Yu Wanwan was curious: "What shortcut?"
Murder? Smuggling?
Zhang Jingxu didn't speak. He just pulled her all the way to a scratch-off lottery booth by the elevator.
Yu Wanwan stared at the almost empty scratch-off booth and felt a bit speechless. "The shortcut to making money you mentioned... don't tell me it's just buying scratch-offs here?"
"That's right," Zhang Jingxu said softly. "Want to try one?"
She let out a long sigh and reluctantly refused: "Forget it. I have terrible luck. I've never won anything on scratch-offs. Last month, I even lost a lot of money on mutual funds. Getting rich by luck has nothing to do with me. I'm not going to donate money to the scratch-off boss."
With that, she turned to head to the supermarket, but Zhang Jingxu stopped her.
He explained seriously: "But I have very good luck. Don't you remember? Back in school, those lottery games at the school store—I always won first prize for you. How about this: I'll pick one for you. If you win, it'll solve your financial crisis. If not, the loss is small."
Yu Wanwan wanted to refuse, but under Zhang Jingxu's persuasion and recalling how lucky his hands were in school, she hesitantly placed her hand on the glass counter.
To avoid losing too much, Yu Wanwan decided to buy only one 10-yuan ticket.
Zhang Jingxu hesitated for a few seconds at the counter, pulled out the middle one from the box, handed it to her, then scanned the code to pay. "Scratch it."
Yu Wanwan picked up the coin and scratched half-heartedly. She didn't really believe a single scratch-off could solve her financial crisis.
But the moment she scratched, she saw several zeros under the coin. Her brain didn't register at first. When she realized the number was 250,000, she immediately covered the ticket in disbelief, as if afraid the zeros would grow legs and run away. Then she slowly and shockingly looked at Zhang Jingxu beside her.
Seeing her expression, he seemed to understand and asked, "Win?"
"Win!" Yu Wanwan's voice was very light when she said the word, but it was full of shock. "250,000!"
She, who had participated in supermarket lotteries many times and never even won the cheapest tissue, had finally turned her luck around today and won the grand prize!
Oh my god, the ancestors have blessed me! She, the unlucky one, had finally turned her luck around and saved her face!
Hearing that a customer had won 250,000, the scratch-off booth owner couldn't help but jump up from his red plastic chair, his face even more shocked than Yu Wanwan's.
There was a reason: he knew this girl all too well.
Earlier this year, she used to come to his booth every few days with two friends to buy scratch-offs. Her two friends would win a few hundred yuan each time, but Yu Wanwan—after five or six visits, once even buying half a book—never won a single time.
Her luck was exceptionally bad.
He never thought that after half a year of absence, she'd come back and hit a big one!
Was this the legendary 'strike it rich after a long drought'?
Compared to the shock on the boss's and Yu Wanwan's faces, Zhang Jingxu seemed unusually calm. He even said, "Only 250,000? I thought it would be a million."
"250,000 is already the grand prize!" Yu Wanwan was very satisfied, holding the ticket as she explained. "To win a million, you need to buy a 20-yuan ticket."
Upon hearing that, Zhang Jingxu thought for only a second, then pulled a new 20-yuan ticket from the counter and placed it in front of Yu Wanwan. "Then scratch a 20-yuan one."
"Huh?" Yu Wanwan's eyes widened. "Still playing?"
"Your bag costs over 80,000. Only 250,000 doesn't seem enough for you to spend, and you'll have to deduct 50,000 in taxes."
He said it casually and naturally, like chatting about everyday things, leaving Yu Wanwan stunned.
Judging by his tone, he wanted her to win a million?
But the probability of winning a million was astronomically low, requiring perfect timing and conditions.
She admitted he was lucky, but the 250,000 she just won was already a one-in-ten-thousand stroke of luck. She didn't believe that luck could strike twice.
Still, since Zhang Jingxu wanted her to play, she'd give it one more try. Even if she lost, it was only 20 yuan.
So Yu Wanwan picked up the coin and started scratching again.
Because of the 250,000 win and Zhang Jingxu's confident tone, as soon as she scratched the first number, Yu Wanwan had a strong premonition that this one would win. She scratched carefully and looked closely.
Finally, when she scratched the last number, Yu Wanwan's face once again showed an indescribable shock.
Because... she really had won a million.
"Another win!" She cautiously turned to look at the tall man beside her, feeling not only admiration but also confusion.
This guy... wasn't he the reincarnation of the God of Wealth?
How could every ticket he picked win the first prize?
Yu Wanwan had thought this one might win, but she never expected it to be the first prize again!
Winning two first prizes at the same booth on the same day—the probability was like Mars colliding with Earth!
If she was the ghost of bad luck, then Zhang Jingxu was the god of good luck!
His luck was ridiculously good!
Zhang Jingxu stared at the million-yuan scratch-off and finally showed a satisfied expression. He mused, "1,250,000... after tax, it's a million. Should be enough for you to spend for a while, right?"
Not just a while—it would last her a whole year.
Yu Wanwan never thought that after just a few days of poverty, her husband from the contract marriage would use two scratch-offs to return her to the life of a spendthrift young lady.
Wait, was he sent by heaven to compensate her?
She blinked her sparkling eyes and couldn't help asking, "Your luck... is just too good!"
The man put on a proud expression and said, "I don't know. As far as I can remember, my luck has always been good. So when I'm too lazy to think, I rely on luck to win."