City: At the beginning, I saw the black history of school flowers

Chapter 11 Lamborghini?Not as good as Haval H6!
After Lin Xian's words fell, the smoky lottery station was instantly silent!

There are a lot of fans waiting to see the game.

Lin Xian's words really scared them.

But then it became lively!
Everyone chattered and discussed, and some kind-hearted uncles even tried to persuade Lin Xian:

"Little brother, you may not know that this is Simero's retirement match, it's a performance, and the yellow lion can basically be said to win."

"That's right, little brother, buy a yellow lion and earn some pocket money. I won't lie to you. We have been watching football for more than 20 years. We have watched Simero grow up bit by bit. This guy is fine."

"That's right, other gaming companies are not stupid. They dare to offer such high odds to Vanela because they know that Vanela is impossible."

"Little brother, it's impossible to be upset this time. If I lose this time, I'll eat the table!"

Lin Xian didn't speak, nor did he refute.

Turned around and knocked on the boss's desk:

"Boss, I just want to buy Vanera, please hurry up and get a ticket, I won't be able to get a ticket after a while."

The boss was a little shocked by Lin Xian's persistence.

But looking at the luxury car outside the door, it might just be that rich people are bored.

The boss was smoking a cigarette and beating on the machine:

"Okay, then Vanera. Tell me, how much do you buy?"

Lin Xian did not hesitate:

"50 million!"

The boss almost suspected that he had an auditory hallucination.

Standing there in a daze, the cigarette in his mouth dropped to the ground.

The noisy lottery shop was silent again!

All mouths are open.

50……

In this obscure small county, there are many families who can't earn 50 in their lifetime!
That night, Lin Xian made the lottery players in the station remember him.

The boss's voice was a little trembling, wondering if he heard it wrong:

"How many?"

"50! Call now! It will be too late."

Lin Xian felt helpless.

Only then did the boss confirm that Lin Xian was not joking, so he hurriedly began to operate.

While busy, while complaining:
"Little brother, there are only 10 minutes left, and a ticket can be played up to 100 times, which is only 200 yuan, so it must be endless."

"If you want to make so many calls in the future, come to me early, call me in advance, and I will book it for you!"

After hearing what the boss said, Lin Xian nodded:

"Okay, as much as you can hit."

The income of the lottery station is not the winning share, but the fixed share of the lottery ticket purchase amount of the lottery player, which is [-]%.

Therefore, seeing Lin Xian's generosity, the owner of the color station regretted it. The 50 share was [-], almost catching up with his two months' income.

At this moment, the owner of the Caizhan wished to grow a few more hands, and operate it with a snap.

Seeing that Lin Xian insisted on going his own way, other lottery players also shook their heads:
"Now this kid is going to cry miserably."

"That's right, you're still young, don't listen to persuasion."

"How could it be possible to lose in the retirement match! Does the club not want to lose face? How could the investors behind it allow it? The young man is impulsive."

"50 is in vain...Maybe this is the legendary rich second generation. People don't care."

No one in the lottery station was optimistic about Lin Xian, but Lin Xian just watched the boss play the lottery calmly.

The time came to 11:30.

The lottery system is closed.

The boss shook his sore wrist:

"Hey... little brother, you can only type so much."

The boss sighed and handed the printed ticket to Lin Xian, and at the same time looked at Lin Xian with some pain:

"I tried my best. This is 6 yuan, more than 300 pieces. Next time you want so much, you must tell me in advance."

At this time...

An old man at the back looked at the odds table, and then he calculated:

"With such high odds, if you really get upset and bet right... 6 will suddenly become 30!"

After finishing speaking, he babbled.

Others shook their heads and sighed, as if Lin Xian was a prodigal son.

The boss looked at the luxury car outside the door and asked curiously:
"Little brother, is the car at the door yours? This Lamborghini is very handsome!"

"Yeah, it's okay."

Lin Xian said lightly.

The boss looked envious:
"I'm really envious. To be honest, I've only seen this car on TV. Today is an eye-opener."

………………

Lin Xian packed her lottery ticket and walked out of the lottery station.

boom! ! ! ! !
With one kick of the accelerator, the car rushed home like a beast.

When the people at the color station saw Lin Xian leaving, they dared to let go of their voices and discuss loudly:
"Perhaps they just don't need money. For fun, can 30 yuan buy the tires for this car?"

"Let's not care about other people's affairs. Even if they lose 30 yuan, their lives are better than ours."

"I don't listen to any persuasion. I guess I stole money from the family to play."

"Fortunately, I didn't have enough time and only played 6 yuan. But I guess the family won't care too much if they lose all of them. The young man is still too impatient."

"That's right, hahaha, I'm so funny. It's obvious that I'm a noob, and I want to gamble on the upset, but is the money so easy to earn?"

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hum! ! ! ! !
The sound of the sports car can be heard quite far away.

Lin Xian parked the car in the yard, walked home, and waited for the football match with his father.

Father Lin frowned and looked at his son who walked in:

"What kind of broken car are you driving? Who borrowed it from? I heard the sound from a long way away!"

"Is it short of oil? You give some to others, don't let them burn it."

Listening to his father's kind nagging, Lin Xian only felt warm in his heart.

"Understood, Dad, don't worry."

Father Lin lit a cigarette and continued:
"Let me tell you, look at how handsome your second uncle's Harvard H6 is! The chassis is high, the car is big, and it can be loaded."

After speaking, he glanced at Lin Xian's car parked outside with disdain:
"Look at this one you drove back, the chassis is so low, even if the road is bad, the chassis will be scratched for you."

"It can't be pretended. There are only two doors, and you can only be two people. It's too impractical."

After saying that, he shook his head.

Keep praising the benefits of Haval H6.

Lin Xian could only smile wryly.

Father Lin leaned into Lin Xian's ear mysteriously again:

"Your mother and I are saving money, and we plan to buy you a Harvard H6 as well."

"Didn't you just graduate? It's time to find someone to marry. How handsome it is to drive a big H6! All the girls in the village like this car."

"Your mother won't let me tell you, for fear that you will swell, so don't tell me."

puff----

Lin Xian spat out a mouthful of water.

A 10,000+ Haval H6 domestic car, let yourself inflate?
But for parents, this is the limit of what they can do.

Lin Xian was very moved.

In this life, although Lin Xian's parents didn't have much money, they gave him warmth and love that were more important than money.

They would rather wrong themselves than let Lin Xian feel wronged in the slightest.

And Lin Xian has always been very sensible. When he was in college, he used to work and study during the holidays, and he never asked for money once at home.

This time I made money, and it was the first time I came back to visit the two old people.

Seeing his father's wrinkled face, but showing a happy smile, Lin Xian also smiled.

"Haha, Dad, you don't have to worry about me, I can make money by myself. For that money, you can buy yourself a car instead of driving your tractor."

When Dad Lin heard his son say that he owns a tractor, he immediately put on a straight face, proudly boasting about his tractor:

"What's wrong with my tractor? Let me tell you that my tractor is fine. It can pull goods and people. Every Saturday, I take your mother to the market."

Seeing his father's proud look, Lin Xian could only shake his head and smile without saying anything.

People of the older generation are more stubborn and nostalgic. If you say that his stuff is not good, you will definitely be able to argue with you for a long time.

Just at this time the game started, Father Lin stopped talking, and the father and son watched TV seriously.

"Simero kicks off first!!"

(End of this chapter)