For senior high school students facing the college entrance examination, it is now black June.

Of course, for Wang Zhuo, it was just the last time of his study career. He couldn't get into college and had no money to pay tuition.

After leaving the hospital gate, Wang Zhuo was in a good mood, and even the melody of the whistle changed from "The Song of Du Qiu" that he usually played to "The Smile of Grace".

Once I took out my pocket, the cigarette box was gone, and I don’t know when it was lost. The cash was only five yuan, and the balance of the bank card was already zero. Wang Zhuo sighed to the sky: Hero is in a downturn!

Gulugulu... my stomach started to scream in disgrace at this time.

"Damn it." Wang Zhuo shook his hand and walked to a dealership on the street, buying something to fill his stomach first.

Bread, instant noodles, ham sausages? There are not many things that can be bought for five yuan, and Wang Zhuo has already eaten enough of these things. Looking at the shelves depressedly, Wang Zhuo decided not to eat them.

"Boss, give me a bottle of Qingdao beer at room temperature. Let's go to Genzhong Street Big Fruit."

Qingdao beer is two yuan, Zhongjie Daguo ice cream is one yuan. The boss lady took Wang Zhuo’s five yuan and didn’t find any money. She asked with a smile: “There are two yuan left, should I bet on the big lotto?”

Only then did Wang Zhuo see that the dealership also operates a lottery betting business and waved his hand: "It is better to believe that the scammers in the Welfare Lottery Center believe that the sows will climb trees than they believe. Don't, find money."

The boss's wife had to take out two dollars and hand it to Wang Zhuo, and she did not forget to help him with some science: "The Double Color Ball is the Welfare Lottery, and the Big Lotto is the Sports Lottery."

"The General Administration of the Sports Commission is even darker!" Wang Zhuo muttered dissatisfiedly, took the beer handed over by the boss's wife, and was suddenly attracted by the few boxes on the counter.

When the boss saw it, he quickly attracted the business: "This is a scratch-off lottery, and he won the prize immediately and claimed the prize on the spot. How about it? Let's try your luck with a few photos?"

Scratch is the most traditional way to play lottery. The lottery is a piece of paper. The winning area is covered by a coating. You have to scratch it to know whether you win the prize. It is said that this coating uses high-tech technology and cannot see through even the instruments.

After biting the Zhongjie Daguo, Wang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly and used his perspective ability to look at the scratch lottery. His eyes were effortless, and he saw the symbols inside through the scratch layer that was said to be impossible to see through the highest-tech instruments.

Wang Zhuo immediately smiled: "Hey, this lottery is interesting."

"Yes, yes, it's very popular. How about it? How many pictures are you playing?" The proprietress nodded repeatedly.

"Can you choose?" Wang Zhuo stared at a box of lottery tickets worth two yuan.

The boss lady laughed: "Of course."

"Give one first." Wang Zhuo stretched out his hand, took out a lottery ticket, and threw the only two yuan on the table.

The lottery was scraped away, and as Wang Zhuo saw when he saw through the perspective, he won ten yuan in this lottery. After the boss checked the lottery, he repeatedly praised: "Young man, you have good luck, can you still get it?"

"Get, why not?" Wang Zhuo pulled the box closer to himself and flipped the lottery: "Come five more, I'll pick it slowly."

After a while, Zhongjie Daguo finished eating and half a bottle of beer was drunk. Wang Zhuo slowly drew five lottery tickets, four of which won nothing, but this was Wang Zhuo deliberately drew. After all, it seemed too weird to draw one to win one. The prize for the fifth one was not big or small, one hundred yuan.

Wang Zhuo was disappointed to find that this box of scratch cards worth two yuan had no bigger bonus. Apart from the one he drew, only one was fifty left.

But it doesn't matter. There are other ways to play prize tickets that can be drawn, and with a capital of 100 yuan in hand, you can draw lottery tickets with a larger denomination.

"Which lottery wins the biggest?" With one hundred yuan in hand, Wang Zhuo was a little rich and generous.

"This." The boss lady launched a box with golden color, and the lottery inside was larger than the number of other lottery tickets: "The maximum prize is one million. Young man, if you win, don't worry about the tax money."

"Are you afraid of paying taxes if you can win the lottery?" Wang Zhuo smiled, looked at the rules of playing the lottery, and asked casually: "If you really win one million, how much tax will you have to pay?"

The boss's wife stretched out two fingers: "This number."

Wang Zhuo nodded: "Twenty thousand? It's okay, two percent."

At this time, a middle-aged man with an amazing tonnage happened to come in from outside. When he heard Wang Zhuo's words, he immediately laughed: "Brother, that's 200,000, and the remaining 80 is your legal income."

