Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 702 From Heaven to Hell

A few minutes later, with everything ready, Zhang Wei and Zi Qiao finally began their mystical lottery scratching game.

Zhang Wei held up his ID card and gave Zi Qiao an example: "This time, we need to take out our ID cards to scratch the lottery tickets, and say 'May wealth roll in' as we scratch, so that good fortune can find us."

"Remember, you must scrape horizontally; this is called 'windfall wealth'."

"Are you sure this will work?"

Ziqiao frowned: "I have a feeling that if we use our two unlucky IDs to scratch for lottery tickets, we'll just end up broke."

"Don't talk nonsense about the truth."

Zhang Wei patted Zi Qiao on the shoulder: "There's a saying that goes, 'The outcome is uncertain, and we could both be dark horses.'"

"Ziqiao, you must have confidence in your future. A prosperous life is just around the corner, waving and cheering us on."

"Hmm, that sounds reasonable."

Ziqiao's lips twitched slightly: "But it's really hard for me to believe that someone who just missed out on a 100,000 yuan prize is saying these things to me."

Perhaps Ziqiao's words struck a nerve with Zhang Wei, who unusually snapped, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and scrape! If we delay any longer, we'll miss the auspicious time!"

"oh!"

At this moment, Zhang Wei had carefully divided the scratch cards on the coffee table into two sets. Zhang Wei chose one set, while Zi Qiao took the other set.

If Zhang Wei's unlucky attribute of "always making the wrong choice" is true, then the probability of winning with the twenty-five scratch-off tickets that Zi Qiao currently holds will be significantly higher than the scratch-off tickets that Zhang Wei holds.

"Just a friendly reminder, normally the prize money for scratch-off tickets is only half of the total value."

Nanfeng said, "In other words, if the two of you together can't even win 250 yuan, then it proves that all your efforts in feudal superstition have been completely useless."

Although Zhang Wei wasn't entirely confident, he still forced a smile and said, "We'll prove to you that we can have good luck too."

"Ziqiao, scrape!"

The two then started scratching lottery tickets with their ID cards, muttering, "May wealth flow in, may wealth flow in..."

Upon seeing this, Yu Mo felt a chill run down her spine. She gasped and asked, "Why do I feel like they're not scratching a lottery ticket, but rather performing a bizarre cult ritual?"

Nanfeng sighed: "People who only think about getting rich quick through lottery tickets are practically possessed."

"Oh, I think this is quite interesting."

Yifei smiled nonchalantly, took out her phone, and started recording Ziqiao and Zhang Wei, who were eager to get rich quick: "Ziqiao, Zhang Wei, good luck!"

"If you two don't win the grand prize today, I'll blur out the details of this video and use it as material for my class meeting to warn my students to stay away from feudal superstitions and never become addicted to gambling."

She said with a smile, "If your experiences can help those naive college students, then you've done a great service."

"cut!"

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao and Zhang Wei gritted their teeth and exchanged a glance, knowing that this time they could only win and not lose.

Only winning a big prize can prove that their efforts were worthwhile; otherwise, their shameful behavior will be ridiculed by everyone for the rest of their lives.

So the two of them scratched the lottery tickets even harder.

……

Half an hour later, Zhang Wei and Zi Qiao, having scratched all fifty scratch-off tickets, collapsed on the spot, their eyes glazed over, utterly dejected.

"Fifty scratch-off tickets totaling 500 yuan, with a prize of 290 yuan."

Nanfeng said with a smile, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems your mystical lottery scratch-off method is really... completely useless."

"Oh dear~~~"

Nanfeng, Yumo, and Yifei sighed with glee, their faces full of schadenfreude.

"That shouldn't be the case."

Ziqiao was starting to question his life: "My relationship with Second Master is so close, why doesn't he protect me?"

Yu Mo thought to herself, "Isn't it normal that Guan Yu doesn't protect you? If I were Guan Yu, I would want to chop you up with a knife."

Why?

Ziqiao suddenly turned his head to look at Yumo.

Yu Mo blinked: "What's the name of your latest alt account?"

"Lu Meng."

"Yes, Lü Meng."

Yu Mo smiled and said, "Whether your 'Meng' is the same as 'Lu Meng' or the same as 'Meng Pian', if it were me, I definitely wouldn't let you off the hook."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and made a chopping motion: "Back then, Lü Meng beheaded Guan Yu. If I were Guan Yu, I would have cut off your head as well."

"Oh my god."

Ziqiao suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He quickly covered his neck and said, "I knew it! Everything's been going wrong lately. Even drinking cold water is a struggle."

"No, it seems I need to change my alternate account name."

He looked up at Yu Mo and the other two: "What do you think about me changing my alternate account name to Lü Buwei?"

"That's not important."

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

Nanfeng also advised, "You two should face reality. Feudal superstition is unacceptable, and being addicted to gambling is even more unacceptable."

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

"No!"

Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and stubbornly protested, "We still have a chance!"

"Zhang Wei, are you still sleepwalking?"

Nanfeng pointed to the empty scratch-off lottery tickets on the coffee table: "All fifty winning tickets are here, and the ones that didn't win were burned. What chance do you have left?"

Zhang Wei fell into a deathly silence.

Just as Nanfeng thought Zhang Wei had given up and was about to go over to comfort him, Zhang Wei suddenly let out a wild and triumphant laugh.

