"If anyone here has a friend or family member who enjoys playing poker, please raise your hand," Jiang Shu announced loudly. "I need them to be elsewhere, not here."
About a third of the audience raised their hands.
"The second criterion is that, preferably, they shouldn't be playing poker right now, and ideally, they should be in a good mood—I don't want to get cursed out for ruining their game," Jiang Shu said with a smile. "If that applies, please stand up."
A third of those with raised hands stood up, creating a thick crowd.
"Excellent. I'm going to select a member of the audience the same way I did before; please, no pushing—you know, it can get dangerous," Jiang Shu continued and then turned around to toss a plastic Frisbee over his shoulder.
After a brief commotion, an audience member was invited onstage—a clean-cut Asian man in a suit.
"What should I call you?" Jiang Shu extended his hand to him.
