It was getting dark, and the two people who had taken a shower sat on the balcony behind. The balcony of the dormitory building faced the mountain, blew the mountain breeze, drank Coke, and admired the clean and pure night in the countryside. With the accompaniment of the croaking frogs, a couple were happy to be in love with each other.

"My dad is talking about us again." Zhai Bei suddenly said.

Ang Lee was silent, he didn't know how to answer this sentence.

His father opposed them, like a mountain, pressing heavily on Ang Lee and Zhai Bei's hearts. Every time they talk, they would carefully circumvent this topic and did not want to destroy their beautiful feelings because of this.

But this matter is still to be faced in the end. Ang Lee thought for a while and said, "Is there something wrong with your father's financial situation?"

"Ah, how do you know?" Zhai Bei was very surprised. She had never mentioned family affairs.

"I'll ask you, right?" Ang Lee continued to ask.

"Well, my dad has a project procedure problem. Half of the construction has been suspended, and all the money has been kept in it and can't be paid." Zhai Bei said.

Ang Lee calculated the days, and it was almost this time. Zhai Bei's father had broken the capital chain due to this incident, and he had been delayed for half a year and had no choice but to ask for his father.

"How much more do you need to turn around now?" Ang Lee continued to ask.

"It's about five million." Zhai Bei said casually, then glanced at Ang Lee, "You can't help if you ask what you do."

"Then if I could take out these five million, your father wouldn't have stopped us from doing anything?" Ang Lee looked at Zhai Bei with a bright look.

"What are you saying? It's not that my dad obstructs me, it's that your dad doesn't like me." Zhai Bei was a little angry.

When he found out that he had said something wrong, Ang Lee hurriedly explained, "I don't mean that, I mean if I take out the money, will my father-in-law accept me more easily?"

"Who is your father-in-law? Don't scream." Zhai Bei was not really angry either.

"Where did you get five million? You can do it well and do not think about it." After Zhai Bei said that, he leaned his head on Ang Lee's shoulder and said gently: "Just have this intention, An, don't worry, no matter what my father objected, it would be useless, I will not marry you."

When Ang Lee heard this, he felt as sweet as honey.

He reached out and stroked the shoulder of his sweetheart and said, "Silly girl, I will definitely let you marry into the Li family in a grand manner and receive everyone's blessings. I will make you the happiest woman in this world."

"I will say to coax me and choose good things." Although Zhai Bei said this, her face was filled with a sweet smile.

His emotions heated up inexplicably at this moment. Ang Lee took Zhai Bei's hand and said, "There are so many mosquitoes now, let's go back to the house to watch TV."

Zhai Bei glanced at Ang Lee with charming glances, and didn't understand what Ang Lee was thinking now. She deliberately said: "I feel so comfortable with the wind outside, I won't go back."

"No, there are many mosquitoes." Ang Lee picked up Zhai Bei and walked back to the house.

"Oh, let me go!"

The next day, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the house, Ang Lee had already bought breakfast and came back.

Ang Lee gently pressed his mouth to his sweetheart's ear and said, "Baby, I've had breakfast."

Feeling a heat in my ears, suddenly the beauty on the bed turned over and hugged Ang Lee, and said in a daze: "You got up, I didn't sleep well last night..."

Ang Lee looked down at the eyes of his sweetheart, Mizuze Yingying. His curly eyelashes were trembling gently, pecking at her lips and smelling her fragrance. Although he was moved, he still said, "Get up, there is still something important to do today."

"What a serious matter." Zhai Bei rubbed her sleepy eyes, not wanting to open them.

"Of course I earn five million," Ang Lee said.

"Ah!" Zhai Bei completely opened her beautiful eyes and reached out to touch the forehead of her sweetheart.

"Look, you're talking about human words."

"Uh~ Although you may not believe it, I do have a way to earn five million, and it may be more than that." Ang Lee took Zhai Bei's hand off his forehead.

"Okay, get up and have breakfast and buy you your favorite tofu brain Xiaolongbao."

