Rebirth: I Have A God-Level Sign-In System

Chapter 10 Turns out to be China

"Hey! This frame is too delicate and nice!"

"No wonder it's the grand prize, it looks very high-end!"

Originally, another middle-aged man who left just wanted to take a look. After seeing the small glass wooden frame, his expression was also surprised: "I have a little impression of this frame. In the wholesale market, it seems to be sold for five yuan each! "

"What are you talking about? This frame is worth five dollars!"

"Yeah, my wife wanted to buy it at the time, but she didn't want to buy it. It was too expensive. After all, pork is only four yuan a catty now. Are you willing to buy it?"

The middle-aged man with thick hair shook his head immediately, thinking it was too expensive.

As for the bald middle-aged man, he had already handed 50 cents to Li Qiang and said, "Young man, you said that 50 cents were drawn twice, right? Give me twice. By the way, if I were You really got this grand prize. You won't take away this box, right?"

"No, the frame will be given to you directly at that time."

Ye Yu, who had gone to the toilet, came back at this time. When he saw that there were guests coming so soon, and even when he had already paid for the lottery draw, Ye Yu didn't expect it to be so smooth at the beginning.

At the same time, Ye Yu also delivered the big box of the lottery to the middle-aged man, shaking and saying, "Boss, please draw the lottery!"

"The young man is really good at talking. What kind of boss am I? I'm just an ordinary worker."

The middle-aged man was a little overjoyed, even if he hadn't played the lottery in the end, but looking at a lottery opening on the lottery box, he subconsciously put his hand in.

"Get one at a time?"

There are a lot of folded papers in the carton, which are called "lottery coupons", and they all feel the same to the touch. While the middle-aged man is muddling with his hands, he also asks Ye Yu.

Ye Yu nodded: "That's right, take one at a time. After the lottery ticket is opened, the reward level will be written on it. The special prize just now everyone should have seen it. That is the fifty yuan. There is also the first prize below, China Tobacco. One pack, second prize, one pack for mass production, third prize, one loose cigarette, as for the final consolation prize, these are small commodities."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his expression was a little surprised: "No thanks for your patronage?"

"Yes, no thank you for your patronage, I have prizes for all!"

Ye Yu shouted loudly. Some passersby who were far away heard this, and they immediately watched.

I wonder what kind of lottery this is, there are all rewards.

But everyone didn't say anything. They just looked at the bald middle-aged man, wanting to see what kind of reward this guy could draw out of the lottery box.

Then I looked at a lottery ticket folded into squares, when the bald middle-aged took it out and opened it.

The words of a third prize suddenly jumped into everyone's eyes.

"Oh, third prize!!"

"Boy, you just said what the third prize is!"

This bald middle-aged man was a little excited, thinking that he was lucky today.

As for Ye Yu, he pointed to the pile of things on the right hand side of the table, and began to introduce: "Boss, these are the rewards for the third prize. In addition to the scattered cigarettes introduced just now, there are also beauties. Small jewellery, pencil and eraser stationery for students, and exquisite small stickers for playing with children."

"Small jewelry? Are these plastic rings and earrings?"

The bald middle-aged has a look of disgust. As for the pencil and eraser stationery, you think middle-aged people in their forties will use this stuff, not to mention the exquisite little stickers.

"Then I can take a cigarette, at least I can smoke it."

With that said, the bald middle-aged casually took a cigarette out of a transparent box with a pile of loose cigarettes.

At the same time, some passersby onlookers also began to talk more and more.

"Without even thinking about it, this must be the cheapest big front door."

"Nonsense, good smoke can be put out for you to smoke, so why don't they have to die."

"Fifty cents have two chances for a lottery. The cheapest big front door now is a pack of 51 pieces. There are 20 pieces in a pack. Although it is a bit of a loss, at least there is not nothing at all."

"It's true, it's a dime to sell in the small shop over there. My wife is tight and doesn't give pocket money. When I am addicted to cigarettes, I will buy a few loose cigarettes and smoke them."

"It's the same as me, and I do it often."

Like passers-by, the bald middle-aged thought it was a pack of five-to-one cigarettes at the front door.

Also, this kind of small lottery business, how could it be possible to get you a cigarette to smoke, and as a result, this surprise will be in the next second.

"I...I...I, rely on, Zhonghua! I actually smoked Zhonghua Cigarette!!"

Looking at the Huabiao building icon on the cigarette body and the Chinese characters written in traditional characters, I was ready to give this cigarette to the bald middle-aged man who had smoked, and directly gave him all the matches he had struck. It was destroyed by falling to the ground.

At the same time, his unbelievable expression completely filled his entire cheek.

At this time, the other people on the sidelines, especially some old cigarette sticks, didn't believe it at all.

As a result, when they put their heads over and took a look, everyone was shocked.

"I'm going, this is really China Tobacco!"

"Damn, no, shouldn't this be the front door?"

"How much is a pack of Zhonghua Cigarette now?"

"Thirteen seems."

"Thirteen farts are already 15 years old. The last pack is fifteen yuan, and there are 20 pieces in one pack. Brother, you make money from this wave of blood. This cigarette alone is only seven cents, nearly eight cents. It’s money. You just drew fifty cents twice. I went. It’s crazy profit."

"Also, these Chinese cigarettes are not sold in general stores. You can buy a whole pack. Brother, you can give me a bite later when you smoke. I want to taste the taste of Chinese cigarettes."

As a result, this guy's request was instantly rejected by the bald middle-aged man, because this Chinese cigarette was reserved for smoking.

If this is gone, what shall I pretend to be!

The last bunch of old cigarette rods looked at the bald middle-aged man with envy, and hung the Chinese cigarette on his ear with a smug look, and then began all kinds of excitement.

But now looking in front of him, Ye Yu started:

"Good luck boss! There are a total of ten Chinese sticks in my pile of loose cigarettes. You took one of them out of your boss at the beginning of the scene. The luck is absolutely incredible!"

"There are ten Chinese cigarettes in it?"

When everyone on the scene heard this, they immediately questioned Ye Yu again and again, what exactly was going on.

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