I feel that all my hard work has paid off and I'm finally starting to grow up.

Growing up is easy, becoming an adult is not.

He used to cause trouble all the time, had high aspirations but little ambition, and the Han couple worried about him a lot.

The old couple above only have this one precious grandson. They thought that he was just a little playful when he was young. Now they want him to focus on his studies.

I didn't dare to have too high expectations.

They thought it was quite good that Han Chudong was doing his best to learn a skill to support his family. When the master Sun Laosan praised him for being smart, the whole family was very happy.

After coming back from dinner with three childhood friends tonight, Han Yiqiang pulled me into the living room for a long talk.

The topic was nothing more than about continuing to study hard, and giving him money in a few months to open his own shop. But it went in one ear and out the other. He felt that the path his family helped to plan was not suitable for him, but he did not rush to refute it. Afterwards, he burped, took a shower and went to bed. After a night, he almost forgot about it completely.

I only have this one son, and I’m really good to him.

Before leaving the house early in the morning, old man Han, the grandfather, stuffed twenty US dollars into Han Chudong's pocket, saying that it was for his master to buy two packs of cigarettes.

He took the money, but did not buy cigarettes. After leaving home, he went to the store to buy some paper and pens, as well as a few large dry batteries. He put the money in a bag and staggered around. His foot injury had not yet fully healed, so it would take time.

At 6:40, he arrived at the "天下为公" archway. There were many passers-by going out to buy groceries, go to work, or go to school. A large red carpet was placed on the roadside, and posters for fundraising with prizes were hung on the wall. Three empty tables were moved to the red carpet and placed side by side. His friend Zhao Dajun was putting the benches he brought from home behind the tables.

Everything that needed to be discussed had already been agreed upon when we were drinking yesterday. The three of them would be responsible for collecting the money and issuing the "donation certificate", which to put it bluntly was a lottery voucher.

The suit was borrowed from somewhere, but it was two sizes too big for him, which made Zhao Dajun feel a little funny.

Look at the other side.

The girl with the watermelon head's clothes was obviously a little small. She was helping to arrange the flower baskets and adjust the speakers.

Han Chudong said cheerfully, "You haven't eaten yet? Let's go buy some buns later. Dajun, Xigua, can't you two change your clothes? Aren't these both suitable now?"

The two looked at each other and found that it seemed to make sense, so they immediately discussed finding an alley to change clothes, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to be watched by others.

"The goods you mentioned haven't been delivered yet. Isn't it almost time to go on sale? I brought you the lottery tickets. They will be sold in order, right? Please register your name and number?" The boy with glasses, Xiaotu, fit his father's clothes perfectly. He was two years younger than Han Chudong, only seventeen years old, and looked a bit gentle.

"Well, I know it's troublesome, but this certificate is easy to forge. If someone claims it, no one can tell. So be careful and prepare."

After Han Chudong finished speaking, he looked at the time. He was frowning, wondering why the goods had not been delivered yet, when two tricycles came with electrical appliances.

The leader was the owner of an electrical appliance store. He parked his car and smiled. His teeth were yellow and black from long-term smoking. He asked, "Boss Han, I'm unloading the goods now. Is there any particular way to arrange them? What are you doing?"

"Donate three dollars and you can get a lottery ticket. The prize will be drawn in the evening. You will get a prize according to the winning number. How about a few tickets to try first?"

The other party asked first, and Han Chudong did not miss the opportunity to sell it.

The middle-aged boss stared at the words "Special Prize: A Honda Car" and thought that this business would make a lot of money anyway. He just happened to be an old gambler who liked to play a few rounds of Pai Gow when he had nothing to do. He nodded and agreed and said, "I'll pay six dollars later. Let's try two cards. Can I really win the prize?"

Han Chudong smiled and said, "Look at what you said. Whether you can win depends on luck. The prizes are all here. So many reputable big organizations are co-hosting this event. Can they still cheat you out of this little money?

The lottery will be drawn at 9pm. The winning number will be the winning number. We don't draw. People in the audience can draw it themselves. You are such a big boss. Two tickets are a bit too few. How about ten?"

"No, no! Just a little gambling to amuse myself, two tickets will do. I'll get out of the car now, you tell me where to put it..."

