Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 61

Time is like solidified amber. At this moment, the flow of time has stopped. Only the sound waves of the boiling crowd in the square are like torrents constantly beating the eardrums, majestic and lasting.

At this moment, a man named Bai Yongyuan emerged from this troubled ocean, causing ripples like a stone thrown into a deep pool. His lips were slightly parted, and the textures of surprise and confusion intertwined on his facial skin, like a vivid and complex print.

After a long time, he squeezed out a long breath from deep in his throat: "Hiss - this old man, is it possible that he is the prince? Look at this expression and demeanor, how different he is from the legend. Match!"

In the center of the square, three powerful pavilion elders stood majestically. They stood side by side in the bustling background, and the eyes they exchanged with each other shone with unconcealable excitement, like stars falling into the lake, sparkling.

All these lively scenes seemed to have nothing to do with Lin Xiaofeng. However, although this person had a small mind, he was not a person who was determined to retaliate. Even if there were some grudges in the past, he did not remember them forever.

The root of this matter actually involves an old story about a Yangqu County painter who created advertising paintings based on the characteristics of the characters depicted by Lin Xiaofeng. In this painting, the artist unconsciously mistook Wang Jingwen's figure in it, making it appear real and illusory, following him like a shadow.

At first, the image in Lin Xiaofeng's mind was that of an old man with a graceful body and a happy face, which symbolized the abundance of power and wealth.

And Wang Jingwen was exactly that kind of old man with a smile on his face and full of affability. Although Lin Xiaofeng always felt that there was a subtle hint of cunning wisdom hidden in his eyes, he had to admit that Wang Jingwen's face was unmistakable. It is the best portrayal of wealth and prosperity.

In the process of verbal confrontation and collision of ideas, the tip of the pen in the painter's hand quietly approached the outline of Wang Jingwen's face until the last stroke, adding a touch of majesty and elegant beard to the portrait.

In this way, the old man in the advertising painting is 70-80% similar to Wang Jingwen. However, the elusive soul charm and inner qualities have never been completely described.

At this moment, the sky gradually fades away from the gorgeous clothes of the day and is replaced by a heavy curtain woven by twilight. However, instead of fading away, the popularity in the square became even more intense, as if the fall of night had ignited the fire in people's hearts.

Around the square, there are both artistic decorations used to decorate the environment and practical lighting facilities such as burning bonfires.

In this era that has not yet been bathed in electric civilization, bonfires have become the most primitive and powerful messenger of light at night. Its enthusiastically dancing flames illuminate people's faces and reflect the roughness and reality of life.

Lin Xiaofeng even planned carefully, ordered iron railings to be cast, and cleverly divided several open areas in the center of the square for the purpose of lighting bonfires.

There are torch stands all around the square, and torches can be inserted at every position to illuminate the night; in addition, countless water tanks are arrayed like guards, ready to deal with sudden fires.

After two nights of trials, although there is still a gap between the brilliance of modern lights, the light of the bonfire is more than enough to illuminate the square, and the jumping firelight gives the place a special charm.

Coupled with the hawking stalls scattered everywhere, the bustling atmosphere of the night market is getting stronger and stronger.

The three pavilion elders looked around with interest, with understanding smiles quietly appearing on their faces.

The atmosphere of life in North Langfang is extremely rich. Just from the expressions on the faces of the people, you can read a bit of the harshness of the world.

However, the bonfires all over the place made them feel a little worried, as if there was some kind of crisis hidden there.

There was still some time before the heart-pounding lottery moment. The three old men couldn't bear their curiosity and took the lead in shuttling among the stalls and began their wandering trip.

After being busy for most of the day, they were so hungry that they had not eaten yet, so they decided to take this opportunity to fill their stomachs.

Within a moment, three figures each held a hot burrito, mingling among the crowd and tasting it with relish.

Bai Yongyuan sighed while chewing: "Lin Xiaofeng really has some skills. Look at the cost of building this square paved with stone slabs.

In a place like Wanloufang, how could you dare to eat so freely in the streets and alleys? "

After hearing this, Chen Shuguang and another pavilion elder nodded in agreement, showing appreciation in their words.

As time goes by, the lottery draw that everyone has been waiting for finally kicked off.

The three pavilion elders tightly squeezed the lottery tickets in their hands, and an indescribable expectation emerged deep in their hearts.

