Chapter 706 Lucky Hal: I Won the Ultimate Prize!

Heaven isn't on the abs side. m[Just read the novel~] He Ming thinks so. Anyway, no matter how he is fooled by people, god or devil, he doesn't have any ability, mood, or idea to accept and deal with a job that makes all human beings happy and becomes a super life.

The earth's population is about eight billion.

But in the real world, in the real high-tech world, in the realm of immortality, there are more than 100 billion human beings alone, not counting other generations of civilizations living on the earth, human beings who are not much different from human beings.

Even if they are very qualified and enlightened like these old monsters, it takes all human beings to kidnap He Ming to obtain the ultimate dream of an intelligent life, to become an immortal life, and to be super handsome or beautiful.

So who would resist? Absolutely push brother abs to a position greater than anyone else in the multiverse. Because he gave them a chance to succeed in immortal life for free.

Although the population base is too large, the wait is endless. But it's better than nothing. Shanmeng doctors with this kind of skills charge the same as waiting...basically no use. The surgeries they do in a year are not as good as Brother Abs in a week on Earth. The exact point is fourteen hours, seven days, two hours a day.

However, in any case, He Ming would never do such a super stupid thing. With super intelligence and Solomon's wisdom and thinking ability, he knew it clearly in his heart. Spend time serving the people.

Well, a lot of normal beings would surely tease him for being out of his mind. Because you are not a human being on Earth, you can’t enjoy it.

Of course he dared not speak out because of his status and strength, but he definitely had such thoughts in his heart. How stupid!

What's more, He Ming knows that it takes time to do anything. If he really satisfies the global human race. At least there have been hundreds of quarrels at home, no reason, how can he have time to have sex, eat, drink, have fun, tell bad jokes, and hang out with his wife?

He is a saint who serves mankind.

As for such a "sage", He Ming swears with a smirk, whoever wants to be whoever wants to be. Who let him be. No matter who he is, he will definitely turn his face. This is so nonsense, great men are served by the people, look at the history of the earth. How many great men have completely renounced themselves?

But what He Ming doesn't know is that tonight, in the eyes of very few people, heaven is indeed not on Brother Abdominal's side, but...he is God. The savior who lives on earth.

Let's go back to the night when He Ming and Zhou Qingyun got married. In the morning of New York time, the former Wall Street elite and now unemployed Mr. Hal sighed and drank the frustrated wine in a bar,

The people around were noisily watching the TV in the bar. Suddenly it became quiet again, save for the various sounds of sudden shortness of breath. or……

"God bless me. Lord, Lord..." Waiting for the voice of wanting to sacrifice my heart for God's blessing. [Just read the novel~]

Hal didn't look up. I was thinking about finding a job and finding a way out. He knew that it was time for the lottery draw for Brother Abs' wedding, and this group of people had free lottery tickets—he hoped to pay a lot of money, and if they got the genius medicine, they would be rich, and the number of surgeries? More beautiful than the grace of God!

He also has a lottery ticket, but he doesn't have the confidence to make a fortune. This is so nonsense, what kind of luck is a bastard.

"Oh, God, damn it... oh shit, my brother-in-law made me win a bad prize. Congratulations guys, the home appliance prize... I want to cry!" A big European and American man wailed again and again, really unlucky After all, it didn't take long for the others to... squat down, or hide their faces and cry. When the final prizes such as genius medicine and surgery quota came out, everyone was sighing and crying. But I didn't throw away the lottery ticket. Just kidding, at least I can change to a toaster.

They all drank to relieve their worries, and many people comforted their friends, "It's okay, Brother Abdomo is going to get married again soon. There will be another chance next time."

"That's right. Bring your family and line up in advance to get a few more tickets. My lottery ticket was delivered to my door personally by Brother Abdominal's company. If it wasn't for Brother Abdominal's company, I still think it's a liar. Hehe, a car delivered to my door." Come on, it's really cool." The lucky man won a good car, very happy, smiling, making people jealous.

After all, for the people of Citi America, a good car is also very valuable. Absolutely dare not put it in some black areas overnight and so on.

"Hey... pay the bill." After finishing his drink, Hal was about to leave, but it was getting late, so he decided to look for opportunities. Brother Abmuscle's company is definitely dead, everyone in the United States wants to go in, and...fucking** Abmuscle only accepts fucking poor people, like a guy with a deposit of more than 100,000 dollars in the bank Will not succeed in becoming one of them, although look at this guy's education, Harvard Business School graduates, that is the pearl of the first university in the United States. Great work experience, less to say tens of millions of dollars in profits for bosses - until recently investing in energy...

