Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 82

An ancient papermaking workshop in Yangqu County is the core of this line of defense. They ingeniously used three layers of paper to be cleverly superimposed. Each layer of paper is as thick and mysterious as a chapter of history. Unique anti-counterfeiting lines are embedded on both sides of it, just like the veins carved by heaven, which are deeply hidden. Between these lines, complex and exquisite floral patterns are delicately engraved, all of which demonstrate the ingenious craftsmanship of Yangqu craftsmen. At the bottom of the lottery paper, groups of Arabic numerals and square and powerful Chinese characters are arranged in contrast with each other, like a silent poem, telling justice and fairness in the interplay of light and shadow.

As for the digital printing process on lottery tickets, it seems simple and feasible, but it is full of rigor and solemnity. Each string of numbers requires the use of a special seal, dipped in the secret medicinal ink, and carefully stamped one by one by experienced masters, as if a sacred ceremony was being held. These papers, inks and even seals, which are the lifeblood of the lottery, are strictly guarded by dedicated personnel and are guarded like rare treasures.

The process of selling lottery tickets is a great spectacle in Yangqu County. One hundred sales staff have been carefully selected and trained strictly, each with unique skills and unique style. Their stomachs are filled with poems, books and economics, and they have the classic chapters at their fingertips and know them by heart. Originally, according to the plan, this position should be given priority to children from poor families. However, considering the issue of loyalty, Lin Xiaofeng, the wise man in charge of lottery affairs, was filled with worries. He knows very well that poor people tend to become addicted to gambling and cannot extricate themselves; on the contrary, those who come from a wealthy family or have read poetry and books are often able to stay rational. Over time, they can understand the truth behind the lottery - it is actually a kind of gambling. The "illusion" of a better future. Therefore, the one hundred candidates sent by Yangqu County carry a vital mission. Their conduct, wisdom and talents will directly affect the success or failure of the entire lottery industry.

In the smoky market alleys, the lottery booths are like an ever-changing stage. Every customer who comes to buy lottery tickets has to go through an on-site assessment as sharp as a falcon by the sales staff. They randomly selected a paragraph of text from a booklet that had been worn by time and had yellowed edges, and asked lottery players to read it out word for word. This is not a simple word recognition game, but a threshold that tests people's hearts. Only those buyers who can not only recognize each word, but also pronounce it accurately will be qualified to buy a card that carries hope and unknown. lottery. And those illiterate people who don't know a word or the poor who are stuck on the living line are ruthlessly blocked by this iron law even if their inner desires are burning.

Although this system is as tight as a finely woven fishing net, no matter how strict the precautions are, it cannot prevent scalpers as cunning as foxes from infiltrating it. However, in the key link of redeeming bonuses, the same reading test level is still set up, which is like an invisible sword, pointing directly at the pain point of lack of trust between people, causing the arrogance of the scalpers to suffer a heavy blow. As a result, the big crocodiles who made waves in the past have ceased their activities under this pressure, and what is left are just some small-time characters. Although their existence occasionally caused ripples, they were unable to shake the entire lottery industry. A solid overall situation.

Faced with these problems, Lin Xiaofeng showed his thoughtful side. He quietly dispatched Ma Laosan, a ruffian with a complicated background and a history of wandering around the world, to deal with these small scalpers among the people. Ma Laosan is very capable in this regard. With his unique methods and connections, he can deal a thunderous blow to those who try to fish in troubled waters.

Ever since, the lottery business has developed like a storm in this city, and the half-monthly sales cycle seems to be the beat of the city's pulse. The lottery location was chosen at the North Corridor Square, a place full of traces of time and fireworks in the world. With a mere investment of fifty copper coins, there is a chance to win a huge prize of up to two thousand taels of silver. This temptation makes countless people excited, as if they have seen the dawn of changing their destiny. Once the winner appears, he will undoubtedly bid farewell to the hardships of life and enter a situation where he has no worries about food and clothing.

There was a lot of heated discussion about this, and even the officials of the imperial court gradually realized Lin Xiaofeng's deeper intentions. It turned out that the memorial he had submitted to the court, which seemed inexplicable and puzzling on the surface, was actually a mystery hiding a subtle layout. He has already made far-reaching plans and plans to gradually achieve exclusive control of the market with the help of this innovative move, lottery.