Although the prize amount is not huge, in the bottom of everyone's heart, they feel that they will be the lucky one to win the grand prize of 550 taels of silver.

Their eyes met in the swaying light and shadow of the bonfire, showing both curiosity about the unknown fate and deep attachment to this simple and lively life.

The gongs and drums were noisy, the suonas were high, and on the large stage towering in the center of the North Corridor Square, the overture burst into the air.

Two small officials, thin in stature but strong in muscles and bones, like two ants gritting their teeth and carrying a heavy load, struggled to drag a mysterious transparent box onto the stage.

There is a simple manual rocker on the back of the box, and there seems to be a miniature windmill device hidden inside. Countless pieces of paper as thin as cicada wings are flying in it, like stars, sleeping in this wonderful space.

At this moment, the starlight broke through the noise, and the host appeared gracefully to the exciting beat of gongs and drums, instantly igniting the enthusiasm of the audience in the audience.

This person is not an ordinary person, but a storyteller wizard whom Lin Xiaofeng recognized in the market. He speaks lotus and has sharp words. After years of tempering, his voice has become like gold and stone striking each other, becoming more and more passionate, even in the In this vast square, thousands of people have to hear every word he says. This is not only the ultimate requirement for skills, but also a severe test of body and will. Without a steel-like heart, how can it be done? Accept this heavy mission?

The host was full of joy and walked steadily to the front stage. The stage layout was both modern theater elements and traditional charm. The place where the microphone should have been was actually replaced by a huge speaker. Although it was ancient in shape, it was extremely practical.

He could only hear his loud bell ringing, "Fellow folks! Dear friends, please be quiet!" This voice, through the amplification effect of the loudspeaker, was like thunder. In an instant, the square was completely silent, leaving only the breeze blowing by my ears. Sound softly.

"I think everyone has been waiting for it for a long time. Today, I am here to announce that the first bonfire party in North Langfang has officially kicked off, and will be followed by an exciting lottery draw!" His words were full of force, but there was also a hint of ridicule. .

"This event is fortunate to have the full support of the Wanglaoer kitchen knife brand, Mr. De, who claims to have 'unrivaled patriotism and the emperor is supreme', and the generous donation of the famous Mr. Li."

"When cutting vegetables, you must choose Wang Lao Er. Lao Er kitchen knives are hard and reliable!" When this advertising slogan resounded throughout the audience, Bai Yongyuan's laughter for accidentally spitting out new tea came from the crowd. He murmured in his heart: "It's really All the new tricks are coming out!”

"Mr. De" and "Mr. Li", these two names have long been known to women and children in Beilangfang. At this time, when the host mentioned it again, several old people who were well versed in the world immediately understood - the man was so thick-skinned that he called himself "De" The guy "Mr." is clearly Lin Xiaofeng himself; and the famous "Mr. Li", you don't need to guess to know that he is the current prince. The truth has been revealed.

The audience in the audience covered their mouths and snickered, and talked in low voices, thinking that this direct advertising method was really inappropriate.

Lin Xiaofeng was sitting in the front row, looking at the anxiety and rejection shown by the villagers who were exposed to stage advertising for the first time. He could only smile bitterly and shake his head, sighing in his heart: "This is a process of cultural acceptance, and we need to be patient enough to guide it. That’s the crux of the matter.”

"Okay, okay! Before the lottery, let's have a little interactive warm-up!" The host waved boldly, triggering a cheerful and intense roar of gongs and drums again, "Have you all held the prize tickets in your hands tightly?"

"Stop talking nonsense! We've already prepared it, don't waste time!" Various anxious urgings came and went from the crowd, showing people's eager anticipation for the upcoming lottery.

The host responded calmly and calmly: "In this case, everyone must carefully check the special symbols on the lottery tickets. I will explain their meanings in detail next, so as not to win the lottery without knowing it and miss the great opportunity!"

"Look here, this is the most important prop tonight!" Following the host's words, two huge wooden signs with the number "1" and the Chinese character "一" written on them were slowly lowered from the top of the stage.

In a hidden corner at the top of the stage, several people were busy working on the scaffolding. They were responsible for replacing these signs.

Behind the stage, there is another person holding the rope tightly to control the lifting and lowering of the wooden sign.