Recalling that nightmare moment, Hal's hands trembled uncontrollably, he was terrified. So he instinctively looked up at the TV hanging on the wall of the bar.

A tall man with such an enviable physique, especially coveted by Citigroupers, strong, perfect, and imbued with infinite power, will always be the most conspicuous protagonist.

Here is a thoroughly perfect human being, an invincible superhuman god.

As for a more perfect face, a pair of indescribable charm, I just think it can instantly kill your eyes. Hal doesn't pay much attention to it. As a business school elite, he is more obsessed with the great man of the century, the first superman on earth, and now the king of supermen. Of course, others think it is the infinite power of the superman god.

Hal thought that was the real charm.

Without this point, brother abs has no invincible power, then there will be no wonderful new world. Although the rise of the great man is based on the price of revolutionizing the world, then he is one of the countless victims. (Just read the novel)

The unlucky ghost who lost a lot of property.

Thinking of this, Hal was not in a bad mood, but became a little happier. After all, compared to a predator worth tens of billions of dollars who went bankrupt overnight, he was really insignificant. He just lost a few years of salary and a job with an annual salary of 200,000 dollars.

It would be happier to think of other ultimate hapless ones. For example, the former richest man in the world, Huaxia Miracle Gao - he not only paid the military expenditure equal to the Citi American Federation for several months or even half a year, but also paid his own life.

"... This world is changing too fast... But it is getting better and better. I love the new world, I love Brother Abs... Well, let me find a job first. I should go." To cheer himself up, Hal smiled slightly on the surface, ready to leave.

Seeing this, many peeked at the well-dressed people. A very handsome, 1.85 meter tall former Wall Street elite girl or woman's eyes lit up, wondering if the handsome guy is in a good mood to talk to him, and he can have sex soon?

But the next moment. The eyes of the former Wall Street elite inadvertently stopped on the TV, looked at it for a few times, and suddenly became demented—the women were shocked, and they have never seen someone who can stare their eyeballs...so round, so straight— —

"God. He's not sick, is he? Let's forget about sex." The girls exchanged glances, but they still didn't want to.

So although after a while, the handsome guy seemed to have returned to normal and walked out step by step, no chick took the opportunity to go up and talk to him.

"Gu... boom!" He went out the door. Hal first swallowed a large pile of alcohol-smelling saliva that couldn't help but poured into his mouth, and then searched for things back and forth on his body with trembling hands and feet. trying to pull out something...

"Lord, Lord. Lord, don't let me lose it... Oh God, thank God! God, it's true! God, God..."

Good living habits allowed the former Wall Street elite to find the lottery ticket in his wallet that was as beautiful as a miracle in his eyes at the moment.

Carefully opening the wallet and taking a look at him, he was sure, there is no doubt that he...he really won the fucking number one prize, that's right, the surgery quota to become a little superman!

"Oh, my God..." He glanced casually just now, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, Hal was stunned for a moment, and he recognized it, almost, as if, maybe...a number of the ultimate prize, a number that was The number played repeatedly, and a lottery ticket I got when I queued up for a few hours in front of the office of an ab muscle company on the streets of New York, that lottery ticket, a very cute lottery ticket, a lottery ticket with infinite hope, his lottery ticket... …

The numbers above are almost exactly the same—that short number memory is too easy for him, who was born in Harvard Business School, and a Wall Street elite who has been playing with numbers for many years in the unpredictable financial market! What about the former elite?

His sensitivity to numbers is in his blood!

Swallowing water again, not only his hands trembled, but also his feet could not help trembling. Hal overcame it with great determination, and left the door of this small street bar trembling at every step.

Along the way, his mood became endless, without end, the ecstasy that could make his young heart strike. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't restrain this emotion. The trembling of his hands and feet spread all over his body, and his teeth "clacked" up and down. "What to do? What to do? God, God, Lord forgive me."

After thinking about it, after all, the very smart Hal took out a small packet of powder in his arms, sucked some, and restrained his psychological excitement with strong physical excitement. It really worked. In the intense excitement, the brain gradually became able to think. This wonderful thing that was used to relieve work pressure in the past has now wonderfully saved him again.

Hal is very thankful, he doesn't want to become a bastard who is so excited that his heart stops working, and then collects his body, like he accidentally saw the TV and found out that he won the number one prize...

