novelcrest Chapter 54 Lottery Luck and City God Overdraft
Chapter 54 Lottery Luck and City God Overdraft
There was only one ticket clerk in the store, and apart from a newly completed residential complex, no other shops were open in the vicinity.
I don't know what this owner was thinking. He moved in early but no one came. Isn't he just going to lose money?
The man sitting behind the ticket machine also woke up groggily from his seat. His red hair covered his eyes, and he had to gently sway it to see the woman in front of him.
"Choose whatever you like. All the scratch cards here are newly arrived and haven't been opened yet."
The shelves were filled with a dazzling array of items, most of which were displayed in their original packaging.
I guess not many people came; not a single one was opened.
Zhu Jin knew that these scratch cards had a winning trap, and that the winning ticket was usually only found in the middle.
He picked up a book at random and asked the red-haired man:
"You can open any book you like!"
"Feel free to disassemble it. If you find it troublesome, I can help you disassemble it."
In the very center was a green ticket book, which Zhu Jin had spotted as soon as she entered the room—the only one with a different color.
I picked it up and tore it open; perhaps I was too tired from walking, and my hands were still a bit weak.
"Can you do me a favor? My hands are a little wet."
The red-haired man took it and tore it open from the adhesive backing, making Zhu Jin blush.
Since the cards were already open, she picked one from the very center.
A small green dragon slowly appeared below the layer, and Zhu Jin's hands were so wet that she soaked the scraper.
"Holy crap! I won!"
"Congratulations, the prize is twenty yuan. That's enough for another ticket. Shall we claim it now or get another one?"
"Of course, one more!"
With good fortune in her finances, Zhu Jin believed that this was a blessing in disguise, and immediately started scratching the next card.
At the entrance of Qingmutang, Boss Qian had already parked his car and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened it.
Moreover, Zhu Jin kept not answering her phone, and no one knew what was going on.
Inside the paradise, the young man in the main hall had fury in his eyes and quickly drew his long sword, pointing it at the woman sitting in the highest position.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"
"Three years? Three years from now, I'll let your entire Rakshasa Sect know that I, Xiao Huohuo, am no ordinary person!"
Having said that, he sheathed his longsword, his robes billowing in the wind, and turned to walk out of the main hall.
The crowd gasped in surprise. This was clearly just a young lad, yet he dared to oppose the Rakshasa Sect! All he did was publicly annul the engagement; the fact that Saintess Yan Ran allowed him to leave unscathed was already a huge favor!
These words were extremely grating to Xiao Huohuo's ears. He hated himself for having nothing when he first transmigrated; not only was his aptitude poor, but he also felt his original strength gradually diminishing!
Before he stepped out the door, the girl behind him shouted:
"Xiao Huohuo, your sword was a gift from my father. Now that our engagement is dissolved, you'd better return it to me immediately!"
"It's just a mid-grade spiritual artifact. If you can't bear to part with it, I'll return it to you!"
After saying that, Xiao Huohuo flicked his wrist and swung the long sword at his waist directly at Yan Ran's front. The sword broke off and the blade almost cut her high-grade rainbow dress.
"Xiao Huohuo, three years from now, I'll see how you slap the face of our Rakshasa Sect!"
The echoes in the hall slowly faded, and the woman seated high above spoke to her maid:
"Go on, Grandpa Ring, I'll go out and see who's knocking."
"Okay, Mr. Ma."
After saying that, the maid transformed into a beam of light and flew away, leaving the others in the hall frozen in place, the scene remaining unchanged.
The woman sitting there rubbed her eyes, and when she opened and closed them, the scene in front of her changed back to the beams of the Qingmu Hall.
"Here we go, stop filming! The door's about to fall apart!"
It was just past noon, and the summer heat was still intense. Ma Ye took a sip of ginger tea and quickly got up.
"This job still has to be left to Xiao Jin. At least it's sitting down; it's really uncomfortable to pretend to be a woman."
After pulling up his trousers, Ma Ye opened the latch on the door, and standing in front of him was Director Qian.
The pickup truck behind him was covered with a tarpaulin, and Ma Ye could tell what was inside just by looking at it.
"Are you Ma Ye?"
"Yes, Director Qian, it's been a long time!"
Ma Ye had visited Director Qian's factory with his master before, but he was only fourteen or fifteen years old then, and his appearance was somewhat different from now.
But the factory manager still recognized him, probably because of his signature bun.
"Director Qian, where is my sister, Xiao Jin?"
"It's a bit embarrassing to say, but apart from delivering goods, my van only lets Xiao Jin come back by herself."
Factory Director Qian was a little embarrassed, but seeing that someone could open the door, he opened the tarpaulin on the pickup truck.
Just as Ma Ye was about to lend a hand, Factory Director Qian pushed him away.
"Xiao Ye, let me do it. I've felt a little guilty that your Xiao Jin couldn't come back by car."
Don't worry, I'll handle every single one for you to see. Open up your warehouse for me, I'll move everything directly there.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Factory Manager Qian."
Despite being told not to help, seeing that Director Qian's fifties-old back was about to give way, Ma Ye still snatched the box from his hand and headed towards the warehouse.
It took them almost an hour to finish moving the things under the scorching sun.
Since he definitely couldn't drink the tea, Ma Ye simply took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator and handed it to him.
"Director Qian, have something to drink to replenish your sugar levels."
Do you have the red jar?
"Haha, yes!"
It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon when I saw Director Qian off.
Judging from past experience, Zhu Jin should have returned to lend a hand when she was halfway through moving the things.
But she wouldn't answer his phone, wouldn't reply to his messages, and he couldn't see her anywhere on the street. Ma Ye was starting to get anxious.
Half an hour had passed, and Ma Ye was about to contact the two wandering gods for help in finding her when he turned around and saw Zhu Jin walking back from outside with her head down and her steps unsteady.
The customers queuing at the entrance of the murder mystery game were a little puzzled. Could it be a new storyline?
"Xiao Jin, where have you been? Why aren't you answering your phone!"
"Ah! That..."
Zhu Jin stammered without saying a word, sweat dripping from her forehead onto the ground.
Seeing that Zhu Jin still had her phone in her pocket, Ma Ye didn't intend to let her stand at the door indefinitely.
He slightly stepped aside to open the door, pointing towards the bathroom.
"Go take a shower and cool off. The two of them have work to do in paradise, but we'll have to cook for ourselves tonight."
"Okay! What do you want to eat, bro? I'll make it!"
Zhu Jin had just taken a change of clothes from the bedroom when she left a message and immediately rushed into the bathroom.
The room was well soundproofed. The contractor was worried that the temperature would dissipate quickly when his wife took a shower, so he built an extra layer of wall.
Despite the sofa being close to the bathroom, Ma Ye's mind was preoccupied only with the girl's unusual behavior.
If someone is willing to cook but is still hesitant, they must have done something they're too embarrassed to talk about.
Anyway, girls of this age also need privacy, so Ma Ye was too lazy to ask. But when he turned his head, he saw the City God's Decree under the sun hat.
The phone on the table was still charging when a notification sound suddenly rang out.
Ma Ye looked up and glanced at it:
"Your bank card balance is insufficient. Your monthly purchase repayment is still outstanding, and you still need to pay 37.22 yuan."
Having just dried her hair, Zhu Jin walked out of the bathroom with her hair draped over her shoulders, only to see Ma Ye sitting there with a gloomy expression, a City God's Decree and an unlocked mobile phone on the table.
"Explain yourself, my dear sister!"