Li Dexian, a middle-aged man full of philosophical thoughts, is standing in a corner of the bustling street with his hands behind his hands. His figure is in sharp contrast with the bustling market, like a picture frozen in time. His eyes passed through the crowds of people on the other side of the street and focused on a bustling lottery shop, with a look of confusion and contemplation in his eyes. He turned around slightly, and gently poked the shoulder of Lin Xiaofeng, who was also watching, with the bamboo-like callus in his hand. He asked inquiringly yet solemnly: "Old Lin, your so-called way of making money? Can it really bring profits? Looking at the complicated process of purchasing lottery tickets, I’m thinking that if this lottery wants more people to participate, I’m afraid it needs to be simplified.”

Lin Xiaofeng was chewing a bunch of red candied haws with relish in his mouth, and the crystal clear sugar coating reflected his sly eyes. He did not respond immediately, but followed the movements of the crowd, threw his gaze into the surging sea of ​​people, and asked a vague question: "You might as well guess, what will happen in this issue?" How many people won the first prize?”

After hearing this, Li Dexian calmed down his thoughts slightly, and raised his fingers in the air to simulate calculations. After a moment, he frowned, with a hint of surprise in his words: "In my opinion, even with conservative estimates, I'm afraid there will be One hundred and eighty! But there are only a few lottery results. If that’s the case, wouldn’t it mean that most people will lose money?”

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Although his voice was still vague, it revealed the wisdom of understanding the world: "If everyone thinks about things like you do, they will naturally understand. Even the whole world. People come to buy Jingjiang lottery tickets, and only a few dozen people can really win the jackpot."

He went on to explain: "You must know that the probability of that jackpot is one in 177.2 million. In other words, within the entire city, it is true that a jackpot can occur within a year. Rare. The word 'probability', in other words, means possibility. There must be 177.2 million possible combinations to create the only jackpot. Do you think this is difficult? Shockingly big?”

Hearing this, Li Dexian's eyes widened and he once again turned his attention to the bustling lottery shop. His heart was filled with astonishment at the rules of this game that were almost destiny: "According to what you said, if no one wins the prize if this continues, what will happen again?" Is anyone willing to continue buying Jingjiang lottery tickets?" This question was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and making the two of them think deeply.

Lin Xiaofeng's lips curved into an indifferent yet slightly cunning smile. That smile seemed to contain some unfathomable worldly wisdom. He said slowly: "How could there be no lucky person to win the crown? If I expected it, they would You will naturally win the prize." Upon hearing this, Li Dexian's face was instantly filled with strong disdain, like a dark cloud covering the sun. There was a dissatisfaction between his brows. He stared at Lin Xiaofeng and retorted sternly: "I know you are trying to be mysterious again. , playing with people’s hearts!”

Lin Xiaofeng was not moved by the accusation. Instead, he smiled even deeper, but did not say a word. He just responded to Li Dexian's question with his eyes. He explained leisurely and contentedly: "Just imagine, if no one really buys lottery tickets and the jackpot is vacant throughout the year, wouldn't the credibility of the business in the coming year be ruined? Therefore, we need to arrange a few winners in a timely manner. This is not deception. It's a marketing strategy. I can guarantee that people selling lottery tickets will still use this method even if it spans two thousand years."

After hearing this, Li Dexian's throat rolled, showing the shock and confusion in his heart. He smacked his lips and continued to ask suspiciously: "But the amount of the bonus is so high, if the lottery player is particularly lucky, how can we Aren't you going to face losses? Can you really make a profit by doing this?" Upon seeing this, Lin Xiaofeng spread his hands slowly and said as if revealing an exquisite picture: "I have done a rough calculation, and according to the With a frequency of half a month, as long as we operate it properly, we can make a net profit of more than 6,000 taels of silver per period. After deducting the various costs of daily operations, including material costs, and the half of the income distributed to His Majesty as agreed, in the end we still There is a surplus of about three thousand taels of silver left."

With this calculation, it is almost a foregone conclusion that he can earn six thousand taels of silver a month. Among all living beings in the capital, even if a person with good fortune wins the three-yuan jackpot in a row, it is a fantasy. Li Dexian counted on his fingers again, and stood up suddenly after a moment, with a slightly sullen look on his face, as if the indignation in his heart was burning: "It's so abominable to have such huge benefits! What on earth does my father want to use such a huge sum of money for? He The elderly don’t need to handle the treasury expenses themselves!”