This scene, which combines the unique charm of technology and tradition, is like a carefully choreographed stage play, which is slowly opening, leading people to a new climax, waiting to reveal the unknown excitement.

The host stood in the center of the stage, his body as steady as a rock. He gently pointed his fingers to the right. His movements were like stars guiding the sky, and a deep and majestic power flowed from his words, like the lower reaches of the universe. Chant: "Everyone, please cast your eyes on this trace on my right. It is by no means an ordinary number you see in ordinary life, but a symbol of the beginning of all things and the beginning of chaos - that stroke, that composition The basis of all sequences in the world, the 'one' at the head of one, two, three and four!"

His words were resonant, and his gestures rose and fell, as if he were splashing ink in the vast galaxy, describing the form of "one": "At this moment, let us call out its image together, and let it be deeply engraved in the depths of everyone's hearts. This horizontal trajectory is the birth process of 'One'!"

The audience in the audience was pulled by an invisible force. Although their faces were slightly stiff and their eyes flickered with doubts, they all uttered a dull and solemn resonance in unison: "One——!"

Amid this undercurrent, some people couldn't help but mutter: "Didn't you say there was a lottery? Why did it suddenly turn into a class for deciphering Chinese characters?" Despite this, these dissatisfied emotions did not blurt out, only lingering in their eyes. With a glimmer of expectation and anxiety.

The host was unfazed by this. He calmly turned his gaze to the left, where there was also a mysterious "one" symbol imprinted on it, like a beacon in the chaos.

"Dear viewers, please focus your attention again. This 'one' is also of great significance. It is hidden in the lottery ticket and is the key to uncovering the code of the turning point of fate."

Before the host finished speaking, he was interrupted by an impatient audience member: "That's enough. It's all just 'one' anyway. Why waste time here? Let's move on to the next link!"

"Yes, next link! Next link!" The crowd instantly became commotion, as if particles in the cosmic nebula were restlessly colliding with each other.

A hint of imperceptible embarrassment flashed across the host's face, and the corners of his eyes glanced at Lin Xiaofeng on one side.

Lin Xiaofeng smiled slightly, with a smile on his lips, and waved leisurely, as if to say that there was no need to dwell too much on this, and he should proceed as planned.

So, the host flicked his wrist, and the wooden plaque hanging in his hand quietly turned over, and a second number suddenly appeared on the back. The number attracted the attention of the audience like a black hole, making everyone hold their breath for a moment.

He walked alone in the wilderness of language, ignoring the various expressions of the people in the audience. Some faces were solemn, as if paying homage to sages, but his heart was full of mixed feelings and complicated emotions.

Although everyone was more or less resistant, because of the suspense of the lottery that was about to be announced, they had to cheer up, follow his guidance closely, and participate in this educational and entertaining activity.

At this moment, the three elders in the audience have their eyes firmly fixed on this scene, and everything in front of them has surpassed their traditional cognitive framework.

In their view, Lin Xiaofeng's move was undoubtedly an attempt to educate the people in the name of a lottery. It was a unique interpretation of wisdom and enlightenment.

And isn’t this the legendary model of mass education that is subtle and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

Counting from one to ten, the host is like a big bell, his voice is rolling, and his words are continuous until his throat is hoarse, his mouth is dry, and his lips are burnt.

Although the common people in the audience were overwhelmed and seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible mountain, they were so tempted by the mystery of the reward that was about to be revealed that they could not move. They gritted their teeth and clung to it. In their respective seats, they were like silent statues, allowing themselves to be baptized by the torrent of knowledge.

After unlocking the profound codes, most people in the crowd raised their arms one after another and imitated the newly acquired words in mid-air, as if they were performing a silent ceremony. Every gesture contained awe and reverence for knowledge. Pursue.

Some people have simple and joyful smiles on their faces, surprised that they can enter the sacred temple of words, even though they only master the tip of the iceberg.

They confirmed each other and exchanged their experiences in whispers. They knew in their hearts that such an opportunity was once in a lifetime, so every second counted.

Lin Xiaofeng was observing carefully from the side, and cast a subtle look at the host at the right time, hinting that he should take a break.

You know, even the experienced and eloquent professional lecturer cannot always maintain such a passionate state.

The host received his hint and was filled with gratitude. Then he straightened his chest again, raised his arms and shouted, showing his determination to break the boat: "Fellow fellow villagers, it seems that everyone has some understanding, and now is the time for us to share and discuss with each other. A great time for progress.”

