Because the future cannot be revealed, the deliberately chosen 1950s refers to the 1950s, which is the next 20 years.

"Oh." Li Qianxia nodded.

As a beginner, you already need to concentrate fully just on arranging the tiles.

“Playing mahjong is not just about playing mahjong,” Chunhuang added. “There are four people at a mahjong table. Anyone with a little experience can tell whether they are qualified to sit at the table without talking or even asking. For example, the two people playing with us are not worthy.”

"Why not?" Li Qianxia hesitated, wondering where to put the two of bamboo, and asked unconsciously.

"Do you think they're a good match?" the Spring Emperor retorted.

"Hmm—" Li Qianxia understood, but didn't want to bring up the question of whether they were a good match.

She was born in the countryside, lived in poverty, and belonged to the lowest class. She naturally hated dividing people into different classes, even though she herself was at the top.

The Spring Emperor was the complete opposite. Born into wealth, she divided people into different classes from a young age and regarded everyone as inferior.

"Sister Chunhuang," Li Qianxia changed the subject, "could you tell me about the visualization method?"

The Spring Emperor played with the mahjong tiles, which had jade backs and ivory faces, and looked at Li Qianxia with a meaningful smile.

"Okay." Just when Li Qianxia thought she disagreed, she agreed.

“Your application of the ‘Thunderclap Picture’... Pong!” After ponging, the Spring Emperor pushed out an eight of bamboo with the mahjong tiles in his hand, “...too superficial.”

"Mmm." Li Qianxia nodded.

"I've also studied 'Thunderclap Diagram,' and it's not bad. In terms of game ratings, it's probably a B grade."

"Level B?" Li Qianxia drew a card, then hesitated before playing it. "Sister Chunhuang, what level is your 'Soaring Through the Clouds'?"

“A,” Chunhuang said, “The lowest level of visualization is C-level, which only develops one level of potential. B-level has two levels, A-level has three levels, and S-level… well, it’s three levels and above.”

"Unlocking its potential can't be done casually," Li Changzhou thought.

"Is more advanced always better?"

"In theory."

"Theory? What about in practice?"

"In reality, what suits you best is the best," Chunhuang said with a slow smile.

Li Qianxia nodded, recalling the night her brother carried her on his back. He had also told her not to blindly pursue perfection, but that the best life is the one that suits you.

"How do I know what's right for me?" she asked.

"First, see if you can learn it—if you can't learn it, everything else is pointless."

"Secondly, can the potential support the consumption of visualization methods? Some good-for-nothings can manage to visualize C-level and B-level, but A-level can kill them in one go. Look at my sister's white hair, it's a sequela of learning A-level, although it was due to a small accident."

"Finally, whether you can get it—for example, if the three of you can only get the 'Thunderclap Diagram,' then you can only learn the 'Thunderclap Diagram.'"

"What about combat techniques?" Li Qianxia asked again.

"Visualization techniques are, after all, things that babies learn, and combat techniques are just like playing house; everyone is basically the same. Level C has nothing, it's what you're playing with now; Level B has one, it can materialize visualization, for example, I can release mist. Level A, the effect varies depending on the visualization method."

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"What about S-rank?" Li Qianxia pressed.

The Spring Emperor smiled and looked at Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan, who seemed to be deep in thought.

"If you all perform well in this ambush on the Vulcan Hall Master, we'll all be satisfied with each other, and we can cooperate to try and get an S-rank visual technique," she said.

"Do you have access to S-level visualization techniques?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Of course." Chunhuang nodded. When it was her turn to play mahjong, she didn't play a tile. The other two didn't dare to urge her, but Li Qianxia's mind was no longer on the game.

"Do you know about ship tickets?" she asked.

"I know," Yang Qinglan replied.

"It seems your evaluation of us in the first phase was quite high," Chunhuang said. "After this cooperation concludes, if we can both be satisfied, I will come to Mingcheng to find you."

The Spring Emperor stopped talking about visualization techniques and focused on playing mahjong.

Of course, she was still educating Li Qianxia:

"Qianxia, ​​in this day and age, the mahjong table is actually the best time for women to show off their diamond rings. Look at you, you don't have a single diamond ring. You'll definitely be ridiculed by the wives."

"I'm not married, where would I get a diamond ring?"

"It's better not to get married. What's so good about getting married? Once you're married, regardless of gender, you'll have the label of slave on your head."

Yang Qinglan, who was planning to get married, couldn't help but object:

“Qianxia, ​​every power has a corresponding weakness, and every weakness has a corresponding power. Those who only see weaknesses are destined to be losers in life.”

"Losers? Don't you see the power of being single?" Spring Emperor retorted like an echo in a valley.

"You see it, but you don't see the power of marriage."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are disliked?" The Spring Emperor was extremely averse to women as beautiful as himself—he had never encountered such a person before, nor had he ever imagined that such a person existed.

At this point, she didn't even bother with reasoning or arguing; she resorted to personal attacks.

“No, everyone has liked me since I was little,” Yang Qinglan said calmly.

"Hehe." In 1928, the Spring Emperor responded with a sarcastic remark from 100 years later, his tone equally full of high-profile confidence and indifference.