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"There are nearly forty people here including me, but I only have one bicycle ticket. What do you think we should do?" Zuo Changzheng scratched his head with a sad look on his face.

The entire venue was silent. That was a bicycle ticket worth one hundred yuan. Even if you didn't have money to buy a bicycle, you could still sell it. Who would think that he had too much money?

Xue Ming crossed his legs and sat quietly in the front row. There are generally three modes for distributing bicycle tickets. The first is to distribute them in turn according to population.

It looks fair but is actually unfair. Just like the No. 1 Textile Factory where Li Chuanying works, it will take at least twenty years to get enough tickets for one round. No one wants to receive the tickets again after twenty years.

"Comrades, we carry forward the revolutionary spirit of modesty, courtesy and one-for-all, and please speak enthusiastically," Zuo Changzheng said.

The scene was still silent. This was the second way to allocate bicycle tickets, but everyone shouted slogans. When real interests were involved, the slogans were empty. No one wanted to give away tickets to others.

Xue Ming raised his hand, "I think everyone should compete for luck. Whoever is lucky will get the bicycle ticket. If it is fair and just, everyone will have no objection."

"I support Comrade Xue Ming's suggestion." Wang Xianbang of the Transportation Department immediately raised his hand in support. Drawing lots based on luck is the third distribution method that seems fairest.

"I, Wang Tianhe, also agree with Comrade Xue Ming's opinion." Wang Tianhe, from the Transportation Department, shouted loudly. He also wanted to take his wife for a ride on the street on a brand-new bicycle.

"Director Zuo, I also support the lottery, but I suggest that comrades who already own bicycles should use the spirit of courtesy and not participate in this lottery." Gao Yunfei, the second department of transportation, said.

The venue was completely silent again. There were only six people with bicycles in the entire transportation department, and Xue Ming was one of them.

Everyone knows that Gao Yunfei is Jin Buer's lackey, and it is normal for him to point the finger at Xue Ming.

"Comrade Gao is wrong. Bicycle tickets are collective. Don't comrades with bicycles belong to this collective?" Xue Ming immediately responded tit for tat.

Zuo Changzheng, who also had a car, sat firmly on Diaoyutai. The remaining four people who had cars immediately jumped out to object, and the whole conference room was noisy for a while.

However, people with cars are obviously at a disadvantage. A few words can only speak to dozens of words. People without cars gradually unite. After all, the fewer people participating in the lottery, the greater their probability of winning a ticket.

Xue Ming stared at Gao Yunfei with a half-smile but not a smile. You will also be a master of political struggle in the future, so you can unite the majority and attack the minority.

Gao Yunfei smiled and spread his hands. Director Jin Buer frequently felt embarrassed in front of Xue Ming. I, Gao Yunfei, slightly won the first confrontation with him. It felt really good.

"Comrades, please be quiet. What are you talking about? We are a transportation department, not a vegetable market." Zuo Changzheng slammed the table anxiously.

"Director Zuo is also a car owner. As long as Director Zuo takes the lead and promotes the spirit of humility, I, Xue Ming, will certainly not have any objections." Xue Ming decisively dragged Zuo Changzheng into the water.

Zuo Changzheng secretly cursed Xue Ming as a little fox, saying to himself that I also want a fucking bicycle ticket, "Comrades, since we are drawing lots to try for luck, everyone should participate. I also support Comrade Xue Ming's suggestion."

The leader's words were final. Xue Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Gao Yunfei. Gao Yunfei snorted coldly and turned away from Xue Ming.

So happily decided, Zuo Changzheng tore off two pieces of paper from the notepad, left thirty-nine notes blank under the witness of everyone, and wrote the word "you" on the fortieth note.

Someone went to the cafeteria and brought two bowls, one large and one small. Zuo Changzheng put the note in the small bowl and clasped the large bowl. Just as he was about to shake it, Gao Yunfei made another suggestion, "Director Zuo, since the suggestion of drawing lots was made by Comrade Xue Ming, It’s better to let Comrade Xue Ming take charge.”

The meaning of being the banker is to deprive Xue Ming of his right to choose. After all the comrades have drawn the lot, the remaining lot belongs to Xue Ming. The probability of winning the last lot is too small.

"I agree with Comrade Gao Yunfei's opinion." Gao Yunda, Transportation Section 2, immediately raised his hand. He and Gao Yunfei are brothers.

"I also agree with Comrade Gao Yunfei's opinion."

"Me too."

Comrades raised their hands one after another. The current scene was like playing mahjong. Everyone present was an enemy, and no one cared about the life or death of others.

Wang Xianbang, Wang Tianhe and other Xue Ming's buddies from the Transportation Department did not express their opinions. More than half of the people had already raised their hands in favor. Nowadays, the minority must obey the majority.

"Comrade Xue Ming, most comrades support you as the banker." Gao Yunfei smiled proudly.

Xue Ming silently noted those who did not raise their hands, turned around and looked at Zuo Changzheng with a half-smile.

Of course, Zuo Changzheng didn't want to be a hard-working banker, so he turned his head away from Xue Ming's face in embarrassment.

"Well, since everyone strongly requires me to make sacrifices, I can't refuse public opinion, but I want to go back to the office to wash my hands and change my luck." Xue Ming made conditions.

"Of course, comrades are waiting for you to come back to take charge of the overall situation. Don't worry, I guarantee with my personality that these two bowls will not be opened before you come back." Zuo Changzheng said confidently.

"That's great." Xue Ming stretched out his hand to touch the bowls that were clasped together, and put all the notes in the bowls into the space with his thoughts, thinking in his heart that it was you who forced me to not practice martial ethics.

After returning to the office, he locked the door, closed the curtains, took out his notepad, entered the space, used scissors to cut forty blank pieces of paper and rolled them into paper balls.

Everyone's notepads are issued uniformly by the work unit, and they all use the same paper.

Xue Ming put forty paper balls into his left pocket, opened all the paper balls prepared by Zuo Changzheng one by one, found the winning one, reunited it and put it in his right pocket.

After leaving the space and going to the conference room, Gao Yunfei smiled and joked, "Comrade Xue Ming, sometimes the more you wash your hands, the worse your luck will be."

"We'll see." Xue Ming quickly shook the lot bowl and used the space to play civet cat in exchange for the prince in front of everyone.

Putting it on the table with a bang, he took off the small bowl and revealed the paper ball in the big bowl, "Comrades, grab it and see if you can survive and catch the bicycle ticket."

The impatient Wang Tianhe took the lead in drawing lots, "I will draw grandma's first. If a person dies, his eggs will turn up in the sky and he will live forever."

Others also drew lots, and soon the last paper ball was left in the bowl. Xue Ming picked it up and held it in his hand while staring at Gao Yunfei, "Comrade Gao, show me your lot and let me see your luck."

Zuo Changzheng said with a serious face, "Comrade Gao Yunfei, it was you who proposed Xue Ming's decision to be the banker. If the banker asks you to show your cards, you have to show them."

"Let it shine." Gao Yunfei suddenly became nervous, took a deep breath and slowly opened the paper ball in his hand.

"Blank, Lao Gao's is blank." Wang Xianbang shouted loudly, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, Lao Gao, this bicycle ticket is not available to you. Let's wait until next quarter." Xue Ming said with a smile.

Gao Yunfei's face turned black, "Why are you so happy? If the ticket is not for me, it will definitely not be for you."

"We'll see." Xue Ming stared at Gao Yunda from the Transportation Section 2, "Comrade Yunda, please show the note."