"Next, let's change the way to soothe our mood and enjoy a soulful poetry recitation together——"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Author: Mr. Zhongchende"

As these words fell, the host slowly retreated behind the scenes, and another performer came out in response, immediately immersing himself in the performance with his ups and downs of tone and abundant emotions.

"Ah! Holy lord, you are the shining star in my life!"

"The grace of spring shines on the earth, and your grace also nourishes the hearts of all people!%@#￥·······"

At this moment, in the audience, three old pavilion elders were sitting upright, listening to the almost flattering praises on the stage, cold sweat could not help but break out on their foreheads, and a black line quietly slid down their cheeks.

Their original good impression of Lin Xiaofeng was instantly wiped out, and they thought to themselves: How could they end up in such a situation? Where is dignity?

The faces of the three old men were almost twisted together. They wanted to scream to the sky and denounced such a sycophantic villain. They had no regard for their integrity and had lost the pride of a literary man.

However, in the eyes of Lin Xiaofeng, the mastermind behind all this, these are just trivial matters.

The principle he believes in is: as long as it is beneficial to the people, any method can be used.

Whether it's a flattery or a Pavlov effect, as long as he continues to send praises every day, one day the ninety-five-year-old will be happy when he hears his voice.

At that time, the things he wanted to promote were as easy as reaching into a bag to get something.

Lin Xiaofeng's lips curved into a sly smile, and he said to himself silently: Who in the world can resist the charm of flattery?

He is full of confidence, and with the shrewd strategies of the modern workplace in the 21st century, these ancient defenses are just like clouds covering his eyes. The North Corridor Square is just a small world for Lin Xiaofeng to display his ambition and wisdom!

Hehe, in this world, who can stop Lin Xiaofeng's ambition to change the world and change the world?

"Oh! Look, isn't that Lin Xiaofeng!" Chen Shuguang spotted Lin Xiaofeng's figure at a glance among the bustling crowd. Like a falcon targeting its prey, he suddenly raised a finger and pointed into the distance. A cry mixed with a hint of excitement and shock to reveal the mystery.

When Li Qiuyan heard the sound, his eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and a rough but determined growl burst out from his mouth: "His grandma's!"

Just like a space warrior receiving an emergency mission signal, he rolled up his sleeves without hesitation, kicked off his feet, and sprinted in the direction of Lin Xiaofeng with rapid strides. The two people behind him followed closely, as if they were attracted by his aura. Drawn by the power of resolute action.

Like an interstellar battleship activated at full power, Li Qiuyan passed through the dense crowd fearlessly. Every step was like thunder falling to the ground. His gaze was firmly aimed at Lin Xiaofeng in front of him. The hand that wanted to grab the opponent's collar was already full of strength and could be ready at any time. Prepare to strike.

But just when he was about to reach the end of his journey, a big man with a hard face and strong evil aura stood in front of him like a black hole in the universe, separating him from Lin Xiaofeng.

Li Qiuyan immediately restrained his fierce offensive, his hands froze in the air, and he remained highly alert despite the embarrassment. Bai Yongyuan and Chen Shuguang stood aside, their faces so nervous that they could squeeze out water, and their hearts filled with anxiety.

At this time, Lin Xiaofeng felt the subtle change in the atmosphere behind him. He turned his head leisurely and saw Xie Hongxin standing quietly behind him like a ghost. A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Haha, I didn't expect it to be three old seniors. Your Majesty is here, thank you brother, my brother, please give way quickly."

When Bai Yongyuan and the other three heard this, they immediately hid the lottery-shaped object they were holding tightly in their hands. They put on a solemn look on their faces and pretended to look around: "Hmm, let's take a look..." ·”

"Where is the prince now?" Li Qiuyan's questioning voice was filled with a kind of suspense that intertwined time and space, as if every word was weaving an invisible web.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this question, his brows furrowed slightly, and confusion spread like ripples.

Recently, Li Dexian is like a child obsessed with exploring the unknown universe. He is full of insatiable curiosity about trivial matters in the world. In particular, he has an almost morbid obsession with fines.

Although it was only a small price to pay a dozen or twenty coppers each time he was caught, for him, this game-like punishment method made him endlessly happy, as if he had found something beyond worldly value. Where the fun lies.

