Love Apartment: South Wind Passage.

Chapter 702 From Heaven to Hell
A few minutes later, Zhang Wei and Ziqiao, who were ready, finally started their metaphysical scratch card.

Zhang Wei held his ID card in his hand and gave Ziqiao an example: "This time we have to take out our ID card to scratch the lottery, and recite "wealth rolls in" while scratching, so that the wealth can find us.

"Remember, you must scrape horizontally. This is called a windfall."

"Are you sure this will work?"

Ziqiao frowned, "Why do I feel like if we use our two unlucky ID cards to win the lottery, we will end up broke."

"What truth are you talking about?"

Zhang Wei patted Ziqiao on the shoulder and said, "There is a saying that goes, the world is still uncertain, you and I are both dark horses.

"Zi Qiao, you must have confidence in your future. A prosperous life is just around the corner and waving its flag towards us."

"Yeah, that sounds reasonable."

Ziqiao's mouth twitched slightly: "But it's hard for me to believe that you, a person who just missed out on a 100,000 yuan bonus, are telling me these things."

Perhaps Ziqiao's words touched Zhang Wei's sore spot. Zhang Wei was rarely annoyed and said, "Stop talking nonsense and shave quickly! If we delay any longer, we will miss the auspicious time!"

"Oh!"

At this time, the scratch tickets on the coffee table had been carefully divided into two parts by Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei chose one, and Ziqiao took the remaining one.

If Zhang Wei's unlucky attribute of "always making mistakes in every choice" is true, then the probability of winning with the 25 scratch tickets in Ziqiao's hand will be significantly higher than the scratch tickets in Zhang Wei's hand.

"Just a friendly reminder, normally the winnings from scratch tickets are only half of the total value."

Nan Feng said, "That is to say, if the two of you can't even scrape together 250 yuan, then it proves that all your hard work of feudal superstition is really useless."

Although Zhang Wei was unsure, he still said, "We will prove to you that we can also be lucky."

"Zi Qiao, scratch!"

Then they started to scratch the tickets with their ID cards, muttering: "Money is rolling in, money is rolling in..."

Seeing this, Yu Mo felt her hair stand on end. She gasped and asked, "Why do I feel like they are not scratching the lottery tickets, but performing a weird cult ritual?"

Nan Feng sighed: "People who only think about getting rich by scratching the lottery are like possessed by evil spirits."

“Oh, I think it’s quite interesting.”

Yifei smiled indifferently. She took out her phone and started recording Ziqiao and Zhang Wei, who were eager to get rich: "Ziqiao, Zhang Wei, come on."

"If you two don't win the jackpot today, I will censor this video and use it as video material for my class meeting to warn my students to stay away from feudal superstitions and not to indulge in gambling."

She smiled and said, "If what happened to you two can help those young college students, then you will have done a great deed."

"cut!"

Ziqiao and Zhang Wei gritted their teeth and looked at each other when they heard this. They both knew that they could only win this time and not lose.

Now only winning the jackpot can prove that their efforts are justified, otherwise their shameful behavior will be ridiculed by everyone until they grow old.

So the two of them started scratching the tickets even harder.

……

Half an hour later, Zhang Wei and Ziqiao, who had scratched fifty scratch cards, collapsed on the spot with dazed eyes and a sense of despair.

"The total value of the fifty scratch tickets is five hundred dollars, and the winning amount is two hundred and ninety dollars."

Nan Feng said with a smile: "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that your metaphysical lottery scratching method seems to be... really useless."

"Ah~~~ ah~~~"

Nanfeng, Yumo and Yifei looked gloating and sighed happily.

"It shouldn't be."

Ziqiao has begun to doubt his life: "I have such a close relationship with the Second Master, why doesn't he protect me?"

Yu Mo complained in his heart: "Isn't it normal that Master Guan doesn't protect you? If I were Master Guan, I would want to chop you with a knife."

"why?"

Ziqiao suddenly turned his head and looked at Yumo.

Yu Mo blinked: "What's the name of your newest trumpet?"

"Lü Meng."

"Yes, Lu Meng."

Yu Mo smiled and said, "No matter whether your deception is Lu Meng's or a lie, if it were me, I would definitely not forgive you."

As she spoke, she raised her knife and made a chopping motion: "Back then, Lu Meng chopped off Guan Erye's head. If I were Guan Erye, I would at least chop off one of your heads."

"Oh my god."

Ziqiao suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he quickly covered his neck and said, "I was wondering why things have been going wrong lately, even drinking cold water gets stuck in my teeth.

"No, it seems I have to change the name of my trumpet."

He looked up at Yu Mo and the other two and said, "What do you think about me changing my nickname to Lü Buwei?"

"It does not matter."

Yifei stopped recording on her phone and said slowly, "Ziqiao, Zhang Wei, since you didn't win the jackpot, don't blame me for using you to warn the public as I said just now."

Nan Feng also advised: "You two should face the reality. Feudal superstition is not desirable, and indulging in gambling is even more undesirable.

"Suffering a little loss and losing face will be good for you."

"No!"

Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "We still have a chance!"

"Zhang Wei, you're not still sleepwalking, are you?"

Nan Feng pointed to the scratch tickets on the coffee table and said, "All the winning tickets of the fifty scratch tickets are here. The ones that didn't win were burned. How can you have any chance?"

Zhang Wei fell into deathly silence.

Just when Nanfeng thought Zhang Wei had given up and wanted to go up to comfort him, Zhang Wei suddenly let out a wild and complacent laugh.

"Some people are destined to fight back from low health and turn the tide. The auspicious time has not yet passed, so let me realize this gorgeous reversal!"

