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Chapter 9 [Boss, can I still draw more prizes? 】

Xiaopang pulled out the note, which still read:

"Thank you for participation!"

The audience all around sighed, regretting Xiaopang's luck.

The little fat mother couldn't help putting her hands on her waist, complaining:

"Boss, isn't your chance of drawing a lottery too low?"

"I've drawn it twice and still haven't gotten one."

Shen Jingbing laughed awkwardly and said:

"The probability is very high, isn't there another chance?"

"Let him try again."

He didn't expect that Xiaopang's luck was so bad.

Seeing this, all the netizens in the live broadcast room said one after another:
"Thank you for participating again?"

"I don't know if his luck is good or bad!"

"Anchor, since Xiaopang's mother has asked for this, why don't you just give him a copy."

"Upstairs, Fatty: You are really a good person, I can thank you Ang!"

"..."

At this time, Xiaopang saw that he failed to win the lottery twice, and felt that the probability of the lottery draw was too low, and he had no hope of winning the lottery.

Not only Xiaopang, but even the people around him thought so.

After all, it is a free draw, and the probability of the draw cannot be high.

But they never imagined that there were more "congratulations on winning" than "thank you for participating" in the lottery box.

Little Fatty missed twice, it was purely a matter of luck.

Seeing the discouragement in Xiaopang's eyes, Shen Jingbing encouraged:

"Little friend, let's smoke one last time!"

At this time, Xiaopang also wanted to use up the three lucky draw chances, so he randomly took out a note from the lucky draw box.

Xiaopang opened it, his expression froze for a moment, then his gloomy expression brightened, he jumped up happily, and said in surprise:

"Hey! I hit it! I hit it!"

Then he handed the note to Shen Jingbing, which read impressively:

"Congratulations on winning!"

Seeing this scene, the entire live broadcast room was boiling:
"Hahahaha, the first victim has appeared!"

"Xiao Pang did not escape his fate in the end."

"Destiny: I've tried my best the first two times, and it's hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words."

"Fate? Hey, I said fate~"

"Little Fatty: It's just an exercise book, suppress it with one hand!"

"Seeing the big smile on his face puts a smile on my face too."

"How many bamboo shoots do you have upstairs?"

"If there are two more victims, there will be a lottery!"

"I don't know how Xiaopang will react when the prize is announced later?"

"If the anchor continues to be so irritable, sooner or later he will be blacklisted by elementary school students across the country."

"I'm looking forward to it, old man hurry up and draw the lottery!"

"I'm already rubbing my hands in excitement!"

"..."

At this moment, Jiang Luoluo nestled on the sofa, watching the live broadcast and laughing.

She couldn't help laughing when she thought of the expression on Xiaopang's face when she waited for the lottery.

This live broadcast is so poisonous!

She laughed until her stomach ached.

Jiang Luoluo had never seen such a live broadcast.

Surprisingly, she opened the column of live broadcast gifts and gave away ten super rockets directly!

Super Rocket, Super Double!
In the live broadcast room, ten golden super rockets lifted off, shocking all the audience.

At this moment, everyone stood up collectively:

"Fucking, trough, trough, trough!!!"

"Super Rocket, return him and you will get ten ships!"

"This is tens of thousands of dollars! There are so many rich people!!"

"There are so many rich people in this world, why not me?"

"Where did this goddamn god come from? It's too embarrassing!!"

"Looking at her gender, she's still a rookie girl?"

"Hey, rich lady!?"

"A rich woman begs for a babysitter, look here, I have 18 yuan abs, seven times a night!"

"..."

Regarding the identity of the big gift giver, there was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room.

But no one knew that it was yesterday's star victim who sent these ten super rockets.

At this time, Shen Jingbing didn't know the excitement in the studio.

Seeing that the little fat man finally won the lottery, he had a gratified smile on his face.

"Congratulations, your luck is really good!"

He touched Xiaopangdun's head and motioned for him to wait aside.

Then he said to those around him:
"Congratulations to this kid for winning the lottery!"

"Now there is one kid who has won the lottery, and two more will start the lottery!"

"Anyone else want to try it?"

Shen Jingbing looked around.

At this time, the old man from before came over with a student wearing glasses, and said with a smile:

"Come on, little boss, let my grandson smoke!"

However, unlike the old man's enthusiasm, his grandson was a little less interested in the lottery draw.

The boy with glasses pushed his glasses, sighed and said:

"What is there to draw for this prize? Why don't you let me go back and play with my phone for a while, and I'll go to Yuanshen to draw some cards!"

The old man patted his grandson on the back, smiled, and said:

"My good grandson, do you think you can help grandpa get something out?"

"Well, how about I ask your mother to play with your mobile phone for 10 minutes more today?"

Hearing this, the boy with glasses immediately changed his expression, nodded repeatedly, and said with a smile:

"Okay, thank you grandpa!"

Seeing the interaction between the old man and his grandson, the audience in the live broadcast immediately laughed:
"The second victim appears!"

"Here we come, grandpa brought the grudge grandson over here!"

"Yo heh, I'm still a fan of the Yuanshen lottery draw, grab your claws!"

"It's good to like Yuanshen's lottery, but it's too kryptonous, so let the anchor help you quit this addiction!"

"Laughing to death, this kid really dares to promise anything in order to play more with his mobile phone!"

"Many years later, when he stands at the gate of his alma mater, he will definitely think of that distant afternoon when his grandfather took him to draw a lottery."

"Fuck, there's something upstairs!?"

"Guys, I'm already excited!"

"..."

Seeing that the boy with glasses agreed to draw a lottery, a smile appeared on the corner of Shen Jingbing's mouth, and he handed over the lottery box, saying:
"Come on, kid, you have three chances to draw a lottery."

"Give it a try. The probability of winning the lottery is very high. Just now, a classmate won the lottery!"

Listening to Shen Jingbing fooling other children, the audience in the live broadcast room launched barrages one after another:

"Try and die!"

"Yeah, the explosion rate is really high, it will explode the exercise book!"

"This anchor is really evil, I like it very much!"

"You're fooling elementary school students!"

"..."

Under Shen Jingbing's expectant gaze, the boy with glasses reached into the lucky draw box.

Afterwards, he took out a note and threw it on the stall without even looking at it.

Shen Jingbing opened it and congratulated:
"Congratulations to this classmate for winning the prize and becoming the No.2 winner!"

Hearing this, the boy with glasses widened his eyes, as if he was also incredulous about his winning.

The old man laughed, stepped forward with vegetables in one hand, patted his grandson on the back with the other, and said:
"I love my grandson, I'm really lucky!"

Seeing this, Xiaopang on the side couldn't help casting envious eyes.

However, just as Shen Jingbing was about to call the next lucky draw winner, the boy with glasses suddenly got fighting spirit. He rolled up his sleeves and asked:

"Boss, I still have two chances to draw the lottery, right?"

Seeing this scene, the sand sculpture netizens in the live broadcast room were all silenced.

(End of this chapter)