The fat man had a fat face, the golden chain on his neck was as thick as his fingers, his long shiny hair was behind his head, and he was still curled with waves. He had a big cigar between his fingers, and walked to Wang Zhuo as if he was cooked.

"Twenty-hundred thousand? It's so fucking dark!" Wang Zhuo was already considering the possibility of tax evasion while smacking his tongue.

The fat man seemed to see through his thoughts, "Don't think about it, the tax lottery center will deduct it, and the after-tax bonus will be received."

Wang Zhuo thought this was the case. How could the Taxation Bureau take advantage of such a loophole for the winner? He selected five lottery tickets for the boss to show. "These are just a few."

"Five tickets, exactly one hundred." The boss's wife counted the lottery and accepted Wang Zhuo's 100 yuan. For her, this was a successful promotion. She made several yuan in profits of 112 yuan.

"Come on, give me a few tickets!" The fat man bit the cigar, took out the briefcase that was clamped under his armpit, took out a few pieces of paper and patted it on the counter, looked at the beer bottle in Wang Zhuo's hand, and said to the boss's wife: "Give me a bottle of beer too, it must be chilled!"

Wang Zhuo took a sip of beer and started scraping the lottery with the wooden chopsticks of Zhongjie Daguo. He scraped it quickly, because he knew exactly which lottery ticket won but didn't win.

The fat man leaned against the counter, drinking beer while watching Wang Zhuo scrape the lottery. When he saw Wang Zhuo scraping four cards in a row, he couldn't help but speak: "I don't like you guys who play scratch-offs the most. Whether you hit the scratch or not depends on blindness, and there is no technical content at all."

Wang Zhuo looked up at him and asked with a smile: "The one you played has technical content?"

"Of course." The fat man raised his thumb: "We play digital lottery. We need to understand probability learning, and we have to calculate every issue. There are so many things in it, which is more exciting than stocks and endless fun."

Wang Zhuo was speechless. It seemed that he had met a hardcore lottery player. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you know that the lottery results are all manipulated?"

"Of course I know this." The fat man laughed boldly: "That's all calculated the number they manipulated. This is the technology. It's not enough to understand probability. You also have to understand psychology. What winning numbers will those who manipulate the prize results arrange!"

"High, it's really high." Wang Zhuo was convinced, and asked again to scrape his lottery ticket, and said casually: "But I still like this kind of lottery that is instantly scraped and won. Although the winning rate is definitely not as high as advertised, at least the lottery results have been printed on the ticket and no one can control it."

The fat man shook his head repeatedly, just about to continue teaching this inexplicable boy, but saw Wang Zhuo yang the last lottery ticket he had just scraped to the boss's wife: "Sister, can this ticket be redeemed?"

The fat man went to see the lottery in Wang Zhuo's hand curiously, and suddenly was stunned: "Are you... winning five thousand?"

"Ah? I won five thousand?" The boss's wife stopped playing lottery tickets, pushed open the keyboard and stood up.

"Yes." Wang Zhuo pretended to be calm, but he was already relieved. With this 5,000 yuan, he could say goodbye to the days when he had a lasting meal or not.

Five thousand yuan, half a year of living expenses, just look at it and scratch it and you can earn it! This is the first time he has experienced this feeling of getting something for nothing, it is very good, very good!

The fat man's expression was dull for a long time before he smiled bitterly and shook his head, and squeezed out three words: "You are awesome."

Wang Zhuo deeply agrees with the fat man's words. Now he also feels this way. He is so awesome!

The boss checked the lottery and indeed won five thousand. He sighed in envy: "Brother, you are so lucky!"

"Haha, I feel so too." Wang Zhuo laughed, but his words meant something else. Good luck was not about winning five thousand yuan, but about having a perspective.

The boss's wife looked embarrassed: "This ticket may not be able to be paid now..."

"There is not enough cash?" Wang Zhuo had guessed this possibility.

The boss lady nodded repeatedly: "Yes."

At this time, the fat man suddenly interrupted: "I have cash."

Wang Zhuo was stunned for a moment and thought that the fat uncle wanted to buy his lottery ticket at a low price. Unexpectedly, he said, "My tickets total 3,800 yuan. Boss, the money plus your cash is enough, right?"

The boss's wife suddenly realized and kept saying, "It's enough, it's enough."

Wang Zhuoxin said that, it turned out that this was the case. It seemed that he was judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain. At the same time, he was also a little surprised. It would cost 3,800 yuan to win a few lottery tickets. This fat man played a lot.

The fat man took out a stack of money from his bag and counted 3,800 on the boss's wife's banknote detector. The boss's wife took out 1,200 from the counter and added it. After verifying it on the banknote detector, she handed it over to Wang Zhuo.
Chapter completed!