Then he swore that even if this guy was a saint, he would take this lottery ticket as his own, and go to China alone...to start a new life.

After all, who wants to be a hospital nurse who specializes in "collecting corpses"? Do you really expect someone to be a real angel in white?

Under the double excitement, Hal drove his car back to the house in one breath. He roared a few times as soon as he entered the door, and a family of foxhounds who cheerfully jumped up to greet him was startled, and several baby foxhounds who had just been able to run turned around and left in fright.

"Oh oh oh oh! Long live brother abs!" Hal strode to the living room, turned on the home stereo, and danced wildly until he sat on the sofa exhausted.

Opening the laptop on the low table in front of the sofa, Hal carefully opened the wallet again holding his breath to look at the lottery numbers in the mezzanine, and compared it with the number one prize in the computer. After reading it many times, I put the wallet in my underwear pocket and kept it close to my flesh, and then I burst out laughing.

"It's great, it's great, I love abs brother, this ordinary world that used to have no miracles, got cancer, or was robbed by a stupid bang and let all the struggle and hard work of life go to waste because of him And change! There are no miracles in my world, which has been relying on hard work, and finally, finally... There is also a miracle. Open up in life! I love this feeling to death!"

The way he cheered infected the Foxhound family, who all jumped on the sofa to play with their masters.

Since there's been so much host time lately, it's been awesome. But how can they understand the miserable owner who has to play with the dog because he is unemployed and has no girlfriend?

But Hal hurriedly found a bag of dog food and threw it on the ground to let the dogs ignore their owners for the time being.

He calmed down again, and went online to enter the official website of Brother Abdominal Muscle, of course in English mode. Then spend a lot of time looking for the "reward" about the top prize, and repeatedly confirming.

Sure enough, just as he subconsciously thought, the official website of Abdominal Muscle recommends:

"...Around the world, the friends who have won the grand prize immediately inform the headquarters of the Abdominal Brother through telephone, Internet, etc., the department that specializes in dealing with high-end prizes, the contact information...other than that, everything is fake, Welcome to report, and there will be rewards for reporting. (Then there was a hacker attack, which made the website hit the street, and finally notified the local government to solve the case;)

If you win an important prize, do not tell anyone except important people you can trust; once the news leaks because you tell your family, etc., please contact this department immediately. If you are robbed, do not resist, and let us know immediately afterwards. We verify the delivery of all premium prizes.

If you win the top prize, please contact us as soon as possible. We will send a superhuman team to pick you up and escort you all the way..."

After reading it, thinking for a moment, Hal contacted that department...Family, forget it now, there is only one place, Hal loves his parents very much, but he will not give up this opportunity. What's more, this lottery has already explained that there can only be one quota, and it cannot be disassembled and used. From one little superman to several little supermen. (This is because He Ming thinks it is a waste of his time, not to mention that he is a perfectionist, who can create a perfect immortal life, how would he want to create a legendary life?).

Telling friends is even more bullshit. He swears that this quota is so precious that it is impossible to exchange it for 100 billion U.S. dollars, but 10 billion U.S. dollars is absolutely leveraged, or even more. real events.

In Citigroup, some people in developed countries such as Little Devils and Europe have bought quotas from relatives of Brother Abs through such astronomical figures.

Those former diaosi, farmers, and mountain people's potential in business, their pursuit of wealth is much higher than that of He Ming, they are so greedy, if they can eat alone, they will definitely eat alone. Do poor people care about eating? ! bargain? Do you understand that life is priceless? Fortunately, you are still a Citiman!

What's more, Hal is very clear that sometimes money is meaningless. For Buffett and other wealthy people who are proficient in capital games, it can take decades, or hundreds of years to earn the money to buy a quota, and then an eternal time Is it a profit? This does not count the additional wealth of Superman's physical fitness, great strength, endless physical fitness and so on.

And once those rich people die, most of their money will shrink. If they are noble Citi American citizens, the inheritance tax is... at least half of it is cut off, it is still pure cash... the heirs can't afford it, well, don't even think about it legacy.

Not to mention how much money and authority he had during his lifetime, how could it matter? You are all dead, only the land of eternal silence will always be with you. Oh, and there are a lot of bugs.

So, if you can borrow enough money to buy a spot, everyone will do it. Not to mention that it is very easy for Little Superman to earn money, just doing coolies is an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars. Not to mention... Which gold medalist would dare to demand debt from Superman?

PS: The first update. Thanks for the monthly pass. (To be continued..)

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