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Didn't they promise a guaranteed win of 300,000 yuan on a scratch-off lottery?

The task rewards are clearly stated!

You've won a guaranteed 300,000 yuan scratch-off lottery ticket. Please go to any lottery shop today to buy it; you're guaranteed to win!

He made a bet with people with great confidence, made such a big show of it, and even posted notices promising to help, but in the end, all nine numbers he got were wrong.

The last coating is only the size of a fingernail. Do you really expect to turn things around with just this small piece? How low is the probability?

He's in the top three in math in his grade; he can figure that out with a quick mental calculation. For any normal person, such expectations would be utterly absurd.

But Zhang Yifan took a deep breath.

This system is truly a drama queen, with bizarre thought processes, outrageous task descriptions, and utterly wrong time positioning.

But there's one thing it's never wrong about: the rewards it gives are always real.

Zhang Yifan gripped the scraper tightly.

Seeing that he still wanted to scratch, the middle-aged man laughed even harder, then turned to the lottery players in the shop and shouted:

"Look, look, still not giving up! There's only one left and they still want to turn the tables. They won't shed a tear until they're about to die."

"Fine, I'll let you finish scraping, so you can die knowing why. Go ahead and scrape, I'm watching, everyone's watching."

Zhang Yifan looked up at him.

That glance held no anger, no panic, and none of the embarrassment a young person feels when being publicly reprimanded by an elder.

The calmness in his eyes made the middle-aged man's laughter pause abruptly.

Then he lowered his head, aimed the scraper at the last coating, and moved without any hesitation.

It's been scraped open.

Silver-gray debris fell softly, revealing the last number.

Below that number, there was a line of small, eye-catching text.

It wasn't "Thank you for participating," it wasn't "five yuan," it wasn't "ten yuan," but a number that would make you doubt your eyes—

50,000.00 yuan.

The lottery shop was silent for about three seconds.

In those three seconds, everyone was doing the same thing.

I stared wide-eyed, opened my mouth wide, stretched my neck forward, and stared intently at the last scratch on the lottery ticket, making sure I wasn't seeing things.

But no one spoke, because no one dared to believe what they were seeing.

Three seconds later, Zong Wen was the first to shout out.

"Three to three hundred thousand!!"

His voice was already loud, and this shout went straight through the lottery shop, making the lottery flyers on the counter shake.

He grabbed Zhang Yifan's shoulder and jumped up like he was on a spring, his expression a mixture of ecstasy and unreality, a stark contrast to his expression when he found a steel wool ball in his food at the cafeteria at noon.

"You really won!! Three hundred thousand!! Three hundred thousand!!"

Zhang Yifan looked down at the scratch card, his fingers still holding the scratcher, and his expression became very calm at that moment.

The system's rewards are real.

That "guaranteed to win 300,000 yuan" scratch-off ticket had completed its mission at that moment, lying steadily in his palm.

The line 300,000 yuan on the paper was crystal clear. He slowly exhaled, feeling his heart belatedly pound against his chest.

Although he had repeatedly said he "trusted the system," his hands still trembled slightly when those words actually appeared before his eyes.

It's not about the 300,000 itself, but because it proves one thing: whatever the system says, no matter how outrageous, will come true.

The other onlookers finally snapped out of their shock.

The air in the lottery shop went from deathly still to boiling over.

"Holy crap! I really won?! It really is 300,000? Am I seeing things?"

"Three hundred thousand! A genuine three hundred thousand!"

"I saw him get his shaved! He just bought it from this store! He said it was a sure win when he bought it!"

"This high school student is unbelievable! He won 300,000 yuan on a ten-yuan scratch-off ticket? What kind of luck is that?"

"Who just said they'd eat the lottery ticket if they won? Come on, I'll go buy you some soy sauce, you can dip it in!"

The crowd that had been waiting to see Zhang Yifan make a fool of himself was now completely surrounding him.

Some people took out their phones to take pictures and post them on WeChat Moments, some craned their necks to see what the grand prize looked like, and some pulled the people next to them to say frantically, "I just said this young man has a lucky face."

The middle-aged man in overalls was standing on the outermost edge of the crowd.

His face went from rosy and smug to deathly pale, his lips trembled, and his eyes were fixed on the scratch card, as if waiting for the illusion to shatter.

He took a half step back, his back hitting the wall, and his paint-splattered work clothes smeared dust all over the wall.

"No...it's impossible..."

His voice was several decibels softer than before.

"A scratch-off lottery ticket... my first time buying one... how is that possible... I've been buying them for over ten years and never..."

He couldn't continue speaking.

For over a decade, he never won a single prize. He knew all the trend charts by heart. The biggest prize he ever won was 500 yuan, which he used to treat his coworkers to drinks. Then his wife punished him by making him kneel on a washboard for half the night.

The high school student in front of him, on his first visit, scratched out numbers that the student hadn't seen in over a decade.

Zhang Yifan stood up and handed the scratch-off lottery ticket to the lottery shop owner.

"Boss, could you please confirm the prize redemption process?"

The shop owner took the scratch-off lottery ticket with both hands, put on his reading glasses, and examined it several times, looking as serious as if he were appraising a treasure.

He took a deep breath and addressed everyone in a tone as if announcing something momentous:

"Confirmed by our store, the grand prize of 300,000 yuan is genuine and valid! Congratulations to this young student! Our store has awarded a grand prize of 300,000 yuan! This is the largest denomination scratch-off grand prize we have awarded this year!"

He grinned from ear to ear, as if he were the one who had won the lottery.

A lottery shop that produces a big winner, will it still have to worry about business in the future?

"Let me write down the prize redemption process for you. To claim the grand prize of a scratch-off lottery ticket, you need to go to the municipal lottery center with your ID card. After taxes, you'll receive 240,000 yuan. Young man, you're really lucky! Congratulations!"

Zhang Yifan put away the prize redemption instructions and turned to look at the crowd.

The onlookers automatically made way for him, and at the end of the way, the middle-aged man stood stiffly in place, his face turning red and white in turns, and beads of sweat were already seeping from his forehead.

"Uncle."

Zhang Yifan stepped forward. The middle-aged man subconsciously took a half step back, his eyes darting away, unable to look him in the eye.

"Does the bet from earlier still stand? Pay the taxes."

Zhang Yifan wasn't really concerned about the money; he just wanted to see if the person would keep their promise.

The lottery shop owner and the onlookers all turned to look at the middle-aged man, their eyes filled with anticipation for a good show.

You were making such a fuss just now, but now you've messed up. Let's see what you're going to do about it.

The middle-aged man's face flushed red, his lips trembled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "It's a promise! I, Old Zhou, never go back on my word! After taxes, you'll have 240,000 yuan. The shortfall of 60,000... I'll make it up to you!"

He said this in a rather firm tone, probably because he had resigned himself to his fate.

Zhang Yifan waved his hand.