Wenhua Lane is located at the back door of Yangdong County Government. It is a famous local snack street, Shaxian snacks, Lanzhou ramen, noodles, and skewers all over the alley.

There is a small and inconspicuous lottery shop mixed in this dazzling snack shop. The "Chinese Sports Lottery" with a white background and black background at the entrance of the store releases the temptation of wealth to passers-by.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Lao Kong opened the store on time. The store has been open for almost ten years and has been trading it for four years.

The lottery store is very small, with an old sofa placed against the wall, and inside the glass counter, the "Tinggua Scratch" is arranged according to the face value.

The lottery machine on the counter has been used for many years, and the display screen is still a big old-fashioned butt. The winning lottery ticket is stuck on the wall, and the small amount is gradually covered by new tickets.

After Lao Kong entered the house, he first placed a few blue plastic stools and a folding table outside the door.

Shortly after the store opened, several young people came over and randomly called "Seven Stars" bets.

Some people come to buy it with a note that wrote the numbers in advance. These customers are generally thirty-five years old and are familiar with lottery research for many years and have been here for many years.

When Lao Kong saw this, he would greet him enthusiastically, hand him a cigarette and chat with him, but he never asked about the identity or occupation of the customer. All customers who come in here have a unified name called "lottery player".

At this time, an old lottery player, Mr. Niu, stood in front of a 3X4-meter sign in the store. The fine lines on the sign formed countless small square grids, and the winning numbers were like black chess scattered randomly, distributed in the grid.

This is the winning number trend chart. Mr. Niu has been studying it for almost twenty minutes.

"I feel like I can win this time."

Uncle Niu sat at the counter and began to take out the calculator, ruler, and white paper skillfully drew a winning number trend chart, began to list the formula, and started to calculate. People who didn't know thought that Uncle Niu was preparing for the college entrance examination.

Lottery players entered the store one after another, and they were involuntarily shocked by the dense calculation formulas on Mr. Niu’s white paper.

Lao Kong took out a few posters and posted them in a clear location in the store. This is the latest "World Cup Lottery" gameplay launched by Sports Lottery.

Since the last 2002 World Cup finals, Sports Lottery has launched the gameplay of betting on the results of each team.

"Old Kong, can you buy the World Cup here?"

A middle-aged man wearing a vest and slippers and greasy hair walked in.

"Yes, do you see which one you buy?"

"What are there?"

"It's all written on it, there are eight wins and losses, six and a half games, top 8 betting, and top 4 betting."

Lao Kong pointed to the new poster, which read the 2006 World Cup lottery gameplay and rules.

"So many ways to play," the middle-aged man muttered, standing in front of the poster and starting to study it.

"Boss, can you buy the World Cup here?" One of them came to ask.

"Press it on the wall and see it yourself." Lao Kong replied mechanically. He has been numbly repeating it countless times until now.

"Give me one hundred bets in eight games."

Old Kong was bowing his head and giving lottery tickets to Mr. Niu. When he heard a hundred bets, he couldn't help but look up and saw a young man handing over a note with a smile on his face. Behind him was a beautiful girl standing in front of him.

"Wait." Lao Kong quickly pressed the machine, and the machine made a "buzzing" sound, and a light pink lottery spit out.

After Lao Kong handed the newly-told lottery ticket to Mr. Niu, he took the note from the young man.

He has sold football lottery in the 2002 World Cup and 2004 European Cup, so he is very familiar with football betting.

Lao Kong looked at the four rows of numbers on the young man's note and confirmed it again, "Do you want to buy one hundred bets for each?"

"Yes," Ang Lee nodded.

"That's 800 yuan. Young man, this is not how lottery tickets are bought." Old Kong couldn't help but persuade the young man to come.

At this time, the beautiful girl standing behind the young man, her delicate little face was already red with anger.

"Okay, Ang Lee, you said you earn five million, just to buy lottery tickets!"
Chapter completed!