The boss of Hot Uncle is a very thin and tall middle-aged man with sunken eyes who often stays up late. His complexion looks bad and his complexion is very dull.

"Lao Xu! It's not closed yet? There's no one on the street! Go home."

The owner of the store next door closed the door of his store and got on his electric car to go home.

"It's too cold, why not go home and stay in bed? There's no one around, so go home early!"

He told Uncle Hot's tall and lanky boss that although he advised him to go home early, he knew that Lao Xu would not close the door and go home before 11 p.m.

Sure enough, Lao Xu was sitting behind the counter, staring at the TV, and said casually: "Old Xiong, you go first, I'll sit down for a while."

"The lottery is being held again?" Lao Xiong heard the sound of the lottery coming from the TV. "Have you ever won?"

Only then did Lao Xu raise his head, looked at Lao Xiong who was straddling the electric car at the entrance of the store, and said, "Hey, I'll win next time!"

Old Xiong smiled and said: "Then first I wish you a fortune. By the way, give me the bag of 'Wuzhishan'."

Old Xu was focused on the TV again: "Come and get it yourself."

"Hey you, you don't have enough service awareness. They say the customer is God. I can't even ask you to bring me a pack of cigarettes. Come on, my car has started."

"..."

"Hey, you better hurry up, it's cold outside."

Lao Xu impatiently took a pack of "Wuzhishan" from the shelf and said as he came out: "Here! 21 yuan!"

Old Xiong took the cigarette and asked: "Isn't it 20 yuan? Why has the price increased?"

"Labor fee."

"Labor fee? What labor fee?"

"I'll give you the labor fee."

"Lao Xu, get out of here and take it! 20 yuan!"

"One dollar missing."

"Are you serious? You only kill people you know?"

The old bear was a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Lao Xu forced a smile out of his ever-somber expression, which was extremely stiff.

"Haha, forget it."

Turn around and go back to the store.

The old bear stared at his back, snorted in his heart, and rode away.

He and Lao Xu have been neighbors for almost five years, but the two of them only met and chatted for a few words. Not only him, Lao Xu has this kind of relationship with everyone in the area, and Lao Xiong is already the best person to talk to him.

The one who spoke up.

In everyone's eyes, this old Xu has a weird personality and is extremely stingy.

Like buying cigarettes just now, Lao Xiong was not sure whether he was joking or serious. If it was a joke, it was a failed joke and would only make people embarrassed.

Not long after Lao Xiong left, on TV, all the lottery tickets were finally drawn. Lao Xu held one in his hand tightly, and it was all wrinkled.

"Damn it, you're wrong again..." Lao Xu cursed, and a lot of vulgar words came out unscrupulously.

"Boss! Come and pack Wuzhishan."

When Lao Xu was cursing vigorously, someone came to the store. A well-dressed young man with a bag in his hand looked at him sitting in front of the TV in surprise. He must have heard some of his cursing words.

Lao Xu didn't care at all, he stood up with a bad expression, took a pack of Wuzhishan from the shelf, and handed it to the young man.

"20!"

The young man took the cigarette, as if he didn't care about his attitude, and said with a smile: "I'm addicted to cigarettes. I can't help it. Let's smoke one first. Boss, are you holding a lottery? Speaking of which, I also bought it. Is it a sports lottery? It just opened.

What number came out?"

Lao Xu was only interested in the topic of lottery tickets and said: "You also bought it? The sports lottery that just opened. It costs 20 yuan. Thank you."

The young man tore open Wuzhishan, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Hehe, here it is! Is there a fire? I didn't bring a lighter, so give me a fire."

Old Xu casually used a lighter to light a cigarette for the young man, observed his clothes, and said: "Boss, with this outfit, why do you smoke a 20-yuan Wuzhishan? I have the Pacific Ocean here, do you want a pack?"

"Thank you, Wuzhishan is enough."

"Business person?"

"Did you see it?"

"If a businessman doesn't have a pack of good cigarettes with him, he won't be able to do business."

"Is this a curse on me?"

"Where is it? Boss, come here, tell me whatever you want."

Lao Xu sat back in his armchair and took the remote control to adjust the channel.

"Boss, I just asked you how much the lottery ticket you issued was?" The young man stood at the door of the store and puffed away.

"07 08 09 21 23 10 01"

Without even looking at the copied records, Lao Xu casually reported out the lottery numbers that had just been drawn. He seemed to know them by heart.

"789, this number is very smooth, I seem to have these numbers."

The young man was immersed in his cigarette addiction and said in a daze that he had smoked a third of a cigarette in one breath, leaving a piece of ashes that was blown by the wind and fell on the counter.

Lao Xu said loudly: "Be careful, don't lie down on the counter to smoke, otherwise it will cause serious trouble if it burns."

Although his tone was unkind, the young man was not angry and had a good temper. He said with a smile: "No, no."

He walked into the store with a cigarette in his hand. Lao Xu glanced at him warily. Seeing that he was smiling and kind, he didn't care, but asked again: "Why don't you come here?"

Bao Pacific?”

The young man quietly showed a sarcastic smile, then calmed down and said with a smile: "The Pacific costs 120, it's too expensive. I'm a small business and can't afford such a good cigarette."

"It's not a question of whether you can afford to smoke, but a question of whether you want to part with it or not." After Lao Xu finished speaking, he no longer had any expectations for him. A TV series was playing on the TV.

The young man didn't answer his words, and watched TV with a smile for a while. He thought of the lottery and said to himself: "Where did my lottery go? Look, several numbers were correct just now. I

You have to take a look, otherwise you won’t be at ease.”

Old Xu glanced at him in surprise, and then started watching TV again. He didn't care at all whether he won the prize, because he didn't believe it at all.

The young man rummaged through his pockets but couldn't find anything. He opened his briefcase, rummaged around inside, and finally found a lottery ticket. He put the bag on the shelf and asked the boss: "What was the number just now? Boss."

?”

Then without waiting for Lao Xu's answer, he happily said: "Ha, 07 08 09, I'll just say it, isn't that what I am!"

Lao Xu curled his lips secretly and said, "You won? Look at the next few numbers, 21 23 10 01."

The young man paused, and then asked nervously and excitedly: "How much?"

Lao Xu once again moved his eyes away from the TV, fell on the face of the young man whose expression had changed, and said: "Really right? No way! You can win like this? Do you hear me clearly? 21 23 10

01.”

"21 23 10 01? Yes, that's right! You didn't trick me, did you? Boss, please make sure." The young man blew out the remaining cigarette and walked to Lao Xu and asked.

"If you win, I'll get a point."

Seeing that his expression seemed genuine, Lao Xu became suspicious. He picked up a tattered little book and opened it. There were dense numbers recorded on it. He turned to the latest page, which contained three rows of numbers.

Lao Xu pointed to the last row with his finger and read out one by one: "07 08 09 21 23 10 01, that's right!"

Then he asked the young man: "How is it? Is it right?"

The young man licked his lips, chuckled, quickly stuffed the lottery ticket into his pocket, and walked out of the store without saying a word.

When Lao Xu saw this, as if the other party had stolen something from him, he quickly stood up from his chair and chased him to the door of the store, shouting: "Hey~hey! Why are you running away, young man!"

As soon as he shouted this, the young man ran away, shouting excitedly and jumping up and down on the empty street that was hung with red lanterns.

Lao Xu cursed in his heart, and chased for more than ten meters. Thinking that his store was still open, he reluctantly stopped and watched the young man disappear on the street like crazy. What the hell is this?

Impossible, right? But what are you doing? Would this happen if you didn't win? Is this really a win?...
Chapter completed!