Chapter 109 Cheating
Cheng He doesn't even care about whether it's a Golden Goat or not now.
His mind was now filled with the absolute disbelief that he would not get any reward at all.
The stall owner was so happy to see a customer like him that he said, "Customer, you didn't have the feel before, but you will soon get the feel. The next dart you throw, you might hit the golden goat directly."
Cheng He stared at the turntable not far away.
The turntable turned again, and Cheng He threw darts one after another.
Failed!
Failed!
Failed!
Cheng He's eyes turned red with anger.
The onlookers are still continuing their "bad luck" theory.
"What a bad luck this is."
"It's better to stay away from people like this. I'm afraid of bad luck if I mess with them."
"It's so unlucky that it feels like he's going to meet with a bloody disaster in the next second!"
As these words spread, the onlookers did not dare to get too close to Cheng He, and they quietly retreated.
Liu Xiaoru felt extremely embarrassed and wanted to go around him, but everyone knew that they were in the same group. She could only let Niuniu hide behind her so that she could stay away from Cheng He and avoid being affected by his bad luck.
"I don't believe it! It's impossible!" Cheng He tried hard not to yell.
The stall owner was still trying to push the darts towards him: "Customer, you will definitely hit the target with the next one! Maybe you are holding your breath to win the grand prize!"
"Another thirty!" Cheng He said.
The thirty darts were used up quickly, but still nothing was achieved.
The stall owner's younger brother, who was also the one responsible for turning the turntable, couldn't help himself when he saw that the stall owner was still pushing Cheng He to continue buying darts.
"Brother, quit while you're ahead. This guy has such bad luck and doesn't seem to have a good temper. What if he gets pushed into a corner and destroys the store?"
Listening to his brother's whispered persuasion, the stall owner also laughed at his brother's lack of knowledge: "He is well-dressed and brought his female relatives with him. He would never do such a thing."
The stall owner's control over people's hearts is simply extreme.
As expected, Cheng He felt so frustrated that he was about to explode, but when he turned around, he saw three faces, two adults and one child. Especially since he wanted to get the secret recipe of braised food from them, he immediately felt like a deflated ball.
"Come again."
The stall owner happily handed over the darts.
Cheng He couldn't count how many times he had shouted "Come again", he only knew that his wallet was getting lighter and lighter.
By the end of the throw, he felt his hands shaking.
At first, I thought the stall owner, who could see through people's hearts, was a little scared when he saw this situation. How unlucky was this guy? He had tried hundreds of times but got nothing. It was like he was possessed by a ghost.
The stall owner even took the initiative to help the customer cheat for the first time, signaling his brother to spin the turntable slower. However, even at this point, Cheng He still landed his darts one after another in the blank area.
"How many times?" the crowd asked quietly.
"I don't know, hundreds of times? I didn't keep count."
"I counted, this is the 353rd time. This guy is really rich. He threw out seven taels of silver and there was not even a splash."
"Seven taels of silver. The most expensive golden sheep is only worth two or three taels of silver. He can buy three of them. What is he trying to do?"
"I have money to burn."
"Are you guys still playing?"
"I don't want to play anymore. Who knows if this person is just unlucky or if there is something wrong with the betting? Maybe the stall owner is playing tricks on him."
The stall owner was splashed with dirty water for no reason, and felt very aggrieved. He retorted: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not the first day I set up a stall here. If you do this, will I stop doing business in the future?"
The stall owner didn't expect that there was a nitpicker hidden in the crowd.
"Who knows if you'll get one, unless you let him hit something good," said the nitpicker.
The stall owner was so angry when he heard this that he almost jumped up, but Cheng He just finished throwing another round of darts and kept asking him to buy ten more.
"Customer, please take a break. You've been playing for so long. Can you slow down a bit and let other customers play for a while?" asked the stall owner.
Although he made a lot of money today, it was not just this time, as he still had long-term business to do.
Unexpectedly, before Cheng He opened his mouth, the argumentative person spoke first: "We don't want to play, we just want to watch him play."
It's not often that you can have fun by spending other people's money. Others were inevitably influenced by this and said, "Yes, yes, yes, no rush. We just want to see if he can get something."
The stall owner was almost heartbroken. He felt that if he continued to let Cheng He play like this, he would probably be branded as a cheat. He was afraid that no one would buy from his stall again.
The look he showed towards Cheng He also turned unfriendly. He just wanted to earn some money from him, but Cheng He wanted to make his shop closed!
"Ten more rounds, the last time." Cheng He pulled the stall owner's sleeve and said. He now looked like a gambler who was angry because of losing all the money.
The stall owner handed over the ten darts helplessly.
Cheng He's hand holding the dart was shaking, and he took a long time before throwing the dart.
The speed of the turntable was extremely slow. Both the buyer and the seller were determined to let Cheng He hit something.
The stall owner could even accept Cheng He taking the golden sheep away.
But the dart that Cheng He threw was clearly aimed at the Golden Goat, but it went diagonally into a blank area very close to the Golden Goat in mid-air.
"Oh, what a pity, it was just a little bit short!" The regretful look on the stall owner's face was even more serious than Cheng He's.
He even blamed himself for drawing the Golden Goat area so small, so small that it seemed only enough to insert a dart.
"Come again." Cheng He became confident and thought he was about to hit the jackpot.
But it was just a dream after all.
Every time it was close.
Every time it's just a little bit off.
The ten darts formed a circle, surrounding the golden sheep in the middle.
Cheng He was about to collapse, but he was not stupid, so he could naturally see that the turntable was moving at an extremely slow speed.
"Oh my, this person is really unlucky to the extreme, bah!"
The crowd couldn't help but take two steps back.
"The spinning wheel was so slow, but he still missed the target. It was really his own fault. It didn't seem like the stall owner was cheating."
"It was slow this time, but it was not slow before. I tried hundreds of times but nothing happened. I don't believe the stall owner is playing tricks."
Cheng He didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He listened to the crowd's words and looked at the stall owner with a startled look, his face full of suspicion: "It must be you who did this, otherwise I wouldn't have caught anything in such a long time."
The stall owner almost vomited blood when he heard this. He was also afraid that Cheng He would make a fuss and ask for a refund, so he said, "You threw the dart yourself. How could I control your hand to throw it at an empty space? Didn't you see how slowly my brother's turntable was spinning just now? If you still doubt me, then get someone else to spin the turntable. It doesn't matter who you choose!"
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