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"Did you really win five thousand?!"

The middle-aged uncle who had been at the lottery booth all year round couldn't help but cursed after he came over to see Tang Feng's winning amount.

You must know that he has been playing scratch-off games for so many years, and the best time he had luck was when he only won 2,000 yuan.

This young man, damn, he doesn’t have martial ethics...

"Hahaha, look, Ale, I told you that I have always had good luck! Do you believe it now?"

Tang Feng raised the lottery ticket in his hand to Song Lele and said confidently.

"Brother is awesome!"

Song Lele gave a thumbs up.

As an African who always has a dark face and can hardly draw any lottery in the game and has to rely on krypton, Song Lele is naturally envious of Tang Feng's luck.

"Wow, I won again, but it's a pity that it's only two hundred yuan. Alas, it's boring."

Tang Feng finished scratching the scratch cards in his hand, and the last one was a hit again.

The uncle next to him stared with envy.

Listen, are these human words? Are you disgusted with two hundred dollars in a twenty-dollar scratch-off ticket?

Not a rafter!

"No Ale, I've already finished shaving. Why are you still standing there? Hurry up. After shaving, we have some activities to do next."

Tang Feng saw that the scratching music in Song Lele's hand had not yet moved, and couldn't help but urge him.

You must know that among the twenty scratch-off cards he chose, Song Lele had the biggest one!

"How about you do it? My hands are really dark."

Song Lele said a little embarrassed.

Tang Feng was speechless for a moment.

"It's okay, we have already earned five thousand, don't be afraid, give it a try, the motorcycle will turn into a Land Rover!"

Seeing Tang Feng's insistence, Song Lele said nothing, picked up the small iron piece on the table and started to do it.

"Young man, you've already won five thousand dollars, why are you still going on?"

The uncle on the side couldn't help but ask.

"Sparrow food, if you win five thousand, the chance of winning the next prize is not great. Why don't you stop scratching it?"

The employee at the lottery booth also kindly chimed in.

Tang Feng was a little surprised: "What's the matter, can I still return the scratch-off tickets you bought without scratching them?"

The other party shook his head simply: "Of course not."

"Then you're talking nonsense."

Tang Feng glared at this guy angrily.

…

While Tang Feng and a few people next to him were waiting, Song Lele's hand that was half-scratched suddenly froze, and he stuttered:

"Master, Master, come here and take a look. Am I dazzled?!"

"What's wrong?"

Tang Feng looked over pretending to be surprised.

The uncle and the employee of the lottery shop looked at each other and hurriedly came forward to take a closer look.

"Fuck, fuck?!"

Tang Feng screamed in surprise, his eyes widening.

Of course, as someone who already knew the outcome, he was just pretending to be like this.

Moreover, he doesn’t even pretend to be like him, his expression is artificial and slightly exaggerated.

But at this moment, no one cares about his acting skills.

Everyone was stunned by the winning numbers displayed on the scratch tickets.

"One, one million??!"

"Damn it, I'm not dazzled, it's really a million!"

"Damn it, this, this is impossible!"

The uncle on the side was so frightened that he dropped the scratch-off ticket on his hand.

Many lottery booth employees who were still drowsy were frightened by these voices, and they all gathered around.

"Oh my god, it's really one million. I've been guarding this stall for so long, and this is the first time I see someone win one million!"

"This is too outrageous."

"Did our boss hire a sitter, this beaver?!"

…

Everyone was chatting and looking at Song Lele as if they saw a giant panda running down the street from the zoo.

Damn it!

As for Song Lele, who scratched out the first prize with her own hands, she was also in shock at the moment.

One million is nothing to a rich woman like her.

There are tens of millions in the bank cards she carries with her.

But I can’t stand this one million, it was scratched out by scratching it!

This is nothing more than the Destiny European Emperor, right?

"Awesome, Ale!"

Tang Feng laughed.

"Here, you chose this lottery ticket. I just scratched it out for you. It has nothing to do with me."

Song Lele came back from the shock and said embarrassedly.

Tang Feng wanted to say something more, but the person in charge of the lottery booth had already walked over.

"Two gentlemen, we now need to check the information on this scratch-off ticket. If it is correct, we can redeem the prize for you. What do you think?"

"Of course that's no problem. Let's redeem these three scratch-off tickets for us."

After Tang Feng finished speaking, he handed over the remaining two winning scratch-off tickets.

"Two more?"

The person in charge was stunned. After seeing the amount of the two scratch-off tickets in his hand, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Oh my god, I heard that this is the first time for these two to play scratch-off games. Is this the God of Wealth feeding food into his mouth?

This kind of luck is too outrageous!