He turned around suddenly and said sternly to Lin Xiaofeng, who was leisurely eating a piece of candied haws, "Old Lin, without further ado, we must act as soon as possible to let the whole country participate in the craze of selling Jingjiang tickets. Once this happens, wouldn't it be like opening the floodgates of wealth, with endless streams of money pouring in? Perhaps in the near future, not only the North Langfang in front of us will have a new look, but even the entire capital city may be completely new and present a new look. Full of vitality.”

Lin Xiaofeng happened to put the last hawthorn into his mouth at this moment. As he was chewing, a child wearing crotchless pants staggered past. He gently inserted the candied haws stick in his hand into the gap between the child's buttocks. It seemed that The seemingly random scene revealed his inner subtle emotions. Later, Lin Xiaofeng put down the wooden stick in his hand, stood up slowly, and muttered: "The initial profits are indeed attractive, but in the later stage, there are many smart buyers among the buyers. They react quickly. I am afraid that within two months, the rate of return will be There has been a significant decline.”

"Furthermore, if we vigorously promote education and enable more people to learn to read and write, then this behavior of using information asymmetry to obtain huge profits will be unsustainable and can only last for a year and a half at most." Lin Xiaofeng's The words were deep and powerful, full of thoughtful worries, "This kind of business may be able to be maintained under our strict control, but if it is pushed to all directions, I am afraid it will cause countless disputes and disasters."

"So, taking advantage of the time window of more than a month, we should first focus on transforming North Langfang and use this as a model to defeat Li Yihao's arrogance and let him see our strength!" Lin Xiaofeng's words were resounding. , every word was like knocking on an anvil, arousing an undercurrent of determination and courage in the air.

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The grand sale of lottery tickets was like a raging fire cooking oil, and the popularity far exceeded Lin Xiaofeng's original imagination. In the past half month, the sales of lottery tickets have soared and have exceeded the mark of ten thousand taels of silver. In the streets and alleys, ordinary people have donated their money to buy five, six, seven or eight tickets. This scene has long been commonplace. There are also some wealthy children who spend a lot of money and buy all kinds of lottery tickets without hesitation. Their magnanimity is eye-catching.

With the power of word of mouth among the people, the news of the lottery spreads like wildfire. The reason is simply because of its attractive bonus setting. With only fifty copper coins, you have the chance to win up to two thousand taels of silver. Once the grand prize is won by luck, ordinary people can get rid of hard work and leisurely enter a life of wealth. However, there are also regrets in this. Many people who are eager to change their destiny are unable to take advantage of this rare opportunity of Jingjiang Ticket due to various restrictions. Lin Xiaofeng also carefully designed Jingjiang Ticket to be a privileged game exclusively for scholars and wealthy businessmen. This move undoubtedly intensified the yearning and envy of the lower class people for the lottery.

As a result, the Jingjiang ticket sales outlets located in North Langfang and its surrounding areas were like magnets, attracting many of the city's rich and powerful. In an instant, the market was bustling with people and bustling with activity. Many small merchants and hawkers also took advantage of this opportunity, and their business was booming and their incomes were considerable. All the silver coins finally came into Lin Xiaofeng's hands. As he looked at the boxes of white silver coins that shone with a cold light, he couldn't help but feel ripples of regret in his heart. He once secretly speculated that if the threshold could be broken, the price of lottery tickets could be lowered, and everyone in the world would have the right to buy lottery tickets, then the wealth accumulated at this moment would not only stop at more than 10,000 taels, but might double or even reach astonishing levels. Number of. But Lin Xiaofeng was ultimately bound by the rope of moral ethics and could only sigh silently and failed to implement it.

