"How did you know? That day he was masked and wearing a hat, only his eyes were showing. You could figure it out just from that?"
"Hehe! Because of the shoes, man!"
Hu Yifei pointed at his own feet.
"You can cover your face, but not your feet! That day I deliberately looked at the other person’s feet, and they were wearing the exact sa pair of Lining shoes as ng Lang is wearing today.
Plus, both were brought by our senior sister...
If it’s a coincidence, then there are too many coincidences, hehe!"
If ng Lang knew that he was recognized just because he didn’t change his shoes before going out, he would definitely exclaim that it’s a pity this guy isn’t a detective.
"So that’s why you deliberately wanted to make friends?"
"Of course, a top racer like him is hard to co by!"
"Then why didn’t you just reveal his identity at the ti, so we could properly thank him? Wouldn’t that have been better?"
"You don’t understand, big shots usually have their own quirks. Since he intentionally wanted to hide his identity, there must be a reason.
If we ntioned it in public, it might even upset him.
So, it’s better to keep it unspoken.
We already know his na, it won’t be hard to find him later.
Once we et once, familiarity will follow, and if I help him solve a few problems, won’t our relationship grow closer?
If you really want to make friends with soone, avoid being too deliberate; you need to approach it gradually!"
Having been imrsed in the ways of dealing with others since childhood, Hu Yifei had his own style of conduct.
"Okay, you n are more cunning than us won."
"Uh..."
Just then, his phone rang.
Hu Yifei saw that it was Yan Weiwei calling.
"Hello! Senior sister? Ah! Not investing anymore? Thinking of investing in Mr. Qu’s project? Why?"
"Soone said that Mr. Bao is skinny-dipping."
Hu Yifei: "Huh???"
...
"Hmm..."
When Cheng Biao woke up with a throbbing headache, it was already past nine in the evening.
"Eh? Boss, you’re awake?"
Ah Xing, who was eating instant noodles while watching TV, turned his head.
"Where is this?"
Cheng Biao rubbed his head, and looked around the sowhat unfamiliar environnt, sowhat disoriented.
"This is my rental, Brother Biao. There’s no one at your place, so I brought you here."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Six or seven hours or so."
"That long?"
After taking a few sips of the water Ah Xing handed him, which soothed his seemingly fiery throat, Brother Biao gradually beca more alert.
He looked at the sowhat shabby room and the bucket of instant noodles on the table.
Cheng Biao was silent for a mont.
"I’ve sent you quite a bit of money before, why didn’t you buy a house and still live in a place like this?"
"All the money was sent to my master for his pension, and besides, houses are too expensive now, millions for one."
Ah Xing smiled naively, lowering his head to continue eating his noodles.
"You..." Cheng Biao sighed.
[After verification by this notary and the staff present, the Welfare Lottery ga Lotto issue number 20180415 was conducted normally, adhering to the predetermined procedural rules, and the numbers drawn were...]
Seeing that the lottery draw had started on the TV, Ah Xing’s eyes lit up, and he imdiately pulled out a lottery ticket from his pocket.
Seeing Ah Xing seriously checking his ticket, Cheng Biao was a bit speechless for a mont.
"You actually went and bought one?"
"Yeah, I just bought it while I was out getting late-night snacks."
"Spending where it’s not necessary, you sure are willing, don’t you know it’s all a scam?"
"Hehe! What if it hits? I’m not greedy; a third prize would be entirely satisfying.
Xiao ng said it would solve my bad luck if I won!"
"You think I was talking about the scam being that kind of thing..."
Cheng Biao helplessly covered his forehead.
His ntion of a scam, of course, referred to scams in all sorts of ways...
[Tonight’s first winning number is 03... The second has co! Number 11...]
"Is there a towel, I need a bath, I’m all sweaty. Oh, and do you have a disposable toothbrush... Ah Xing?"
Just as he was undressing to take a bath, he noticed Ah Xing hadn’t responded to him; he couldn’t help but turn back and look.
He saw Ah Xing holding the lottery ticket, staring dumbfounded at the TV screen, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"What’s up?" Cheng Biao couldn’t help but walk over curiously, glanced at the ticket in his hand, and then looked up at the TV, montarily stunned.
Then he looked down again, and up again.
After several back and forths, Cheng Biao’s eyes also grew wider and wider, and his breathing suddenly beca a bit rapid.
For a mont, the two shared the sa stunned expression, mouths agape, shocked as the last winning number fell on the TV...
[The final winning number is... 08! Congratulations to this issue’s winners!]
08! It really is 08!
The rental fell into a death-like silence, only the sound of the TV announcer continued.
"Gulp!" The sound of swallowing saliva broke the silence.
"Yikes! I won... I won!" Ah Xing’s hands trembled with the lottery ticket.
"Fake... It’s fake, right?" Cheng Biao pinched his own thigh, hardly believing.
"Yeow! Ow~" The pain caused Brother Biao to grimace, suddenly dumbfounded.
"It’s not a dream!"
Damn! Damn damn damn!
Cheng Biao’s slight buzz instantly sobered up, his mind fixated on that lottery ticket.
After repeatedly confirming the numbers on the ticket matched the jackpot numbers, he swallowed hard.
"You... how many tickets did you buy?"
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