Amid everyone's astonished gazes, he slowly reached his hand into his...armpit, and then pulled it suddenly.

"Ah!" Zhang Wei collapsed to the ground and rolled around in pain.

Nanfeng, Yumo, Yifei and Ziqiao looked at the black tuft of hair in Zhang Wei's hand, and their brows were deeply frowned.

Zhang Wei, he can't be...

Did you pull out a tuft of your armpit hair?

"hiss……"

When Nanfeng and the others thought of this, they felt the same way as Zhang Wei and their facial expressions were entangled.

They gasped, shielded their eyes with their hands, and expressed disgust and contempt.

"Alas……"

"It's not over yet!"

Zhang Wei struggled to get out two scratch tickets that should have been tucked in his armpits: "These two tickets can finally come in handy now."

He sat up slowly and said with all his might, "I have become one with these two scratch tickets. We are inseparable."

"My wish is their wish. I will definitely be able to complete this gorgeous reversal this time!"

"Come on, Ziqiao, I'll give you one!"

"No, no, I can't afford it."

Ziqiao stared at the scratch tickets that Zhang Wei handed to him. He didn't know how long the two scratch tickets had been stuck in Zhang Wei's armpits.

He looked at Zhang Wei's bloodshot eyes. Seeing Zhang Wei so obsessed, Ziqiao, who originally wanted to get rich by gambling, suddenly came to his senses.

He originally thought that scratch tickets, which cost five or ten dollars a ticket, were just a matter of chance, and if he didn't win, it didn't matter.

As a result, looking at Zhang Wei's appearance now, how is he different from those red-eyed gamblers he met when he was in society?
Those who win want to win again, and those who lose just want to make a comeback.

The money lost from scratch tickets is just a small matter. What is really serious is the pollution of a person's values ​​caused by the idea that "gambling can make you rich overnight".

Ziqiao turned his head and looked at Nanfeng, Yumo and Yifei, and said solemnly: "I suddenly feel that I can get rich overnight by gambling. Just think about it and buy one or two bets occasionally.

"But if you really incorporate this idea into your daily life, it will seem stupid and extreme.

"If I were to turn from evil to good and stand on your side now, would it still be too late?"

"You should have turned from darkness to light long ago."

Yifei patted Ziqiao's shoulder with relief: "Handsome boy, you have found your way back. I am very optimistic about you."

"Humph, traitor!"

Zhang Wei said disdainfully: "It's okay if you don't want it, this way the grand prize will be mine."

Nan Feng advised: "Zhang Wei, you see Zi Qiao has come back to the right path now, so you should stop being obsessed."

"No, today is my lucky day, I must win the jackpot."

Zhang Wei started to use his ID card to vigorously scratch the scratch tickets he had left over from yesterday, repeating over and over again: "Money rolling in, money rolling in..."

"Money is rolling in..."

Zhang Wei suddenly froze, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and he fell into a daze.

Snapped!
A muffled sound came from Zhang Wei's hand, and the ID card in his hand was crushed by himself.

"I got it! I got it! I got it!"

Zhang Wei's eyes turned red, and he shouted ecstatically, "Look! Look!
"One hundred thousand dollars! One hundred thousand dollars!!
“I told you I could win the jackpot!!!”

"One hundred thousand?!!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. They really didn't expect that Zhang Wei could actually complete such a gorgeous reversal.

Could it be that... today is really Zhang Wei's turn to change his luck?
Yifei couldn't help but move closer to take a look, and the expression of surprise and doubt on her face instantly fell.

She forced Zhang Wei, who was extremely excited, to stop and said, "Zhang Wei, please look carefully. Where did you win the prize?"

Zhang Wei was stunned. He pointed at the scratch card on the coffee table and said in astonishment: "Look at these thirty-six and thirty-six. I obviously won the prize!"

"You won a damn prize!"

Yifei helplessly grabbed the scratch ticket, pointed at the hole on it and said, "This is because you scratched the ticket too hard and the winning numbers were broken.

"You see the winning number 36 is the number on the scratch-off ticket below. You can't just stick these two scratch-off tickets together and use them as one, right?"

She asked in confusion, "I'm just curious, how crazy do you have to be to scratch the ticket like this? The most outrageous thing is that you can't even tell?!!"

Zhang Wei felt as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this. There were bursts of thunder exploding above his head, shocking him so much that he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

His frighteningly bright eyes dimmed in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground helplessly as if all his energy had been drained.

Seeing this, Nan Feng thought of giving it a try and decisively delivered a fatal blow: "By the way, it takes fifteen working days and forty yuan to reissue the ID card.

"Two hundred and ninety dollars of bonus minus forty dollars...exactly two hundred and fifty."

Nanfeng turned his wheelchair and winked at Ziqiao, who immediately understood: "Zhang Wei, if that's the case, then I won't split the bonus with you.

"After all, the number two hundred and fifty is very suitable for you now."

Nan Feng continued, "By the way, do I need to go to the police station on weekdays to apply for a new ID card?

"In this case, Zhang Wei, you will have to take a day off to get a new ID card, and your attendance and performance bonus will be deducted... Zhang Wei, aren't you losing out?"

"Hehe, hehehe..."

Zhang Wei was completely heartbroken now. He smiled miserably and then collapsed and yelled towards the sky.

"It's all fake, it's all fake."

“I will never, ever, ever play scratch tickets again!!!”

Before anyone could smile with relief, Zhang Wei's eyes rolled back and he fell straight down again.

"Zhang Wei!"

"Zhang Wei!!"

"Zhang Wei!!!"

(End of this chapter)