Han Chudong was not a timid person and did not take those gangsters seriously.
In the past, he had aspired to become a big and glorious gang leader, but now his ideas have changed. He only wants to be a rich man who can make a lot of money, preferably one with both wealth and fame.
Here in the United States.
In the 1970s, there was already the successful example of Wang Laboratories, which successfully ranked among the top 20 on the rich list.
This made Han Chudong feel that as long as everything went smoothly, he, a Chinese, would most likely have a chance to avoid being suppressed, provided he found good allies.
If only it were twenty or thirty years earlier.
It is possible for Chinese people to become relatively wealthy in the United States, but if they want to go a step further... they have to ask the major financial groups whether they agree or not.
You might be hit by a bullet for no apparent reason, and then your property might be divided up in a confusing manner.
The channels for upward mobility are blocked. Anyway, I am just a Chinese person who no one pays attention to.
The situation is slightly better this era, so Han Chudong wants to accumulate wealth quickly and get on the fast track of development in the information age in the near future.
If you don’t have money in your pocket, all your ideas are just empty talk. Even if there is an opportunity in front of you, you still need money to invest.
Keep drinking and dancing.
The backstage of Moonlight Rabbit Ballroom is quite strong, so Da Jun is not worried about being ambushed inside. Zhou Nan with the watermelon head went out to take a look and was told that he didn't see anyone with the little yellow hair, so he felt relieved.
Han Chudong ate dried peanuts, drank a few sips of wine from time to time, and did not humiliate himself by dancing.
No one was playing with their phones, but just chatting, drinking and dancing. In an age without those electronic products, people preferred to talk, which made him feel pretty good...
I didn't plan to strike up a conversation with anyone, and after more than two hours we agreed to leave together, leaving through the front door.
I asked the little guy named Louis to scout the road first to make sure that no one was guarding nearby, so I walked with peace of mind. Come to think of it, it was almost three hours, how stupid would one have to be to wait outside the whole time.
Han Chudong took a taxi home.
When he got home, his father Han Yiqiang saw his son drunk and wearing a suit that he thought was out of place and had short trouser legs. He immediately glared at him and asked, "Whose clothes are these? How old are you and you're already imitating others to drink?!"
"I was out socializing and preparing for the next charity fundraiser. I didn't spend any money on new clothes donated by others."
Lies come out of his mouth full of desire to survive.
Han Chudong was a little drunk, but not too drunk. He drank some water and sat on the sofa, not forgetting his business: "Dad, they have prepared a lot of places for the trip to San Francisco this time. I helped you get some. It seems that the New York Yankees are going to play there. Do you and my mom want to go? If not, I will give it to someone else."
The desire to send him to San Francisco was real, but the Yankees game was complete fake news.
When Father Han heard the name of this team, he immediately forgot to criticize the drinking and said, "We finally raised some money, but you're going to use it for traveling? These charities are really... When are they leaving?"
"Saturday morning, come back Sunday night, so you and my mom don't have to worry about going to work. Bring grandpa and grandma with you. My legs and feet are not very convenient recently, otherwise I can go by myself."
Han Chudong took great pains to prevent his father from discovering the problem with the fundraising activity. Fortunately, the expenses could be deducted from the money he earned, so he could just regard it as a chance to fulfill his filial piety after growing up.
Everyone has selfish desires.
The charities are a complicated place, and even if he donates the money, it may not be put to good use. Rather than not knowing who benefits in the end, it is better to send his family out to play for a few days.
He hadn't left Los Angeles for many years, and rarely even went to downtown Los Angeles or Santa Monica Beach on the West Coast. After hearing Han Chudong talk about it, Han's father was really moved.
San Francisco is not far away, located north of Los Angeles, and it takes five or six hours to get there by car.
"You want an answer now?"
"It would be best if I could reply to you tomorrow morning. I will then hire a car for you and you can go wherever you want to play. It would be so much fun."
Han Chudong was afraid of being rejected, so he told his grandparents and mother the news after he got up.
After several family members discussed it, they finally agreed, and they were all willing to take advantage of the free deal.
This relieved Han Chudong of a worry. Otherwise, if Han's father insisted on talking to the people from the charity organization, it would always be a hassle. It would not be difficult to find someone to pretend to be a liar, but the key was not knowing who to find safely.
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On Saturday, the lucky draw was held as scheduled.
This time, there is no need to draw the number balls, the prize will be revealed directly, so it is clear at a glance whether you have won or not, which makes people more interested.
