luck on thursday

After Lin Qingyang finished eating the sandwich, he felt that he was only a third full, so he opened his ears and tore open the package of the barbecue sausage.

The person on the left knocked on the table with his index finger: "So until now, no one knows what the golden stamp looks like. How confident is that person that he can hide it from Mr. Fitzgerald?"

"It's because he thinks that people don't care too much about him, although he never thought that Fitz Manor would do this."

"Something happened. I feel that Fitz Manor was a little angry that day."

"You think so too?" the man asked in surprise.

"Who knows, maybe they're tired of the lucky winner event, the time is almost up, and they haven't found anyone yet..."

Lin Qingyang grabbed the package, squeezed out the sausage inside, and swallowed it in one bite. Although there were no spices to assist it, there were a lot of impurities, but it was still the taste in memory.

The sausage casing was bitten by his teeth, and the gravy gushed out. With a little force, his teeth bit into a thin piece—wait, wait, this is hard, thin, and very small, attached to two grilled Between the intestines, what is it? ! !

Lin Qingyang froze on the spot and didn't dare to move, his eyes moved down slowly, at the same time, he slowly loosened his teeth, pursed his lips, and spat out into the palm of his hand.

A small, delicate gold stamp lay in the center of his palm, with thin highlights on the edges.

"Jin, Jin—" He was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even utter a single word!

The whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment, and his mind became dizzy for a while, as if a golden arrow fell from the sky and pierced his skull.Lin Qingyang also used to lie on the bed, fantasizing that he was the lucky one who won the big prize, but the negative effects brought by his parents made him calm down instantly, and he didn't care about these things that were completely based on luck.

But no one told him what to do after winning the jackpot! ! !

The words Fitz's Department Store were not printed on the golden stamp, but a golden rose crossed with a thin sword. Only a stamp the size of a fingernail had two lines of words written on it, and Lin Qingyang didn't have a single word on it. Recognize it, because his vision is already blurred.

Wait, he's having trouble breathing! ! !

The voices of the two people on the other side seemed to be gradually fading away. Morris noticed Lin Qingyang's strangeness, and while eating pasta, he raised his eyes: "Why do you..."

His gaze slipped from Lin Qingyang's face, followed his gaze down, and finally fell on the open palm, the fingers of this hand were stained with brown gravy, but no one cares about this!

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The metal fork screeched extremely harshly on the porcelain plate, and the unrolled pasta fell limply on his pants, but who is in the mood to eat this now!

The two talkative gentlemen next to them turned their heads with some dissatisfaction. It is normal to talk when eating in a restaurant, but making noise with tableware is not something ordinary people can bear: "Please don't..."

Then he saw the golden stamp with minced roast sausage in Lin Qingyang's hand, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat——

He couldn't believe his eyes!What did he see!

what is that!

Golden stamp! ! !

Oh, God! ! !

His companion was not as reserved as him, and had already screamed loudly, like a soprano who had practiced for many years: "Golden Stamp!!!"

People from the entire restaurant, no, the entire building flocked here. Everyone took out their mobile phones, clicked to take pictures, and posted the picture of Lin Qingyang's bewildered face with gravy on the corners of his mouth on the Internet, with captions "The Birth of a Lucky One!"

There were more people squeezing in, trying to see what a lucky person looked like, so the mall had to send out security guards to surround Lin Qingyang. Morris called urgently, and the police were dispatched overnight to escort Lin Qingyang out of Fez safely. department store.

The onlookers couldn't break through the encirclement, so they had to jump around the outer circle to see if they could pass the words to Lin Qingyang's ears!

"Sir, may I ask your name!"

"Sir! Where did you get this gold stamp?"

"I want to ask how you feel right now!"

"Excuse me sir, where do you live now? We would like to do an exclusive interview with you..."

There are quite a few people even if they are squeezed into a pulp, they still want to enter the encirclement, shake hands or hug Lin Qingyang - according to them, this can rub off the other party's luck, maybe the next lucky one will be him Woolen cloth? !

Everywhere, reporters got up from their own beds or other people's beds, tidied themselves up, put on their cameras and recording pens, and hurried to Fitz's Department Store, but after all, there were too many people, in order to prevent the stampede or other dangerous accidents.

Lin Qingyang regained his composure and decided to set the interview location in the living room of Morris's house.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a group of people crowded into the living room, Lin Qingyang kept an embarrassed smirk, and his mind was blank for a while, holding the golden stamp in his hand, and the reporters snapped a lot of photos.

In the photo, a young man with blue eyes is sitting on a sofa with his friend standing beside him. The gold stamp is highlighted in close-up, and there may be a special small section next to the big photo.

Although there was an embarrassing news about the fake lucky one, but this time the lucky one appeared openly under the witness of everyone, it really can't be true anymore!

