The livestream viewers could only exclaim, "Well, damn!"
[Who would've thought these two would go sell cold jelly when they look so refined! Hahaha!]
[How did they manage to squeeze so much out of 118 yuan...]
[They earned 800 yuan in just 1 hour and 40 minutes.]
[Lesson learned! Wonder if I've got a lawyer's gift of gab to go sell this cold jelly.]
Things were different for Wang Xinyang and Bai Chongxuan.
Not only had they spent all their money ahead of time, but they still had no idea what they could do...
Bai Chongxuan was an utterly pampered baby. Despite standing 188 centimeters tall, he couldn't do this and couldn't do that, and Wang Xinyang was nearly frantic.
An hour and a half after they arrived downtown, Bai Chongxuan gently patted Wang Xinyang's shoulder. "Don't worry. There'll be money."
Seeing how completely untroubled Bai Chongxuan looked, Wang Xinyang felt utterly helpless. He was clearly five years younger than Bai Chongxuan, yet he was looking after him like an older brother.
"Fine, then what's your plan?" Wang Xinyang had a good temper. He could put up with a little more.
"Go borrow 10 yuan from the VJ," Bai Chongxuan whispered in his ear.
Wang Xinyang took a deep breath, trying his best to stay calm. Right, we already owed the director 15 yuan anyway. Another 10 wouldn't hurt.
"Fine. I'll go borrow it." With that, Wang Xinyang went to find the cameraman.
The cameraman had anticipated this too and pulled out the grand 10-yuan note he had prepared.
"Wow, you really do have some." Wang Xinyang was surprised. Not many people used cash these days; the director had probably told him to prepare it.
"Here." After returning, Wang Xinyang placed the 10 yuan in his hand.
But after taking the 10 yuan, Bai Chongxuan asked him, "Do you want a popsicle? I've never had one. I really want to try one."
Wang Xinyang: "???"
Damn it! I borrowed money for you! I thought you were going to magically make more money out of it, but you're actually using it to buy popsicles!
Forget it. It's so hot out. It's understandable that a pampered baby like him would want a popsicle. Wang Xinyang really wanted one himself. "Yes."
Bai Chongxuan put the money in his pocket and retied his hair. Once he was done, he said, "Come on, let's go across the street. If I win, you get half~"
Only when Wang Xinyang turned around did he notice a lottery shop across the street.
Fine, I got it. I probably wouldn't be getting that popsicle.
But in the end, he still accompanied Bai Chongxuan to the welfare lottery shop.
As soon as he entered the lottery shop, he felt cool air sweep over every inch of his skin. Drenched in sweat, he even wanted to hug the air conditioner in the corner and let it blow air onto his hot face.
It made Wang Xinyang a little reluctant to leave.
Bai Chongxuan took out his grand sum of 10 yuan and slapped it heavily onto the counter. "Boss! One 10-yuan scratch card!"
Wang Xinyang: "..."
This guy had actually spent 10 yuan with the swagger of someone spending 100,000.
The shopkeeper, who was watching a ball game, genuinely got a fright. When he turned and saw their group, his eyes lit up. "You're here."
The middle-aged shopkeeper deftly took a stack of 10-yuan scratch cards from the glass cabinet and placed them on the counter.
With his slender, fair hands, Bai Chongxuan carefully picked through the clearly identical lottery tickets.
Wang Xinyang really wanted to laugh at how serious he looked. Could he actually win something?
It wasn't as though he had never visited shops like this as a child. No matter how many times he went, he always lost money and never once broke even.
"All right, this one." Bai Chongxuan picked out a red-and-yellow scratch card that looked no different from any other to Wang Xinyang.
With a full sense of ceremony, Bai Chongxuan laid the scratch card on the counter, held it down with one hand, and took the stiff card the shopkeeper handed him with the other. He now scratched off the winning-number area: 45.
The scratch-off area on the right side of the ticket was also called the prize area. As long as there was a matching number 45, it was a win. There were ten rows of numbers in total, with the prize amount at the very end of each row.
The numbers would gradually decrease until only a single digit remained at the end.
By now, Bai Chongxuan had already scratched his way to the ninth row. Seeing that he was about to finish scratching the last number in the ninth row and number 45 still hadn't appeared, Wang Xinyang gave up hope.