Soon after the start, someone took away a washing machine, and a lot of cash, dolls, etc. were also taken away.
The ticket price is still three US dollars per ticket, and a total of twelve thousand tickets are prepared.
The second prize, first prize and special prize were printed separately, in case someone tampered with the printing process and printed a few more and then used them to redeem the prizes. So Han Chudong wrote the prizes by hand and wrote down the numbers on them.
The cars that were the special prizes were placed behind the lottery table, and after collecting the money, they were allowed to pick the tickets from the box themselves.
Han Chudong was playing a little trick. Three lottery tickets numbered "1", "2", "3" and "Special Prize" were in his pocket at the moment, corresponding to three different cars. He didn't know the first and second prizes. The prizes were drawn in person and any attempt to claim the prize after he left would be invalid. It was clearly written on the poster.
At this time, I quietly put the lottery ticket with the words "Special Prize (3)" written on it into the box, hoping to get a good start and sell more.
Last time, all the prizes were really taken away by someone, and his credibility has been tested. The guy who won a car has been telling everyone about it recently. All the neighbors know him, and no one thinks he is playing a double game.
This time, it was also said that the prizes could not be taken away today. They were all in these lottery tickets. Since the sale started, they attracted a lot of people, and the sales volume gradually exceeded one thousand or two thousand. Some people bought twenty tickets at a time.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Han Chudong kept staring at the box where he had placed the special prize.
More than ten minutes later, an old man frowned and asked, "What does this special prize mean? Why is it handwritten? I didn't lie to you. I just pulled it out of the box!"
Han Chudong was stunned, and immediately took out a string of firecrackers, shouting: "The grand prize is out! Congratulations to this old man for winning a Honda car!!"
The people present were immediately excited, and some neighbors who knew the old man selling roast duck kept congratulating him...
The pace was controlled and no special prizes were given out until the evening. Many small prizes were prepared this time, so there were many winners, which was great fun.
There were also people who spent dozens of dollars but didn't win the prize, and they left cursing and glaring.
At around five o'clock in the afternoon, a total of more than 4,000 tickets were sold. Thinking it would be bad if I didn't win the prize again, I secretly threw a special prize into the box. It was a Mercedes-Benz worth more than 2,900 US dollars. I didn't put the best one in the box because I was worried that it would be difficult to sell after it was taken away.
More than 20 minutes later, it was stolen again. The man spent 30 dollars to buy 10 tickets. When he won the prize, he laughed like crazy! This boosted sales again. More than 6,000 tickets were sold that day, and the next morning, the sales continued.
There were still few people, but thanks to residents in Chinatown and surrounding areas, there were only a few people willing to buy. The prizes on the podium gradually decreased, and the people who came to buy the next day were almost all for the Cadillac worth more than four thousand US dollars.
The investment had already been recovered, and the remaining extra sales were all profits. Han Chudong waited until after noon before he prepared to put the last lottery ticket into the box.
The bull has been blown out, and it has to be taken away by someone else.
Zhou Nan, with a watermelon head, was in the restroom. He took the "donation certificate" that was sure to win the prize, and asked Han Chudong distressedly, "Are you really going to give it away? Or should we win it ourselves and ask someone to come and help draw it? I really can't bear to give away such a good car."
"I don't want to part with it either, but... I have to have some conscience. Almost no one is buying it anymore. I was thinking that after I win the car, we can close the shop and go back."
Han Chudong felt a pang of pain when he said this, but he didn't want to completely become a liar.
If I had kept the car, I wouldn't have to spend so much money to buy one myself. I really hope that I am an emotionless liar and don't need to care about those emotions in my heart.
Watermelon Head sighed deeply, didn't say much, just did as he was told, and put the redemption ticket at the bottom of the box.
More than an hour later, as the sound of firecrackers rang out, the car was driven away by a Chinese woman, which angered some people who had just bought lottery tickets and led them to cancel their tickets.
Han Chudong agreed to help refund the un-winning tickets. He stared at the car and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
The remaining ones could not be sold, so the event came to an end.
After deducting the costs in the past two days, the total remaining amount is more than 8,000 US dollars. The purchasing cost is higher than last time, and the profit has also dropped sharply.
After all, I am quite satisfied.
After cleaning, I gave all the discarded lottery tickets to the old man who collected garbage. After he went home and counted the money, he called several charities to donate the money.
He kept a total of 10,000 US dollars for himself, but he didn't dare to deposit it all in the bank for the time being, so he simply hid it on top of the closet.
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