Urban God-level Selection System

The car stopped in front of the lottery shop, Lin Yue and Zhang Wanlin got out of the car.

"What number do you need to buy?"

The Shoudian employee asked.

Lin Yue thought for a while: "Since it is my lucky day, it is natural to use today's time as the standard.

Today is September 21, 2021, then 20, 21, 09, 21, 05, 20, 13, and the last blue ball is 14. "

"Haole, do I still need to choose another number to buy?"

"Of course.

It is impossible to buy this bet exclusively. "

Lin Yue waved her hand and bought dozens of more bets, spending a total of 100 yuan.

With this money, Lin Yue tried to spend money to find a psychological balance and to have fun.

Recently, there is a lot of pressure, so I have to find a place to vent it.

Not in the middle is second.

The clerk laughed: "Maybe your lucky day can be hit today."

"You can really speak."

Lin Yue smiled and said to Zhang Wanlin, "Then what number do you buy?"

"The red ball is 11, 1, 23, 31, 2, 3, and the last blue ball is 7.

I just buy one. "

Zhang Wanlin answered.

"What? This string of numbers, you can see at a glance that it is not a winning number."

Saying that, Lin Yue took the initiative to buy this string of numbers.

"Don't you plan to buy other numbers?"

"Don't buy it.

Just one bet. "

Zhang Wanlin is only verifying the authenticity of the letter, as long as he can get it, he doesn't care much about money or money.

After purchasing the two-color ball, the two returned home, but Zhang Wanlin went straight to the bedroom and checked the drawer.

There was a letter lying flat in the drawer. It was not a new one, but it was from yesterday.

He hoped that he would write from the "future" again today.

In the study, the cell phone rang, and Lin Yue skillfully pressed hands-free.

As soon as it was connected, the editing voice came over.

"Lin Yue, what are you thinking, why don't you want to sell the copyright of your comics if Tamron Company wants to buy it?

Who will have trouble with money? "

Before Lin Yue went out to discuss this matter with the editor, it turned out that there was no compromise.

The editor called this time just for this.

It’s not that Lin Yue and Qian are in trouble, but she knows that Tamron Entertainment Group’s purchase of its own comics copyright is nothing more than a commercial value. Later it will cater to the market and change beyond recognition. This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the price is too low. Now, it is a typical cut leek.

Although Lin Yue is not a well-known cartoonist, she can't give it to others like this after working hard to draw, so she is unwilling to do this, so she will not agree to this matter anyway.

Even if she is short of money now.

I'm missing the illusion that I have already bought unrealistic lottery tickets to satisfy my illusion.

"I know Editor Wang, I just don't sell it! Don't even think about the middlemen making the difference."

Lin Yue refused in one fell swoop, with no room for negotiation.

"I really don't understand, you haven't updated your work for months, right?

And no works were published.

With the previous money, it should be almost finished, right?

Tamron's purchase of your copyright can at least allow you to eat and drink for a year. Why are you doing this? "

"This is my principle.

It doesn't matter whether money is money or not, anyway, I am in a bad mood. "

"It doesn't matter if money is or not, right, then, in that case, should you make up the 200,000 tax owed?"

This time Editor Wang switched to tax threats.

These are several tax points raised by the tax reform when the previous works were profitable, and each work will be taxed according to its own sales.

Lin Yue needs to pay 200,000 yuan in tax.

But where it was before, let alone 200,000, Lin Yue couldn't get 10,000.

"Can't you wait any longer?"

Lin Yue changed her tone.

"Can't wait.

The only way now is to sell your copyright. "

The editor is just round the corner and wants to sell the copyright of her work.

How could she agree with this: "Don't talk about this matter.

Bye! "

Lin Yue hung up the phone quickly, too lazy to listen to the other's rant.

The surroundings became quiet again, Lin Yue sat at the desk with her cheeks supported, and the cold reality was right in front of her eyes.

She has a lot of money in life, including rent, taking care of her younger brother, and so on. After this month, she really has an empty wallet.

At that time, let's ask a friend to borrow some money.

If it doesn't work, just go out to find a job. Comics are not the only first choice. Feed yourself first.

And there is a younger brother.

As early as when Zhang Wanlin came here to study in high school, she vowed to say: Why do you live in school? Isn't it better to live at home?

So Zhang Wanlin moved here.

Now, it is impossible to let him go back to school.

And to be honest, she is a younger brother, how could she just let Zhang Wanlin go back?

It's too late to hold in his arms.

Therefore, during this period of time, you have to survive with your teeth.

She saw the lottery ticket again, a series of numbers, what's the use of buying so many?

It's useless at all.

If she can win the lottery ticket, then her work would have been a big hit.

Why are you impoverished here?

On the second day, 9 o'clock in the evening, is the draw time.

There will be three draws every week, on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, all at nine o'clock in the evening.

There will be a special program to draw prizes.

Zhang Wanlin watched the show early in front of the TV, waiting to reveal the final answer.

It is rare to see Zhang Wanlin so interested, Lin Yue also sat over wearing slippers.

Her hair is crossed, she is wearing short-sleeved shorts, and her slender legs are very fair and have graceful curves.

Compared with ordinary people, Lin Yue is also an out-and-out beauty. She was one of the school flowers during college, and she was constantly pursuing her.

But she insists on her dreams and disdains to fall in love with others, so she is still single.

But what does it matter? As long as there are comics and my brother, it's not a big deal.

She put a pillow under her head and slept on the sofa as usual, with her slender legs resting on Zhang Wanlin's leg: "You just bought a bet, and the chance of winning is very small, so what do you pay attention to?"

Zhang Wanlin pushed her feet away in disgust, "I'll take a look.

Maybe it can? "

Should be able to hit it?

He was looking forward to it in his heart, and it was clearly written in the letter.

Although, I don't know the authenticity of this letter at all.

"The winning numbers for this issue are the red **** 11, 1, 23..." the host read in front of the camera.

Zhang Wanlin looked at the numbers in his hand nervously. The three numbers he said happened to match the first three numbers.

I was extremely excited.

Since Zhang Wanlin only bought one bet, Lin Yue probably can still remember the number.

When the host said the red ball number, she suddenly realized that it was bought by Zhang Wanlin.

Could it be...she got up quickly, knelt down next to Zhang Wanlin and looked at the number in her hand with him.

Sure enough, the numbers are the same... The next ones should be 31, 2, 3. Zhang Wanlin thought.

The host read: "The three red **** at the back are 31, 2, and 3!!!"

God, really hit it! Six of the red **** are not bad! At least it's a second prize! Almost close! Only one ball away.

Zhang Wanlin was very nervous, he didn't care about how much money he would have afterwards, but rather, if he got all of them, the letter was correct, and Qin Xue would really be his future wife! For Lin Yue, this was an unprecedented event. He won six red balls, which was the second prize.

The second prize is more than three million, not enough for her to live in poverty? Sure enough, today is my lucky day! Lin Yue hugged Zhang Wanlin excitedly: "My dear brother, you are really promising! You actually bought so accurately.

As an old sister, I must worship you to death.

Come let sister hug one. "

"Next is the blue ball, what will this number be?"

The host deliberately sold a pass.