One night, the bonfire party that ordinary people in North Langfang had been dreaming about came as scheduled, but there was an unprecedented scene. That night, the crowds in the square were surging like the waves of a river lapping at the shore. What was particularly eye-catching among them were the figures dressed as scholars. They held folding fans painted with landscape poems in their hands, and the fans fluttered gently in the breeze. It is as graceful as a startling dragon and graceful as a swimming dragon, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding market atmosphere. Many ordinary people in shabby clothes couldn't help but feel ashamed in front of this gorgeous and complicated battle, and consciously stepped aside. As a result, the people in the square were naturally divided into two camps. On one side were the prominent people dressed in splendid clothes and jewels, and on the other side were the simple and unpretentious people at the bottom wearing coarse linen clothes. Although the square was narrow, they After all, we still stick to each other and share this rare excitement together.

Lin Xiaofeng and his friend Li Dexian arrived late for some reason, so they could only find a foothold in the crowd and retreat to the back row. However, both of them were eight feet tall and majestic. Even though they were standing behind a sea of ​​people, their tall and straight figures still allowed them to see every change of light and shadow on the stage. At this moment, under the spotlight, everyone is holding their breath and looking forward to the results of the grand prize that will be announced soon. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came to Lin Xiaofeng's ears, low and full of pride: "I have won five taels of silver in this lottery earlier. It can be seen that today's fortune is good, and the grand prize this time is two thousand taels." Wen Yin, hehe." After hearing this, a knowing smile appeared on Lin Xiaofeng's lips. He looked sideways and saw that the person speaking was his third uncle, an old man who was usually charitable and experienced in the world. At this time, because the third uncle and two other equally old men could not squeeze into the crowd in front, they could only helplessly stretch their necks and look at the center of the stage from a distance. The enthusiasm and expectation were reflected in their eyes. The flow between wrinkles reflects the ups and downs of life.

Lin Xiaofeng's figure quietly blended into the night, like a cunning cat, quietly approaching Chen Shuguang's back. The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and there was a hint of joking and kindness in his words: "I didn't expect that the three uncles would also come to participate in this lottery?" The three of them looked back when they heard the voice, and were shocked to find that the person who came was Lin Xiaofeng. In an instant, the expressions on their faces Their expressions darkened uniformly like frost, and then they all turned around to leave, as if to avoid the plague.

Lin Xiaofeng had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly stretched out his arms to stop him. He said with a sweet smile: "Since you have set foot here, why not take it easy and sit back for a while?" He added with full respect: "I am fortunate to have three elders here today. It's really a blessing. It’s a great honor for me!”

After hearing this, Chen Shuguang waved his sleeves and a sneer flashed across his face. His words were full of disdain: "After spending all day playing with these trivial tricks, when will you understand what it means to live in the world?" Lin Xiaofeng still maintained that naughty attitude. With a smile, he counterattacked: "What Mr. Chen said is very profound. Even a person like Li Yihao would look down on such things."

These words were like an invisible sharp knife, stinging the self-esteem of the three old men. Each of them looked ashamed, tightly holding the Jingjiang Lottery in their hands, and hurriedly hid it behind their backs. Among them, Bai Yongyuan smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "Xiao Lin, Li Yihao's family has a great business. You must not form a deep hatred with him because of trivial matters. There are some characters that young people like you cannot easily touch."

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng became more and more cynical. He winked and said teasingly: "You are really your uncle, he always thinks about me!" Bai Yongyuan was so angry at his words that he suddenly widened his eyes and pointed his finger at Lin Xiaofeng. But in the end, he lowered his hand feebly, thinking to himself: "This kid is really shameless to the extreme. He even wants to have relatives at will. I wonder which family raised such a kid!"

The three of them fell into silence at this moment, their faces like dark clouds covering the sun, staring coldly at Lin Xiaofeng, their eyes revealing dissatisfaction and vigilance. In this solemn atmosphere, Li Qiuyan suddenly broke the silence and asked with a slightly probing voice: "Where is Mr. Li now?" The implication seemed to be that he was quite interested in Li Yihao mentioned by Lin Xiaofeng. ··············································· ···························
Lin Xiaofeng slowly looked back and saw Li Dexian standing in a corner not far away like a silent mountain. His eyes were shining, watching the dispute with interest, as if he could see all the ups and downs. He waved his hand, pointed to the misty clouds in the sky, and said calmly: "That's where the world is." His words contained a kind of freedom and determination that transcended the world.

