The surrounding crowd burst into excitement.
Boss Zhao, however, remained unsatisfied, gazing at the raffle box.
Finally, he left with a cash prize of one thousand yuan.
Li Jingsheng stayed with Boss Zhao the whole time, secretly thinking that seasoned veterans always gain some advantage in this world.
After Boss Zhao and Li Jingsheng walked away, Boss Zhao couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, if my hand wasn't so thick and a bit short, I would've definitely gotten the first prize. Getting the third prize is better than nothing!"
"Does the first prize know you? Can you get it just by wanting to?"
Li Jingsheng stood nearby and noticed a bit of the trick, though he wasn't entirely sure.
Boss Zhao just gave a mysterious smile, "Don't underestimate it; the first prize always picks lucky folks like me. Brother Li, are you staying here for reconnaissance or what? I have things to attend to at the clinic, so I'll be off first."
"I'm heading back too."
