Chapter 61 Daydreams Come True
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After Zhao Sheng connected with Jiang Ruan Ning, he exited the Maozhua APP.
He was still extremely excited. I happily returned to the overpass, planning to close the stall early for the day.
He hasn't told his wife yet about his winning the lottery.
I'll go home soon and give her a big surprise.
Zhao Sheng used his mobile phone to send a message to the customers in the WeChat group, telling them that there would be no stall in the afternoon and that they should not make a wasted trip.
After sending the WeChat message, he started to pack up his stall.
The owner of the pancake stall kept looking at him.
After Zhao Sheng packed up and pushed his cart away, the pancake stand owner turned around and said to the vendor in the stall next to him in a sarcastic tone, "See? Ever since Zhao Sheng found out that a vendor on the Internet bought a lottery ticket and won the prize, he has refused to work properly and has been daydreaming about getting rich all day long."
"Now I don't even have the energy to set up the stall. I go to the lottery shop several times a day."
"At such a young age, instead of doing practical work, he just wants to take shortcuts."
The pancake stand owner shook his head, as if Zhao Sheng was beyond help: "Just wait and see, he will regret it sooner or later. Xiao Li, you must not learn from him."
He had just finished lecturing the vendor at the fruit stand when his cell phone rang.
It was his son who called.
The pancake stand owner picked up the phone, but before he could say anything, he heard his son excitedly say, "Dad, is Xiao Zhao, the guy who sells cold noodles next door, here?"
"Xiao Zhao? He just left a while ago. What's wrong? Why are you asking him?" the pancake owner asked puzzledly.
"Don't you know yet?"
"Know what?"
"Xiao Zhao won the lottery! Five million!"
"What? What did you say?" The pancake stand owner thought he had misheard. "Who won five million?"
"Xiao Zhao, Zhao Sheng, the guy who sells cold noodles next door! Dad, I saw on the news that a fortune teller asked him to buy lottery tickets. Go ask Xiao Zhao where the fortune teller is from and if he can introduce him to me."
With a "click", the pancake stall owner's cell phone fell to the ground.
His mouth was open, he was stunned and his face was full of shock.
What did he just say?
He said that there is no such thing as a free lunch, and Xiao Zhao was just daydreaming if he wanted to win the lottery.
He also said that fortune tellers are all liars.
But, his son told him that Xiao Zhao won five million? !
Or was it the fortune teller who asked him to buy the lottery ticket? !
Suddenly feeling dizzy, the pancake stall owner sat down on the ground.
"Uncle Shen, what's wrong with you?" The vendor at the stall next to him hurried to help him up.
But the pancake stall owner looked like he was possessed by a ghost. His expression was dull, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and he kept repeating the same sentence.
"Five million, five million, five million..."
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Jiang Ruan Ning left the police station.
The talisman papers she had drawn earlier were almost used up, so she took a taxi to the Feng Shui shop in the old town.
The cinnabar talisman paper that the Feng Shui shop owner gave her last time was of good quality, and the talismans drawn on it were very easy to use, so she decided to buy more this time.
Walking into the narrow alley, just like the last time I came, it was crowded with tourists checking in and taking photos everywhere.
Jiang Ruan Ning found the Feng Shui shop and walked in.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard a loud voice: "Family, the shop I am in now is a very unique Feng Shui shop. The shop is in the Chunli Lane alley in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng. Go straight in the alley and it is at the deepest part of the alley."
"The boss has run the shop for more than 50 years and is absolutely trustworthy and reliable. If you want to buy authentic cinnabar bracelets and pendants, you can send me a private message."
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