"As expected, Mr. Li is still safe and sound. I hope you will not cause any more trouble in the future." These words were like a breeze blowing by, making the three people present feel relieved after hearing this, as if the tight strings of the piano suddenly relaxed. . The twists and turns of the last prince incident echoed in their minds, and that experience still left them with lingering fears. Although the prince has a noble status and has the only blood of the royal family, his character has flaws from time to time. However, the continuation of this bloodline is undoubtedly a vital lifeline for the royal family.

"Uncle, don't worry too much." Lin Xiaofeng's words were full of comfort and understanding. However, the sound of "uncle" was like a sharp blade piercing Bai Yongyuan's heart. He closed his eyes slightly in pain, and his wrinkled face twisted, revealing deep helplessness, "Master Lin... ...I beg you not to call me by that name again. I still have some dignity left, so I can’t bear the embarrassment caused by such a close title.”

Lin Xiaofeng raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said teasingly: "Oh! Mr. Bai, you are like a dragon or a phoenix among people. You are noble and outstanding. You don't want to mingle with the world. Is it because you disdain to be compared with my second uncle and third uncle?" As soon as he said this? , the three old men all turned around, fell into silence, and stopped talking. Because although Lin Xiaofeng's words were sharp, they were also irrefutable facts. They knew that the barriers and differences between them were like ravines in their hearts, which were difficult to overcome.

At this moment, at the critical point when the lottery results are about to be announced, the crowd in the audience is like ants on a hot pot, and restless emotions are like an undercurrent, surging among the crowd. The host was alone in the background. He carefully stuck his head out, trying to peek through the gap in the curtain at the enthusiastic crowd. Although his hosting experience is enough for him to cope with various situations, what he faced today was an unprecedented battle - the audience was so crowded that the number of people and the pressure were beyond his psychological endurance. Deep in his heart, he couldn't help but think to himself: If he was not careful at all, he would be swallowed up by this surging crowd in an instant, and the price of his life might even be unknown.

At this moment, the fateful lottery equipment has been firmly placed in the center of the stage, and the lottery operator who shoulders the heavy responsibility and the notary who has been temporarily transferred to the battle have already performed their duties and are ready. The host adjusted his slightly wrinkled collar, took a few deep breaths of air-conditioning, held the big speaker that symbolized power and attention tightly in his hand, and then stepped onto the stage with a solemn but resolute face. As soon as he appeared, the originally excited crowd suddenly made a bigger wave, and cheers and shouts intertwined into a deafening sound.

"Lottery! Lottery! The lottery is coming soon!" Amidst the overwhelming shouts, the host felt an indescribable tension, and his heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by invisible hands. He looked around and found that there were many familiar faces in the crowd. They were either expecting, anxious, or indifferent. In order to stabilize the situation, the host forced out a smile. Although there was unspeakable pressure hidden behind the smile, he announced loudly: "Please don't be anxious, the lottery process is about to start, and the grand prize of up to two thousand taels of silver will eventually be spent." Whose family it will fall into, the answer will be revealed to you in a moment!"

Quickly, a sense of urgency filled the air, and the phrase "The prize is drawn quickly, no need to elaborate!" was like a sharp sword unsheathed, piercing people's hearts. A young junior followed closely behind, his words filled with provocation and disdain, "You're so annoying, kid, I've already had the intention to kill you!" As these cruel words fell, there was only a crisp "bang" sound, A stubborn stone rolled directly towards the host's feet, eye-catching like some omen.

The host's face was as calm as an abyss, but the moment the stone touched his toes, his facial muscles twitched slightly, as if he had been pricked by an invisible needle. Without even raising his eyelids, he burst out with the power of thunder in an instant, kicked away the man next to him who was originally responsible for drawing the prize, and without hesitation held the prize lever himself with strong and decisive strength. He raised his arms high, like a general waving a battle flag, and shouted in a passionate and solemn tone: "The lottery is drawn! The lottery is drawn! At this moment, we reveal the secret of the red ball!" This shout was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. , shaking the entire venue.

When people from all walks of life in the audience heard this, they all looked happy, their eyes shone with anticipation and greed, and they all looked satisfied. The lottery machine began to roar, the gears meshed, the metal rubbed, and it made a continuous low groan. As the machine gasped, the first red ball jumped out in front of everyone's attention. With quick eyes and quick hands, the host caught the spinning ball and immediately announced: "Number one, eight!"