While the goods were being unloaded, a new bicycle was also pulled over from the bicycle shop.

According to Han Chudong's request, all the cars were tied with big red flowers and placed one after another. It was already past seven o'clock and the car had not arrived yet. Han Chudong had to go to Sun Laosan's shop to call and urge him.

The other end said that they were on the way and had just driven out of the store.

There are a lot of people here right now, and we can’t delay the sales time.

Han Chudong didn't wait for the car to arrive. He asked the man with the watermelon head, the man with glasses, and Da Jun to get ready. He himself took the loudspeaker and put a flower in his suit pocket.

He stood there, coughed twice, and shouted, "Don't miss it if you pass by! It's only three dollars! You can take the car or home appliance home! The specific steps are on the poster. You can redeem the prize with the ticket. There are prizes for charity!"

Since ancient times.

Chinese people are better than anyone when it comes to watching the fun.

With so many prizes and festive red signs saying "First Prize" and "Second Prize", many people stopped immediately.

Xiao Tu, a boy with glasses, was helping the owner of an electrical appliance store to register. He bought two palm-sized "donation certificates" for six US dollars.

Apart from him, no one else moved. After a while, a lot of people who came to watch the fun surrounded the place in three layers, and soon blocked the road.

Watermelon Head found two friends and they are now shouting in the nearby blocks, saying that there is a lottery at the archway and that winners can win cars and home appliances. Many people who like to join in the fun are on their way.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Three US dollars is not a small sum for a group of old men and women. If they save a little, they can buy a day's meals.

Han Chudong saw that no one came forward, and he was a little panicked, thinking that maybe after coming to America, he had changed his personality and didn't like lotteries anymore? He pointed at an old man and said with a smile: "Uncle, why don't you buy a ticket and try? The lottery will be drawn here at 9 o'clock in the evening, and you can draw the numbers on the spot. We don't draw numbers, you can do it yourself. I brought this prize back, but I didn't think about moving it back!"

The old man just shook his head. Finally, some people started to be tempted. Some of them happened to have money on them, so they walked to the table and asked how to buy the lottery tickets.

Someone took the lead and others followed suit.

Collect money, give a "donation certificate", and register your name, all in one go.

He kept some money for change and put the rest in the box beside him. After about ten minutes, he had only sold about twenty tickets. Han Chudong was quite dissatisfied with this number and wondered if he should ask someone for help.

I was worried and nervous. What if I didn't sell at the cost and the prize was taken away by someone else? That would be really bad luck.

I looked at the roadside from time to time, hoping that the car would come over quickly. After a while, I finally saw the shadow of the new car. It was driving on the road without a license plate and was stopped by the police.

Look again, the one who stopped the car was his own father!

Han Chudong was so anxious that he held the loudspeaker and shouted: "Han Yiqiang! That's the prize, you can't stop this car!"

Most of the old residents of Chinatown knew his father. When they heard this, they looked over and burst into laughter!

Han's father didn't like this nickname very much. He was annoyed when he saw the road was blocked early in the morning.

Just as he was about to take care of the situation and ask everyone to disperse, he unexpectedly discovered that the person standing on a stool and talking with a loudspeaker was actually his son Han Chudong. He was a little confused for a moment and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Han Chudong did not miss the opportunity and continued, "It's this brand new car! It's worth $2,400! Now just donate $3 and you'll have a chance to take it away! Whether or not all 10,000 tickets are sold out today, the car will be given away! If no one wins, we'll keep drawing until this brand new car is given away! The more you donate, the more likely you are to win! Who knows if you'll be the winner? Now please ask Officer Han Yiqiang to be a witness and supervise the whole process. Win the grand prize transparently and openly!!"

After hearing this, some onlookers who were itching to try but afraid of being cheated immediately stepped forward and took out their money. In just a short while, people started lining up in front of the table to buy.

Father Han had no idea what this little bastard was doing and why he got himself involved. Thinking it would be bad to have too many people around, he gave way and let the Jewish car dealership owner drive through.

Before he got out of the car, many people looked inside.

The look in his eyes was like he was looking at his own car. He thought he would be the lucky one. At worst, it would be good to take home a set of home appliances...