Until recently, open defecation was rarely seen on the streets, but Li Dexian still persisted in following those who seemed to be intolerable, whistling provocatively. This behavior made Lin Xiaofeng feel deeply despised.

The square was crowded with people today. In order to avoid unnecessary chaos, Lin Xiaofeng specially arranged for the manure pickers to start cleaning the public toilets in the square in the early morning, breaking the previous habit of cleaning at dawn.

When Li Dexian heard about this novel move, he couldn't restrain his strong curiosity and ran to see how the dung pickers worked.

Theoretically speaking, Li Dexian should have returned a long time ago, but now there is no trace. Did he really accidentally slip and fall into the cesspool? But if you think about it carefully, the prince is always followed by many personal guards when he goes out, so such an accident should not happen easily.

Perhaps it was his extremely strong curiosity that drove him to embark on a new adventure in the world of manure. After all, this prince did have a unique way of exploring "special resources" in life.

Facing the questioning of the three old men, Lin Xiaofeng looked calm, and his words revealed the temperament of a strategizing wise man, as if they were talking about major issues related to the direction of human civilization: "Master Li went out to play, and he is expected to return soon. .”

"I wonder what the three seniors have to discuss when they come here today?" Although his voice was as plain as water, it contained an unfathomable wisdom and composure.

The lights flickered, light and shadow intertwined, reflecting in every corner, like a flowing oil painting.

In this dim and warm light and shadow, Li Qiuyan's figure looked particularly abrupt, as if an invisible flame instantly ignited the resentment and dissatisfaction deep in his heart.

His chest was rising and falling, and his face was as red as a ripe persimmon due to the agitation of emotions.

Suddenly, like a cheetah ready to go, he suddenly jumped up from his seat, and his figure was as fast as an arrow from the string, heading towards the center of the stage.

He pointed his finger firmly and forcefully at the focal point, and his words were sonorous and powerful, and every word hit the whole audience like a ground-breaking shock: "Lin Xiaofeng, in my opinion, you are not a mediocre person, why do you act so shamelessly and have no bottom line? Word?"

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this question, his expression did not show any ripples, and he still maintained his calm indifference.

He turned around leisurely, his deep gaze flowing across the stage like a cold spring, and then he lightly shrugged, his calm tone revealing piercing wisdom: "I just spoke out and said what others wanted to say. What’s wrong with words that you don’t dare to speak?”

Faced with Li Qiuyan's aggressive accusation, Lin Xiaofeng responded calmly, with sharp self-deprecation and analysis mixed in his words: "Why should I distort myself to cater to the powerful, imitate the parrot, and say some unfavorable advice, just to win the king's favor?" You are so happy that you are even willing to collude with those trolls and lose your personality and independence?"

"Absurd!" Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were shining, full of disdain for worldly prejudices, "I, Lin, seek practical results and do not stick to the means and processes. I only hope that the people can truly benefit. Three seniors, please tell me what your point of view is. Are there any fallacies?"

When the three of them heard this, they fell into silence, and their inner thoughts surged like a tide.

After silent reflection, they had to admit that Lin Xiaofeng's views did have unique insights to some extent.

Although everyone in the circle knew how to cater to someone, Lin Xiaofeng's move, although straightforward, seemed too sharp and explicit.

Bai Yongyuan frowned at this moment, curiosity and doubt flashed in his eyes, and he raised a new question: "Why do you want to use these strange numbers to teach the people on a whim, instead of choosing a more acceptable text expression? This method Although it is novel and unique, is it a little biased in terms of promoting benevolence and morality and inheriting the teachings of sages?"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sketching a sarcastic smile, and asked: "Can the words of sages fill the stomach?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the blue, making the three of them dumbfounded, their eyes widening with anger, and they secretly sighed in their hearts: "You have no pride, and you even regard the integrity of a scholar as nothing!"

Lin Xiaofeng sneered at this and waved his hand casually, showing a nonchalant attitude: "I just pursue simplicity and ease of learning. I want to ask, how can ordinary people who have never been exposed to elementary education understand the teachings of sages in a short period of time? Words of wisdom? At this moment, they are more concerned about whether they can seize this precious lottery opportunity for them."

The three of them looked embarrassed, looked at each other and smiled, but were speechless. They couldn't help but resonate with Lin Xiaofeng's point of view in their hearts - they had indeed ignored the reality that the people's general cultural level was low.