His hand did not rest for a moment, like an accurate clock. Before everyone could recover from the previous number, he had already announced the second number: "Number 2, seventeen!" Stage There is a huge wooden bulletin board erected in the center. Whenever a numbered ball jumps out, someone will quickly write it down with ink on it for everyone to see at a glance.

At this tense and exciting moment, a shout was suddenly heard from the crowd. The sound was like breaking ice and rocks, shocking the whole audience: "Wait a minute! Are you rushing to the underworld?" A person squeezed out, and it was Lin Xiaofeng. At this moment, his face was flushed, blue veins popped out on his forehead, and his anger was beyond words. He glared at the host and said sternly: "You are so frivolous and sloppy, how can you have any professionalism at all!" Lin Xiaofeng's question was like a sharp dagger, piercing into the host's heart, and also brought a lot of trouble to the seemingly lively scene. The extraordinary lottery event added a bit of waves and variables.

As the night falls, there is a tense and subtle atmosphere in the air. This emotion full of suspense and expectation should gradually evaporate like morning mist. However, the host is like a disorganized piano player who fails to touch the strings. Then the climax movement suddenly played, making this lottery lose its due beauty of ups and downs. At this moment, he was violently controlling the lottery machine with an almost crazy attitude, as if the machine was a willful paintbrush in his hand, swaying wantonly in the air.

Among the crowd, Lin Xiaofeng stood up. His laughter was like a sharp dagger, piercing the heart of this chaotic scene. His words were harsh and full of local slang. The word "Mom" was blurted out frequently, which made people laugh. I can't bear to hear it. When the elders around him heard the filthy words, their expressions changed slightly and they all covered their faces with their hands. Their hearts were full of shame and helplessness towards this young man's vulgar behavior. They couldn't believe it. It was really puzzling that a person with such words and deeds could rise rapidly in his official career.

Time seemed to be stretched out at this moment. The host saw that the six lottery machines carrying the red balls of destiny had completed their mission. The audience in the audience lowered their heads and compared the numbers in their hands, nervous and focused. He breathed a sigh of relief at the right time, but then realized that the whole process was progressing too quickly, so he quickly tried to save the situation and announced loudly: "Everyone, please slow down for the time being and check your numbers carefully, because next, It’s the final link that determines everything—the extraction of the blue ball.”

So, the host walked slowly to the lottery machine loaded with blue balls. His posture was like an old man who was well versed in the chess game, playing with the chess pieces on the chessboard leisurely and contentedly. The small ball inside the lottery machine keeps jumping, and every collision seems to tease people's tense nerves. The whole place fell into silence for an instant, with only the faint sound of breathing audible. Pairs of eyes stared at the mysterious lottery machine, not even daring to blink their eyelids.

The host captured the perfect moment brilliantly. With a gentle step of his foot, the hidden mechanism was activated, and the slide gate opened quietly, just like the curtain on the stage slowly opened. Under the spotlight, a small blue ball slowly rolled out of the lottery machine. It carried the hopes and dreams of countless people, and also revealed the final answer to tonight's game.

As night falls, the square is crowded with people, and the noise is like waves crashing on the shore and rising into the sky. The host's voice was loud, and his words were full of dramatic tension. The words "The last count, three!" were like thunder, overwhelming thousands of comments in an instant, announcing that the lottery drama was about to come to an end. He solemnly announced: "This lottery event has come to a successful conclusion. All friends who are lucky enough to win must go to the prize collection office in the square within three days to collect your prizes in person. Overtime will be forfeited!"

As the last number was unveiled, a sense of disappointment filled the square, as if one could hear the sound of dashed hopes in people's hearts. Countless Jingjiang lottery tickets, which carry everyone's dreams, are thrown into the sky by angry or desperate hands, as if they were teased by fate, amidst the regret and helplessness. They fly in the air, like snowflakes in winter, drifting aimlessly, and finally disappear in this land of expectation and loss.

However, among this crowd of mixed joys and sorrows, there was a small group of people who got unexpected surprises with the Jingjiang lottery tickets in their hands. They held the ticket that symbolized the third prize. Although the prize was meager, only a few taels of silver, the joy of winning could not be concealed. It flowed from the corners of their eyebrows and turned into smiles at the corners of their mouths.

