Lin Mo opened his phone browser and entered the official lottery live broadcast hall.
At this moment, the host had finished his opening speech. Under the supervision of the notary, the lottery began.
In the lottery machine, dozens of ping pong balls began to roll with the machine.
Although he had seen the results in advance, Lin Mo was still very excited.
Because if nothing went wrong, he would be a multimillionaire tomorrow.
At that time, he would be able to bid farewell to this miserable life.
"The first red ball for this draw is number 21!”
Finally, the first lottery number came out.
Then, Lin Mo was dumbfounded.
Why was this different from what they had agreed on?
The first one didn't hit the mark…
Lin Mo was speechless. He looked at the number in his hand in disbelief and confirmed that there was no red ball number 21.
Not to mention the red ball, the blue ball was not number 21 either.
What was the meaning of this?
Could it be that the butterfly effect was formed just because he bought the bet for twice the first prize?
He had long heard that the lottery was man-made and that the inside was very dark. Now, Lin Mo finally believed it.
It seemed that it was unrealistic to rely on the first prize every day to reach the peak of life…
"The second red ball number for this episode is 18.”
At this moment, the second ping pong ball also fell.
Lin Mo raised his eyebrows. At least he got one.
Then, the third one.
The fourth one.
The fifth one.
The sixth one.
"The special number for this episode is number 6.”
Blue ball, also hit.
As the blue ball with the special number rolled down, the draw for the two-color ball had come to an end.
"5 1, that's the third prize?”
Lin Mo wanted to cry but had no tears. He had been excited for a long time, but he only won the third prize?
6 1 was the first prize, which was basically five million yuan.
6 0 was the second prize, which was usually around 200,000 yuan.
5 1 was the third prize with a fixed prize of 3000 yuan.
"3000 yuan a day, that's 90,000 yuan a month. That's also a million yuan a year.”
Lin Mo comforted himself. It was a very pleasant thing to reap without sowing.
Moreover, he had doubled the price this time, which was 6000 yuan.
Lin Mo turned off the live broadcast hall speechlessly. It seemed that he could not let himself go in this way.
He could still win 6000 yuan today. What if he didn't even get 200 yuan tomorrow?
Similarly, the stock market and other investments also had this butterfly effect.
It seemed that the Time Resetting System was not as invincible as he had imagined.
The past was a foregone conclusion, but the future was changing every minute and second.
After leaving the program hall, Lin Mo took a taxi home.
After being with Song Caiyun for two nights, he needed to rest.
Based on the principle of being close to the company, Lin Mo rented a house near Baouya.
One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom, and one balcony.
Lin Mo lay on the sofa after returning home. Whether it was on the phone or social media, messages were flying everywhere.
He was not only the hero who fought the bandits in Luobei City, but also the hero who revealed the shocking news in " The Big Collision of Thoughts."
His friends and family sent him messages to greet him.
Lin Mo threw down his phone, took a shower, and went straight to sleep.
The next day.
Monday.
Lin Mo ate a simple breakfast and took the bus to work.
The treatment at Baauya was not bad, with a monthly salary of 20,000 to 30,000.
However, Lin Mo was a young man after all, and his expenses were high. In addition, he planned to buy a house before buying a car.
Therefore, they could only travel by bus for the time being.
"Hmm? Li Feng's mother?"
Lin Mo suddenly saw an old woman in her sixties climbing up to the second floor of the bus with difficulty.
Li Feng was the deputy manager of the brand department, second only to Wang Xiong.
Even a deputy manager would earn at least 500,000 to 600,000 a year.
Unexpectedly, Li Feng's mother actually took the bus to travel.
At this moment, Lin Mo found a middle-aged man with a strange expression getting into the car.
In his hand was an unlabeled metal bucket.
Vaguely, Lin Mo smelled gasoline.
He didn't know if it was coming from the car itself or from the metal bucket.
Lin Mo laughed at how sensitive he had become after his rebirth.
How could there be so many disasters in this world?
However, he was soon slapped in the face.
When the bus reached a bridge, the middle-aged man suddenly took out a lighter and lit it up.
Gasoline sprayed out, and the flames quickly turned into a raging fire.
Lin Mo cursed in his heart. He didn't even give himself any peace of mind when taking the bus.
Helpless, he could only use the time reset function.
Time returned to the point where the middle-aged man carried the oil barrel into the car.
Lin Mo used the system to record the scene of the man setting the fire, so there were witnesses and physical evidence.
To make it easier to explain, Lin Mo attacked the moment the man opened the lid of the oil barrel.
"Everyone, call the police. This guy is planning to set fire to this place!”
Lin Mo reacted quickly and pounced over to snatch the lighter.
Because of this, the oil barrel was knocked over.
Instantly, the car was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline.
The driver stopped the car in an emergency, and some passengers also cooperated and called the police.
Lin Mo teamed up with a few men and completely pressed the guy who was planning to set the fire to the ground.
When the police officers appeared, the middle-aged man immediately confessed.
It turned out that the man was a migrant worker who had been owed a year's salary by his boss for no reason. He had looked for many relevant departments but no one could help him solve the problem.
He was disheartened and chose to take extreme revenge on society.
In the end, after the police agreed to help him seek justice, the man was taken away.
"Young man, it's all thanks to you today!”
"That's right. Otherwise, what would happen to this car full of people?”
Everyone on the bus also expressed their gratitude to Lin Mo.
This narrow space would turn into hell if that barrel of gasoline was completely burned.
"It's all thanks to everyone's concerted efforts!"
Lin Mo smiled shyly. He had just been reborn, but why did he feel like he had become a savior?
Isn't this Brother Lin Mo?"
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