At this moment, the originally fierce war of words seemed to have found a delicate balance point, and the two sides who had different opinions reached an indescribable consensus in silence.

In this vast and simple human world, the existence of numbers is as important as the positioning of stars in the universe.

Although many ordinary people are unable to draw words with their own hands, this does not affect their keen perception and skillful use of numbers.

Whenever they exchange fruits and vegetables in the hustle and bustle of the market, the light of wisdom that makes every penny count is undoubtedly the most delicate interpretation of the philosophy of life.

Lin Xiaofeng, based on his in-depth insight into this real world, is determined to further explore the power of numbers.

He deeply understands that once the general public masters basic digital knowledge and its operating rules, the market transaction order will surely jump to a new level - commodities will no longer rely on traders' verbal and momentary bargaining to determine their value. , but the price is clearly marked at a glance.

Today's trading methods seem to be covered by a hazy veil, chaotic and ambiguous.

He is passionate about actions that may seem small but may actually trigger far-reaching changes, and strives to achieve the most efficient governance results with the lowest social cost.

If most people can have basic mathematical literacy, it means that he can fully promote an unprecedented reform measure-mandating that all market products must be clearly marked with prices.

Once such measures are implemented, it will not only encourage people to be well-informed and make comparisons when shopping, but will also activate healthy competition among merchants, ultimately benefiting every consumer.

A transparent and fair price system, like a crystal clear stream, will surely vigorously promote the vitality and vitality of commodity circulation.

At this moment, at this specific time point, the three weather-beaten old men stood there silently, with a slightly dull look on their faces, as if they were still trying to figure out the essence of Lin Xiaofeng's philosophy.

Lin Xiaofeng, on the other hand, broke the tranquility with a passionate and wise gesture. He gently rolled up his wide sleeves and showed three square pieces of paper folded. His words were full of encouraging enthusiasm: "Come on, elders, today's matter concerns everyone. I still have a few lottery tickets in my hand that have not been given out. Why not join in and enjoy the fun?"

Before the three old men could react, Lin Xiaofeng quickly and firmly grabbed Li Qiuyan's wrist and firmly placed a lottery ticket in his tight palm.

His eyes were sharp, and he instantly noticed the crease left by the other lottery ticket that Li Qiuyan was holding tightly in his hand, and then he smiled and joked: "Oh, it seems that the seniors have already come prepared, and each has a lottery ticket hidden in his hand. , This really surprises me, a junior!"

"・・・"

In the sea of ​​​​people's attention, like spotlights, the curtain of the lottery feast slowly opened, like a new chapter in the long scroll of history.

Lin Xiaofeng, a young man with a mind as delicate as a spider's thread, keenly caught the fatigue of the older generation, and considerately reserved a few comfortable seats for several respected elders, so that they could sit in them and stay away from each other. The hard work that comes with standing.

Although Bai Yongyuan and Chen Shuguang still had the calm gentlemanly air on their faces, Li Qiuyan's eyes were always like a blazing fire, projecting bursts of anger towards Lin Xiaofeng, as if they were filled with boundless dissatisfaction and complaints.

Lin Xiaofeng took it calmly and said in his heart: "It is true that the feelings of the ancients are so complicated and unpredictable, but how can I, a passionate young man born in the new era, get stuck in these complicated and trivial matters?"

In the lottery box, more than 10,000 symbols of destiny danced rapidly like meteor showers in the night sky. The crowd under the stage turned into waves of rhythmic sound amid tension and anticipation.

Suddenly, a command came out of the air, "Stop-stop-stop!" At this moment, the transparent box that was so amazing at first had been temporarily forgotten by people, and everyone's eyes were firmly glued to the box. On top of the lottery tickets full of unknown temptations.

The crank in the host's hand is like a gear of time, gradually slowing down from rapid rotation until it returns to silence.

In an instant, the pieces of paper in the box settled down quietly like a calm lake after a heavy rain.

Then, the host solemnly took out a rattan colored ball that symbolized fairness and justice, faced the boiling sea of ​​people, and declared in a passionate voice: "In order to reflect absolute justice, wherever the rattan ball points, that person will become the stage today." Lucky draw guest!"