Chen Shuguang, this ordinary but tenacious character, is staring intently at the wooden board on the stage with the numbers of destiny engraved on it, his eyes full of doubts and expectations. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly, trying to dispel the fog in front of his eyes, and then slowly took out a crumpled Jingjiang lottery ticket from his pocket and carefully compared the numbers one by one, for fear of missing a possible chance of luck.

Bai Yongyuan and Li Qiuyan completely ignored the opinions of others, especially Lin Xiaofeng who was standing aside. Since their face was already ruined, there was no need to pretend anymore. They checked their lottery tickets impatiently, and after confirming that no good luck had come, they threw them away casually, then immediately changed their gaze and blended into the crowd of onlookers.

"Look at this scene, the probability of winning the Jingjiang Lottery is much lower than our previous estimate!" This emotion came from the crowd. At this moment, Chen Shuguang suddenly blurted out: "I seem to have won the lottery!" As soon as he said this, Bai Yongyuan and Li Qiuyan were like dead trees springing back to life. They quickly gathered around and couldn't wait to ask: "Did you really win the lottery? Take it out and see. Look, what's the first prize?" Chen Shuguang, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, responded word for word: "First prize!" The sound of "first prize" was like a thunder on the ground, breaking the original silence in the square. Attracting countless envious and amazed looks.

Lin Xiaofeng walked forward slowly, with a deliberate calmness and scrutiny in his steps. He held two lottery tickets tightly in his hands and compared them repeatedly as if they were precious treasures. An unconcealable gloom and dissatisfaction gradually appeared on his face. . He thought to himself, like a rusty iron plow passing through his heart: "How could this old man be so lucky that he actually grabbed the spot that I thought was a sure win?" As his thoughts flowed, he turned his gaze not far away. Chen Shuguang, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his face, said with a sense of playing games with the world: "Third uncle, do you want to show your high moral integrity this time and give up the grand prize to others again?"

When Chen Shuguang heard this, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. His body instinctively trembled slightly for an instant, and his heart that was originally immersed in the joy of winning was suddenly stung by reality. Two thousand taels of silver, no matter where it is, is a huge amount of money that cannot be ignored. How can you give up with a wave of your hand and say give up? He shook his head reflexively, trying to resist Lin Xiaofeng's teasing.

When Lin Xiaofeng saw this, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward quickly and grabbed Chen Shuguang's wide sleeves. His force was mixed with a hint of provocation and excitement: "Let's go, Third Uncle, let's go on stage to receive the award together. Let everyone see your style!" Chen Shuguang was awakened by this sudden pull, and fell from a brief happy dream into a cruel reality. He struggled hard, trying to pull his sleeves out of Lin Xiaofeng's grasp, with a nervous and nervous expression on his face. Determined: "I won't go! According to the regulations, you can redeem it within three days. I will come back tomorrow to claim the prize!"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, the sarcasm on his lips became more intense. He took the opportunity to reveal Chen Shuguang's inner contradictions and struggles: "What a sanctimonious appearance, it turns out that my third uncle also has such a worldly side. I was hesitant just now, but once I know After winning the lottery, he immediately changed his words to "True Fragrance". It seems that in front of money, those so-called persistence and principles seem insignificant." As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the scene became more subtle, as if the air was solidified by invisible pressure, leaving only The figures of the two confronting each other intertwined into a picture of various aspects of human nature in the eyes of everyone.

In the bustling crowd, a sharp but shameful cry rang out, "Oh, let go! Where did this saying about fragrance and non-smell come from!" Chen Shuguang's face instantly flushed like a ripe tomato, with a deep color. There was a deep blush, and his eyes were filled with regret, and he was obviously distressed by the gaffe that he just blurted out. His rough palms clenched into fists, with such force that it seemed as if he was trying to stuff the words he just said back into his throat.

Seeing this scene from the side, Bai Yongyuan couldn't help but stamp his feet and sigh, sighing heavily and helplessly: "That's all, Lin Xiaofeng, you must have some sense of measure! Could it be that you have completely forgotten the basic principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young? Isn't it polite?" The air around them seemed to have solidified, carrying the bitterness and resentment of the three elderly people after being teased by a young boy. Although their old bodies were exhausted, they still straightened their backs and tried to fight with dignity. This is an unwarranted provocation.

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