If this is still false, they will jump off the roof of Fitz's department store immediately!

Countless newspaper editors got up in the middle of the night to write manuscripts, and finally the headlines in the morning newspaper the next day were shocking!

"The real lucky one! And so born!"

The report focused on the life experience of this young man. He was an orphan who was adopted by his current adoptive parents when he was seven or eight years old. The adoptive parents did not care about him. This young man named Joe Lenn My husband studies hard, has very good grades in school, and works hard. He often works part-time during holidays to support himself.

At the end of last year, his adoptive parents died unexpectedly. Mr. Lun became a homeless man and went north to work in Roseburg, where he met friends who have always supported him. Resigned due to some accidents, but did not expect a big prize from the sky, from a homeless person to a billionaire!

Below is a partial report on the interview with Joe Lunn.

Reporter: "May I ask how you feel now?"

Joe: "Actually, I'm not very clear about this. By the way, am I still at work today on Thursday? Am I really dreaming?"

Reporter: "For the [-] million prize, do you have any plans?"

Joe: "What! [-] million! What plans can I have! Cough, forgive me for being too excited. I mean, I don't have any plans for the time being. I may only take part of it as my own life guarantee, and donate the rest to funds in need Society or animal protection organization..."

Reporter: "How do you feel about meeting Mr. Fitzgerald next?"

Joe: "I! Very! Happy! I'm so happy I'm going crazy!!! Well, nothing else, I think I may not be able to sleep today."

It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night before everyone left the house. Lin Qingyang put the gold stamps in the safe of Morris's house, put his hands together on his chest, and kept his eyes wide open until three o'clock and did not fall asleep.

When he woke up the next day, his face was full of dark circles, and Morris had to find a make-up artist to help Lin Qingyang.

"The last time that impostor received a call from Fitz Manor at nine o'clock in the morning." Morris stood next to Lin Qingyang with his arms around his shoulders, watching him being rubbed repeatedly by the make-up artist, "I think you will do the same this time." too much."

"But it's 08:30 now, and there is no news yet."

It was agreed to only deal with dark circles, why are there so many steps that he can't understand?Little Lun En, whose lips were red and teeth white, thought sadly.

Everyone thought so, it didn't make sense that the real lucky guy appeared, and he didn't pay much attention to the fake one last time, so he squatted in front of Morris's house with a short gun, ready to take pictures of the lucky guy going out.

However, unexpectedly, they waited until ten o'clock, but there was no news. It seemed that everyone in Fitz Manor didn't read newspapers, nor did they have the habit of surfing the Internet.

Lin Qingyang was also squatting in the living room, bored, holding the phone number of the reception desk of Fitz Manor in his hand, not knowing whether to call or not.

The excitement of winning the grand prize has not yet passed, and he is still dizzy now. The happy life is coming too fast, and he is a little caught off guard!

Morris sneered: "It's just [-] million, it depends on your happiness."

Lin Qingyang didn't pay attention to his tone, and smiled softly: "I'm really happy! In this way, I can pay off the debt immediately, and then I have a lot of money left over to buy a house, or put my adoptive parents' The house is bought back..."

Morris hesitated for a while and asked, "You said before... you really want to donate some money?"

"Because it's too much," Lin Qingyang said gently, and he began to calm down, "I don't need so much. Even if I don't donate that much, I need 2000 million, right? It's considered giving back to the society, and there are always many people like me. They didn’t have a place to live before, so it would be great if they could get a good night’s sleep for this little money.”

Morris was silent for a moment, and said, "You are amazing, I don't quite understand."

Lin Qingyang smiled and said, "Thank you."

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that the call from Fitz Manor came late.

Lin Qingyang has been waiting. As soon as the mobile phone on the coffee table rang, he immediately picked it up, put it next to his ear, and carefully connected: "Hello, this is Joe Lunn?"

The other party didn't speak immediately. After a while, as if trying to hide something, he hurriedly answered, "Hello, Mr. Lunn. Fitz Manor saw today's morning paper and confirmed that you are the winner of the golden stamp."

"Yes."

"We will send a vehicle to pick you up, please be ready."

Eh?Why didn't the last fake lucky guy say that he would be picked up by the car of Fitz Manor?Didn't the two parties agree on a time and then visit directly? !

Lin Qingyang was stunned, and the other party's voice trembled a little.

"I'm sorry, because I was too surprised, so the preparations in the manor were a bit rushed," said the voice of an elegant and calm middle-aged gentleman, but it seemed that he was about to cry, "I am here to formally invite you to the Fitz Manor for a luncheon. At that time We can have a good chat."

Lin Qingyang was speechless for a long time, and suddenly realized something: "Wait, are you just..."

"Yes, boy, I am Philip Fitzgerald."

It turned out that the person who talked with him on the phone was the legendary Mr. Fitzgerald!