The moment the colored ball was thrown out, the crowd in the audience seemed to be involved in a fierce battle. In the flash of lightning, a lucky person held the colored ball in his hand and stepped firmly onto the center of the stage.

The host spoke loudly again: "At this moment, let us listen to the inner world of this lucky man..." However, the response to him was not the expected humility and gentleness, but the impatience and bitter ridicule from the crowd. :

"Hurry up and do it, don't wait and see!"

"Be careful, I don't have time to spend time with you!"

"Boy, if I meet you on the street one day, I'll make sure you look good!"

The vulgar words were like sharp blades, instantly cutting off the originally harmonious and solemn atmosphere on the stage. Seeing that the scene was about to get out of control, the host did not hesitate to drag the lottery candidates to the edge of the lottery box.

"Start immediately, draw the lottery immediately!"

Along with his hoarse and decisive shout, rounds of awards were announced quickly like the Milky Way pouring down, starting with the fifth prize won by 5,000 lucky people, then to the fourth and third prizes, like bright stars in the night sky. Light up in sequence.

When the mystery of the second prize was about to be revealed, the host tried to create a gripping suspense, but almost triggered a storm of anger from the audience. Some people even wanted to rush to the stage to show off their fists.

At the critical moment, Xie Hongxin's figure passed by like lightning, stopping a possible riot in time.

At this moment, the three old men, Bai Yongyuan, Chen Shuguang, and Li Qiuyan, who was always ashen-faced, no longer maintained their deliberate indifference. They each raised the lottery tickets they held tightly in their hands, and their eyes were as fiery as torches, staring directly at the person who decided their fate. raffle box.

Just when the host announced the winners of the first and second prizes in a thunderous voice, a wave of sighs and curses erupted from the audience, and the entire space seemed to be instantly flooded by a flood of disappointment and indignation.

At that moment, the host's mother actually became the target of verbal attacks. The air was filled with the bitterness of broken dreams, and the fragments of lottery tickets that were blown to pieces in the wind were intertwined into a picture that was both absurd and... The extremely real picture is very touching.

Under the dim and warm light, Bai Yongyuan and Chen Shuguang lowered their heads and studied the hopeful lottery ticket in their hands attentively, as if facing a vast star map, exploring the infinite mysteries contained in it.

Bai Yongyuan's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes revealed a bit of confusion through the vicissitudes accumulated by the years. While he looked at the lottery tickets, he laughed at himself: "What is this number? Oh, time is really not forgiving, this memory It’s getting worse than before.”

Chen Shuguang observed quietly from the side. An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a ray of moonlight illuminating the dark night. He spoke softly, with a voice like a gurgling stream: "Mr. Bai, this is five." The words were full of emotion. Respect and tolerance for elders.

When Bai Yongyuan heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed between his brows, and he muttered in a low voice: "Oh, so I didn't win the prize." There was an unconcealable regret in his words.

Beside them, Li Qiuyan was in a completely different state. His dull eyes were staring at the lottery ticket in his hand, as if he had fallen into some incredible dream. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and his voice trembled slightly, as if he was surprised from the depths of his throat: "I...I...I actually won! First prize!"

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng was also attracted by the sudden good news. He quickly approached and his eyes fell on the ticket. In an instant, surprise bloomed like spring flowers on his cheeks: "Oh! Mr. Li, you really won the first prize. ! Congratulations, let’s go redeem it now.”

However, Li Qiuyan was not overjoyed by this. Instead, he tightened his face and assumed a calm posture. His words revealed a kind of otherworldly pride: "It's just a small prize, nothing to care about. As a court official, I , how can you be tempted by a small profit? It is better to donate this bonus to those who need it more."

Although Lin Xiaofeng denounced this in his heart, he did not show off his face. He only muttered silently in his heart: "You say I am greedy for small profits? What Mr. Li said is really humorous."

His face also darkened, but he still followed Li Qiuyan's words and agreed: "Since Mr. Li said so, we will not redeem the prize. However, there is one thing. I would like to ask Mr. Li to come on stage to cooperate."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd that had started to disperse instantly focused on the stage again, with pairs of curious eyes twinkling like stars.

They were whispering, speculating on Lin Xiaofeng's intentions.

Hearing this, Li Qiuyan's face changed suddenly, and a hint of panic flashed across his eyes. He could see his mouth moving slightly, as if he was shouting silently: "What are you going to do?"

(End of this chapter)