"Choose, choose!"
Old Man Li waved his hand. He could not wait for Mu Chen to buy all the lottery tickets on the table.
Mu Chen smiled and handed the phone to Widow Wang.
He closed his eyes and began to calculate.
This made Old Man Li laugh endlessly.
He muttered,
"He even put it on? If he can really calculate it, then the lottery center should stop operating.”
Looking at Old Man Li's appearance, Widow Wang could not help but think of her previous performance.
He looked exactly like Old Man Li now.
In the end, he was slapped in the face.
At this moment, he also looked at Old Man Li with disdain. Then, he took the initiative to become Mu Chen's little assistant.
She pointed the camera at Mu Chen.
The audience was still discussing whether Mu Chen would win the lottery next.
Everyone had their own opinions.
However, when Mu Chen's upper body appeared in the camera, he was shocked.
The focus of his attention changed instantly.
'Wow, is this the host?' What a handsome side profile, what an otherworldly temperament!
'Damn, are all Taoist priests so good-looking nowadays?' Could this be what it looked like to become an immortal?
[What's the point of buying a lottery ticket? Streamer, I have two Siheyuan houses in the capital, eight houses, five houses in Shanghai, and two villas. Come with me!]
[Does the rich lady upstairs still lack pendants?] I'm not picky. Just give me any set.
[What are you thinking? But I also want to say that the host's looks are the best male host in the entire station!]
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Many fujoshis kept calling her husband.
Xin Xinxin's fresh flowers never stopped.
However, after not receiving a response from Mu Chen, everyone's attention gradually shifted to Mu Chen's current state.
At this moment, Mu Chen closed his eyes and calculated.
His every move had an inexplicable charm.
Even though they were separated by the screen and the picture quality was rubbish, the audience could not understand what was going on.
Many people even asked,
[Host, do you really calculate the lottery?] Didn't that one just now count as well? Why was it so serious now?
How many was that just now? Now, it's obvious that the streamer wants a big one. Ten, that's a total of ten! He wondered how many points the streamer would win.
Didn't he win 500,000 yuan from Widow Wang? Wouldn't these ten cards be worth at least 800,000 yuan?
- What are you thinking? Did they really think that every lottery shop had a 500,000 yuan prize? If they had, they would have opened their own shops. Many of them probably didn't even have a hundred thousand yuan! Besides, how could a streamer plant all ten lottery tickets?
[I think so too. The streamer is definitely trying to win based on probability this time. However, it would be good if he can win one or two out of ten cards.]
[Not necessarily. Why do I feel like the streamer can really hit all of them!] I didn't see the streamer take it so seriously just now.
If I hit all of them, then the streamer will be my God in the future! In the future, why bother worshipping gods and buddhas? Just hang the streamer's photo at home and pray!
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As they spoke!
Mu Chen's eyes suddenly opened. Old Man Li and Widow Wang, who were close to him, even felt a light flash in Mu Chen's eyes.
However, Mu Chen quickly took action.
The two of them didn't have time to think.
His ten fingers flew around. The two of them and the audience in the live broadcast room did not even see how Mu Chen's hand was pulled.
Ten tickets had already appeared in Mu Chen's hand.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"I've chosen!"
He calculated the positions of ten lottery tickets at once.
Even if he had a max level Zhouyi.
It also allowed Mu Chen to spend a little more time, which made the audience seem serious.
Looking at the ten lottery tickets, the audience's attention was immediately focused.
Everyone was looking forward to something.
A voice broke the silence.
"That kid, these ten cards are not 100 yuan!”
"Let me see. One 50 yuan ticket, two 30 yuan tickets, one 20 yuan ticket, six 10 yuan tickets, a total of 190 yuan!”
Mu Chen paused slightly, but he did not care.
He took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the other party.
Then, he took out a random card from the pile of ten yuan that Old Man Li had mentioned.
"Then I'll take another one!"
"No problem!"
Old Man Li rolled his eyes.
But soon, Old Man Li couldn't flip it up anymore.
Mu Chen casually took out the last scratch ticket.
The face value displayed on it quickly made Old Man Li's smile freeze on his face.
Winning number: 24
[Price: 10,000.00]
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He looked at the numbers on it.
The audience was instantly amused.
"Haha, I'm dying of laughter. This Old Man Li is probably going to die of anger!" If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked the streamer for an extra 100 yuan. I would have paid another 10,000 yuan!
[Aren't you guys surprised that the streamer won another prize?] Wasn't this too unbelievable?
It wasn't unbelievable, it wasn't unbelievable at all. Compared to the 500,000 yuan, this was already considered a piece of cake. Moreover, looking at the main character's expression, it was obvious that he didn't even bother to take the 10,000 yuan note!
---How is that possible? Could it be that the streamer knew that the card was worth ten thousand yuan but didn't want it?
[That's definitely the case. But if that's the case, how scary would the ten cards that the streamer had carefully selected be?] I feel like Old Man Li is about to vomit blood from anger!
The audience was not disappointed.
He casually opened another one.
[Winning number: 54]
[Price: 20,000.00]
Putting it aside, there was another one.
[Winning number: 21]
[Price: 30,000.00]
Mu Chen's hand did not stop at all.
[Winning number: 12]
[Price: 50,000.00]
There were three consecutive tickets, each with more money than the last.
Old Man Li's eyes almost popped out.
The audience in the live broadcast room went from being shocked at the beginning to being used to it.
At this moment, they were shouting excitedly.
She urged Mu Chen to drive quickly.
Just as Mu Chen started to hang up again.
A pair of rough hands grabbed Mu Chen's arm.
Old Man Li's voice sounded in the live broadcast room.
"I'm not selling, I'm not selling. I'm not selling the remaining few cards to you!”
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