Chapter 4 [4] Is This the God of Wealth Feeding Food Into His Mouth?

"I really won five thousand?!"

The middle-aged uncle who has been floating around the lottery stall for many years came over to see the amount of Tang Feng's winnings, and couldn't help but curse.

You know, he has been playing scratch-offs for so many years, and the best time he was lucky was only two thousand yuan.

This young man, damn, has no martial ethics...

"Hahaha, Ah Le, look, I said I have always had good luck! Do you believe it now?"

Tang Feng raised the lottery ticket in his hand to Song Lele and said confidently.

"Big brother is awesome!"

Song Lele gave a thumbs up.

As an African who has bad luck all year round and can only rely on krypton to win the lottery in the game, Song Lele is naturally envious of Tang Feng's luck.

"Wow, I won again, but it's a pity that it's only two hundred yuan. Alas, it's boring."

Tang Feng finished scratching the scratch-off tickets in his hand, and the last one hit a prize again.

The uncle next to him was envious.

Listen, is this human language? You are still complaining about winning 200 yuan on a 20 yuan scratch-off, right?

You are such a fool!

"No, Le, I have already scratched it, why are you still standing there? Hurry up, we have activities next."

Tang Feng saw that Song Lele had not moved the scratch-off ticket in his hand, and he could not help but urge him.

You should know that among the 20 scratch-off tickets he chose, the one in Song Lele's hand is the biggest one!

"Why don't you do it? My hands are really dirty."

Song Lele said a little embarrassedly.

Tang Feng was speechless for a while.

"It's okay, we have already earned 5,000 yuan, don't be afraid, try it, and the motorcycle will become a Land Rover!"

Song Lele saw that Tang Feng was so persistent, and he didn't say anything else. He picked up the small iron sheet on the table and started to scratch.

"Young man, you have won 5,000 yuan, and you are still going to do it?"

The uncle on the side couldn't help asking.

"Queshi, you won 5,000, so the chances of winning next time are not high, so why don't you scratch it?"

The employee of the lottery stall kindly interjected.

Tang Feng was a little surprised: "Why, can you return the scratch cards you bought but didn't scratch them?"

The other party shook his head bluntly: "Of course not."

"Then what are you talking about?"

Tang Feng glared at this guy unhappily.

...

Just as Tang Feng and the others were waiting, Song Lele's hand suddenly froze in the middle of scratching, and he stuttered:

"Big, big young man, come and see, am I dazzled?!"

"What's wrong?"

Tang Feng looked over in surprise.

The uncle and the employee of the lottery shop looked at each other, and hurried forward to see what was going on.

"W---W--?"

Tang Feng screamed, his eyes wide open.

Of course, as someone who knew the result long ago, he was pretending to be like this.

And he didn't pretend to be like this, his expression was artificial and a little exaggerated.

But now, no one cares about his acting skills.

Everyone was stunned by the winning number displayed on the scratch card.

"One, one million??!"

"Fuck, am I dazzled? It's really one million!"

"Damn, this, this is impossible!"

The old man on the side was so scared that he dropped the scratch card on the ground.

The many lottery stand employees who were still drowsy were frightened by these shouts and all gathered around.

"Oh my god, it's really one million. I've been guarding the stall for so long, and this is the first time I see someone win one million!"

"This is too outrageous."

"Did our boss ask for help? Is this a beaver?!"

...

Everyone was talking at once, looking at Song Lele as if they saw a giant panda running from the zoo to the street.

What a ghost!

As for Song Lele, who scratched out the first prize with her own hands, she was also in shock at this moment.

One million, for a rich woman like her, is naturally nothing.

There are tens of millions in the bank card she carries with her.

But this one million is scratched out by a lottery!

This is the best fortune, right?

"Awesome, Ah Le!"

Tang Feng laughed.

"This, this lottery ticket is chosen by you, I just scratched it out for you, it has nothing to do with me."

Song Lele came back to her senses from the shock and said embarrassedly.

Tang Feng wanted to say something else, but the person in charge of the lottery stall had already come over.

"Gentlemen, we now need to check the information of this scratch ticket. If it is correct, we can redeem the prize for you. What do you think?"

"Of course, there is no problem with this. Please help us redeem these three scratch tickets together."

After Tang Feng finished speaking, he handed over the remaining two winning scratch tickets.

"Two more?"

The person in charge was stunned, and after seeing the amount of the two scratch tickets in his hand, he immediately took a breath of cold air.

Oh my god, I heard that this is the first time for these two to play scratch tickets. Is this the God of Wealth feeding them food?

This is too good to be true!