"Some people are destined to make a comeback from near-death, turning the tide against all odds. The auspicious time hasn't passed yet, so let me make this magnificent reversal happen!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he slowly reached his hand into his... armpit, and then suddenly pulled.

"what!"

Zhang Wei collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

Nanfeng, Yumo, Yifei, and Ziqiao frowned deeply as they looked at the dark tuft of hair in Zhang Wei's hand.

Zhang Wei couldn't be...

Did you pluck out a tuft of your own armpit hair?

"hiss……"

When Nanfeng and the others thought of this, they felt the same way as Zhang Wei, their faces contorted with emotion.

They gasped, covered their eyes with their hands, and uttered disgusted and disdainful glares.

"Alas……"

"It's not over yet!"

Zhang Wei struggled to pull out two scratch-off lottery tickets that should have been tucked under his arm: "These two tickets can finally come in handy now."

He slowly sat up and said with a do-or-die attitude, "I've become one with these two scratch-off tickets, inseparable from them."

"My wish is their wish, and this time I will definitely pull off this magnificent comeback!"

"Here you go, Ziqiao, I'll give you one!"

"No, no, I can't accept that."

Ziqiao stared intently at the scratch-off lottery tickets Zhang Wei handed him, unaware of how long those tickets had been tucked under Zhang Wei's arm.

Looking into Zhang Wei's bloodshot eyes, and seeing Zhang Wei so obsessed, Zi Qiao, who had originally wanted to get rich through gambling, suddenly sobered up.

He originally thought that scratch-off lottery tickets, which cost five or ten yuan each, were just a matter of luck, and if he didn't win, so be it.

Looking at Zhang Wei now, how is he any different from those gamblers with bloodshot eyes he encountered when he was in the underworld?

Those who win want to win again, and those who lose just want to turn the tables.

The money lost from scratch-off lottery tickets is a minor issue; what's truly serious is the corruption of a person's values ​​caused by the idea that gambling can lead to overnight riches.

Ziqiao turned to look at Nanfeng, Yumo, and Yifei, his expression solemn, and said, "I suddenly feel that the idea of ​​getting rich overnight through gambling is just something to think about, and buying one or two bets occasionally is fine."

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

"If I were to abandon my evil ways and side with you now, would it be too late?"

"You should have abandoned darkness and embraced the light long ago."

Yifei patted Ziqiao on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Handsome boy, you've come to your senses. I have high hopes for you."

"Hmph, traitor!"

Zhang Wei said disdainfully, "It's fine if you don't want it, then the big prize is mine."

Nanfeng advised, "Zhang Wei, look at Ziqiao, he's seen the error of his ways now, so don't be so obsessed."

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

As Zhang Wei spoke, he began vigorously scraping off the remaining scratch-off lottery tickets he had from yesterday with his ID card, repeatedly chanting, "May wealth flow in, may wealth flow in..."

May wealth flow in...

Zhang Wei froze instantly, his pupils dilated involuntarily, and he fell into a daze.

Snapped!

A muffled thud came from Zhang Wei's hand; he had crushed his ID card in his own hand.

"I won! I won! I won!"

With red eyes, Zhang Wei shouted with ecstatic joy, "Look! Look!"

"One hundred thousand yuan! One hundred thousand yuan!!"

"I told you I could win the grand prize!!!"

"One hundred thousand?!"

Everyone was shocked to hear this; they really hadn't expected Zhang Wei to actually pull off such a spectacular comeback.

Could it be... that Zhang Wei's luck is really about to change today?

Yifei couldn't help but lean closer to take a look, and the look of surprise on her face instantly fell.

She forcefully restrained the excited Zhang Wei and said, "Zhang Wei, please look carefully, where exactly did you win the lottery?"

Zhang Wei was stunned. Pointing in astonishment at the scratch-off lottery tickets on the coffee table, he exclaimed, "Look at these 36s and 36s! I've clearly won!"

"You've won the most ridiculous prize ever!"

Yifei helplessly picked up the scratch-off lottery ticket, pointed to the hole in it, and said, "This is because you scratched it too hard, and the winning numbers are all torn."

"The number 36 you see in the winning numbers 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, can you?"

She asked, puzzled, "I'm just curious, how obsessed do you have to be to scratch a scratch-off lottery ticket like this? The most outrageous thing is that you can't even tell the difference yourself?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei felt as if struck by lightning, as if thunder had exploded above his head, leaving him utterly stunned.

His frighteningly bright eyes instantly dimmed, and he slumped helplessly to the ground as if all his electricity had been drained.

Seeing this, Nanfeng, with the idea of ​​trying anything as a last resort, decisively delivered the fatal blow: "By the way, it takes fifteen working days and a processing fee of forty yuan to reissue an ID card."

"The prize money is 290 yuan, minus 40 yuan... that's exactly 250 yuan."

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

"After all, the number 250 is very much in line with your current state."

Nanfeng continued, "By the way, do I need to go to the police station in person on a weekday to apply for a replacement ID card?"

"In that case, Zhang Wei, you'll have to take a day off to reissue your ID card, which will deduct from your full attendance bonus and performance bonus... Zhang Wei, aren't you losing out?"

"Hehe, hehehehe..."

Zhang Wei was completely heartbroken. He gave a bitter smile and then screamed in despair towards the sky.

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

"I will never! Never! Never again play scratch-off lottery tickets!!!"

Before everyone could even smile with relief, Zhang Wei's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight down again.

"Zhang Wei!"

"Zhang Wei!!"

"Zhang Wei!!!"

(End of this chapter)