianmo instantly understood the other party's nervousness and knew that his price could be lower, thus successfully forcing the other party. The concession of a few percentage points gained valuable profits for the company.

Qianmo had this dream twice in total. The first time she woke up she couldn't remember it, but the second time she remembered it clearly and suddenly understood.

The master has sweaty feet and a habit of drinking during competitions. When he makes a fake expression, will his nervous palms become sweaty and print on the glass with ice?

After repeatedly watching the video of the master's previous competition, Qianmo discovered that it would not happen.

To be precise, I don’t know if it will.

Because the way the master holds the cup is different from others.

Anyone who knows social etiquette knows that brandy needs to be warmed by hand to help the aroma of the wine evaporate better.

But a man like the master who dared to pick his feet in public naturally regarded etiquette as nothing. He even added ice cubes to the brandy. He didn't hold the cup in the normal way. He held the cup with his palms facing up and held it between his fingers.

I don’t know if there is sweat on the palms, because sweat does not evaporate through the fingers.

Qianmo was unwilling to give up like this, so she looked back and forth several times and finally discovered that he must be sweating. Because several times when the master was drinking, he would unconsciously exert force on the cup between his fingers, and you could see him contracting his fingers. This was a subconscious reaction.

Although the palm of his hand did not directly touch the cup, his body was subconsciously afraid of the cup falling due to sweating, so he tightened his grip.

The master himself cannot feel this subtle movement, just like many people are not aware of their own small movements.

He had received professional micro-expression training, and the expression on his face was flawless, but the subtle changes in his body betrayed him.

So Qianmo left Du Kang's reminder to Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei was really up to the task. He already understood the hints given by Qianmo after losing two games, and this was how he performed in the last wonderful game.

When Qianmo told Ma Youou the secret without reservation, Ma Youu had a reaction.

"...please take my knee."

He also went to the police academy after nine years of compulsory education. Why is Qianmo so outstanding?

Xiao Hei's focus is different from sesame oil.

"You dreamed...that you were a businessman?"

Qianmo chuckled, "This is also related to the central idea I want to express next. Our heart is actually a circle. No matter how far you go, you will eventually follow your deepest desire and return to the starting point. Literati call this Don’t forget your original intention, in fact this is ‘superego control’ from a psychological perspective.”

She has the present, so she doesn't dwell on the past.

She had traveled so far in her previous life and was so successful in business, but after her rebirth, she still followed her inner thoughts and came to the police academy to pursue her police years.

The same goes for sesame oil, and so does Xiao Hei.

No matter what glory you have had, you will eventually find your own direction.

Hemp oil was puzzled and thought Qianmo's dream was too magical.

"When you were in trouble, how could you just have a dream that solved the puzzle for you?"

"It sounds fantasy but it makes scientific sense. Freud's analysis of dreams believes that dreams are meaningful mental activities and the realization of certain inner wishes."

It is entirely possible to interpret dreams using psychological techniques.

Qianmo felt that the scene where she encountered the master picking his feet with his slippers on the plane remained in her subconscious. The information about his sweaty feet was stored in her subconscious. She happened to have had a similar experience in her previous life, so she solved it in her dream. Her problem.

"Then doesn't he know that sweating and drinking will leave flaws?" Hemp Oil thought that since drinking would reveal his emotions, he shouldn't drink.

Qianmo smiled, this was the topic she just talked about.

"There is a phenomenon in psychology that it is difficult for people to get rid of the control of the superego. Some things are obviously unreasonable, but they still have to do it. For example, drinking in a master's competition, or you give up your huge family fortune and insist on bringing your father back to the country."

This is superego control.

No matter how far you go, you will eventually return to where you started. Just like life and death, life is the beginning of a journey, and death may not be the end.