Chapter 10: The Lucky Koi Wins the Prize!

Unfortunately, imitations soon appeared on the market, copying the design quite well. Although the quality wasn't great, the price was too cheap, and Yunxia's stall business plummeted.

However, Jiang Chao and Yun Xia had already anticipated this scene.

Hair ties are not precision instruments. Anyone who knows their stuff can understand the intricacies of them after a few glances and easily replicate them.

As for the quality of the counterfeit products, that depends on whether they have a conscience.

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, at People's Square, Yunxia smiled and handed the last hair tie to the shy little guest.

"knock off!"

After handing a one-cent banknote to Jiang Chao, Yun Xia stood up, dusted off her clothes, folded the felt cloth neatly, picked up a small stool, and stared expectantly at someone.

"What... is there something on my face?"

"Hehe, no, Brother Jiang Chao, tonight... we're splitting the money, right?"

"Well, the square is crowded and noisy, it's not a good place to talk about this, let's go back first!"

Three meters away, the vendors selling hair ties and hairbands cast envious glances that were as sharp as knives, impossible to ignore.

Yunxia turned her head sharply and met his gaze. The shifty-eyed man snorted angrily, turned his head away, and continued to smirk and solicit customers.

Seeing passersby scatter in fright, Yunxia couldn't help but click her tongue a few times. Imitating others is not advisable. The sweet and cute style is not something everyone can pull off!

"We can barely take care of ourselves, why are you watching others? Hurry up and follow!"

Huh, when did he take the felt and the stool?

After receiving a glare from the gloomy boy, Yun Xia puffed out her cheeks angrily and jogged after him.

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"Small business, no credit. Kids, go home and ask your parents for money, then come back for the lottery."

On Ziwu Street, a small shop owner blocked a chubby little boy from entering, no matter how much he cried and screamed.

Coincidentally, Yunxia and Jiang Chao were passing by the convenience store.

"You brat, you jinx! Give me the money now, or I'll beat you to a pulp."

The little girl tilted her head, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked the chubby boy up and down.

He was fat and big-eared, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and arrogant, as if someone owed him eight million and was refusing to pay it back.

It was Wang Tianci, the youngest son of the Wang family, a highly sought-after figure who was spoiled rotten. He learned eight-tenths of Li Cuihua's ruthlessness, and thirty-tenths of the original owner's injuries were inflicted by him.

"A good dog doesn't block the way, but if you want money... well, go home and ask your parents for it."

"Pah, you brat! If you don't discipline her for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!"

As he spoke, Wang Tianci raised his big, fat hand and swung it at the girl's forehead. He dared to hit people on the street; what wouldn't he dare to do behind people's backs?

Jiang Chao's narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light. He threw away the felt cloth, caught Wang Tianci's fist with his bare hands, kicked him in the back of the knee, and exerted force with his arm. Instantly, Wang Tianci, in pain, knelt on the ground and howled incessantly.

"You filthy cripple, let go right now, or my parents will rip your roof off! Ouch...it hurts...let go right now, you damn cripple Jiang, hitting people is illegal, believe me or not, the police will arrest you!"

Jiang the Lame is a nickname given to Jiang Chaoqi by a hoodlum on Huaimin Street. It has to be said that Wang Tianci has always been recklessly teetering on the edge of the bottom line of a gloomy youth.

"Self-defense is legal and not illegal. If the police come, they'll arrest you. Apologize to Xiaxia right now, or else... Humph!"

After saying that, Yun Chao secretly increased the intensity, and the fat boy was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

"Pah, I, Wang Tianci, would never... Ouch... It hurts, it hurts, you bastard... Ah... Yunxia, ​​I'm sorry, Uncle Jianfeng loves me the most, please make him let go."

Yun Jianfeng values ​​loyalty, but his ability to judge character clearly needs improvement.

"Jiang Chao, let go, or... his snot will get all over you!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chao lowered his head slightly and saw two sticky lines hanging above the little fat boy's lips. He felt extremely disgusted and pushed him away in disgust.

"Jiang the Lame, I'll settle this score with you tomorrow."

Bah! What a cowardly bully! He takes advantage of any challenge he gets!

"Uncle boss, how do I enter the prize draw?"

The shopkeeper threw away the sunflower seed shells in his hand, pointed to the grid-shaped lottery board, and said, "One cent for one draw, five cents for six draws, one board has 100 grids, and each grid has a prize, it's just a matter of value."

"At the very least, you'll get a candy; at the very least, you could win a 5 yuan cash prize! Little girl, your cheeks are rosy, you look like a lucky person. Want to try your luck?"

Yunxia clutched the boy's clothes, her big, bright eyes full of coquettishness, "Brother Jiang Chao, could you sponsor me a dime? Xiaxia wants to try her luck."

Jiang Chao glanced at the chubby boy hiding behind a telephone pole, his eyes flashing with daggers, raised an eyebrow, took out a dime from his pocket, and slowly placed it in the little drama queen's palm.

"If you want to get rich, you have to rely on hard work. Gambling is not the way to go. This is a one-time opportunity, and there will be no next time!"

"Yes, Brother Jiang Chao!"

"Boss, here you go, you can draw as many as you want, right?"

The shopkeeper chuckled and took the bills. "Yes, take as many as you like!"

The chubby little hand slid across several squares, the silky touch was actually quite comfortable. It wasn't until she heard the boy's cold snort that Yun Xia closed her eyes and casually poked a square with her fingernail.

"Wow, 5 yuan, Jiang Chao, I've won the grand prize!"

With the year-end approaching and prices rising, a pound of pork costs 1.5 yuan. It has to be said that 5 yuan is a huge sum for Yunxia.

The little girl took out the brownish-red banknotes and jumped for joy, while secretly giving a provocative look to the chubby boy next to the telephone pole.

"Hey, I wasn't wrong, was I? This face... she looks like a lucky person. Little girl, would you like some snacks?"

Standing on tiptoe, gazing at the dazzling array of small commodities, she couldn't help but swallow hard, then turned her head and stared longingly at Jiang Chao.

"How you spend your money is none of anyone else's business, but you should know your limits!"

"Don't worry, I know how to count them, boss. I'm going in to choose!"

"Come in! The snacks in the store are cheap and delicious, take whatever you like!"

Yunxia picked out 4 packs of sour plum powder and 3 packs of local spicy strips, making up a yuan. She put the 4 yuan change into her pocket, took Jiang Chao's hand, and left the convenience store.

As they passed the telephone pole, Yunxia deliberately spoke loudly in a high-pitched voice: "A lucky person wins on their first try. For ordinary people, if they want to win the grand prize, they just need to try a few more times, right?"

What was said in jest was taken to heart by Wang Tianci, who clenched his chubby little hand, already having a plan in mind.

Jiang Chao glared at her darkly, signaling her to tone it down.

Unfortunately, his authority had long since vanished in the little girl's eyes. She made a face at him, took quick little steps, and even hummed an unknown tune.

"Aunt Wu, Xiaxia is so lucky today! She won a 5 yuan prize! Here, this is a gift for you, you can't refuse it!"

On the bright red table, there were two bags of sour plum powder. It took a lot of persuasion last time to get An'an and Xiaxia to share the last string of candied hawthorns.

Now, the little girl has a stern face, having learned three-tenths of Jiang Chao's gloomy demeanor, and seems determined to lecture people.