novelraw Chapter 72 – I really didn't mean that
Chapter 72 – I really didn't mean that
The second round of the lottery quickly came to an end!
The number of white balls in the box kept decreasing, and so did the number of people in line.
There were a total of 2,000 participants in this lottery. After the first round, nearly a thousand people remained for the second paid round.
Among these thousand people, only about 300 chose to line up again for the third paid round.
Of course, it wasn't that all seven hundred of them managed to overcome their desires; most of them went bankrupt on the spot and couldn't continue.
Some left in tears, while others ran out to borrow Contribution Points from friends.
Qin Yu had placed a total of 100,000 white balls in the box. Over 3,000 were drawn in the first round, and about 5,000 in the second, with an average spending of 50 Contribution Points per person.
Many of the participants were servant disciples with few Contribution Points, declaring bankruptcy after just one or two draws.
Seeing only 300 people left in line, Qin Yu regretted limiting the number of participants to 2,000.
He had overestimated the wealth of these disciples; even the Outer Sect Disciples didn't have much money.
"With so few people, it's unlikely anyone will draw a yellow ball today," Qin Yu sighed.
There were still nearly 90,000 white balls in the box, and the odds remained low.
Moreover, the atmosphere on site was a bit off.
As the saying goes, "The onlooker sees more of the game."
Those deeply engrossed in the lottery might not have noticed anything amiss, but the onlookers had started to suspect something.
"So many white balls have been drawn already, yet it feels like there are still so many left."
"How many white balls are actually in that box?"
"I don't know, maybe there are 10,000 balls in there!"
"I think there might be even more, maybe 20,000!"
"A one in 20,000 chance is a bit too low. Only someone really unscrupulous would do that. It can't be that many, probably around 10,000."
"But a one in 10,000 chance is still pretty low!"
"Damn, I knew that mysterious organization couldn't just suddenly be kind-hearted, giving benefits to families. Turns out it's just a trap!"
"We can't trust their nonsense anymore!"
"There shouldn't be many white balls left in the box. The yellow ball should appear soon. I wonder who will end up with it."
"Even if it's a trap, whoever draws that yellow ball will strike it rich!"
"Ah, if only I could join now."
"Haha, you're dreaming. If you join now, those who've been drawing would go crazy!"
Hearing the discussions, the 300 people in line were filled with fighting spirit.
The battle had entered its final stage, and the ultimate victor would emerge from among them.
"Old Wang, how many Contribution Points do you have left?" someone in the crowd asked a person in line.
The person called Old Wang smiled, "I can draw three more times. If I don't get it, so be it."
"Three times is too few. Here, I'll give you 30 more Contribution Points. You can draw six times. If you win, we'll split the profit. If not, I'll just consider myself unlucky. How about it?"
"Deal!"
Qin Yu glanced at this person, thinking to himself, "Quite advanced! Even in the Cultivation World, people have learned to invest?"
"Well, that's good. I was worried I wouldn't earn your Contribution Points. You're handing them over willingly, so I won't be polite!"
"Hehehe..."
This person set a good example, and others quickly followed suit.
"Old Zhao, need Contribution Points? How about we team up?"
"You're Little Wang, right? Can I partner with you?"
...
A new round began!
Qin Yu addressed the crowd, "Everyone, I'm adding another benefit for the family!"
"If no one wins the yellow ball by the end of the event, the ten Xuantian Tokens will go to the person who draws the most."
With this move, Qin Yu could empty their pockets.
It was like an auction!
But in an auction, you bid first, and only the highest bidder pays in the end.
Here, Qin Yu's method was similar, but each bid required payment, and regardless of whether you won the token or not, there were no refunds.
However, with Qin Yu, each bid had a chance to win the item, albeit with low odds.
"Let's get competitive, family!"
"How many white balls are in this box?" someone asked.
Qin Yu replied, "I don't know either. This box was given to me by the boss. I'm just the worker."
In other words: don't blame me when you lose everything!
"Alright, everyone, let's begin!"
Wang Kaiming stood resolutely in front of Qin Yu.
"This time, I'm drawing ten times!" Wang Kaiming declared boldly.
Qin Yu dug at his ear, "Drawing ten times is drawing ten times. Why shout so loud? People might think you're going to fight ten people!"
"Pay the Contribution Points and draw!"
Wang Kaiming reached into the wooden box, stirring clockwise three times and counterclockwise three times, muttering under his breath.
This scene was quite intimidating.
"Hey, brother, what are you doing?" someone in the crowd asked curiously.
"This is a spell from my family to enhance luck, asking for the ancestors' blessing."
"Watch me draw the yellow ball!"
Qin Yu snickered internally, thinking, "If you draw it so quickly, I'll..."
Qin Yu paused, seeing Wang Kaiming open his hand to reveal ten white balls lying quietly.
Qin Yu continued in his mind, "If you draw it so quickly, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it!"
"No!"
Seeing the ten white balls, Wang Kaiming spread his hands, fell to his knees, and shouted to the sky:
"No!"
"I still end up with nothing!"
In Qin Yu's mind, a familiar tune played.
[Snowflakes fluttering~ North wind howling~]
Qin Yu helped Wang Kaiming up, comforting him, "Family, you're not left with nothing."
"After being an Outer Sect Disciple for so many years, you must have your own weapons and accumulated quite a few elixirs, unlike those servant disciples who've only been here for half a year..."
"I understand!"
Wang Kaiming regained his spirit.
"I'll go sell my weapons and elixirs right now, hahaha, the yellow ball is definitely mine!"
"Hey! That's not what I meant!"
"Oh no, this kid's gone mad!"
Qin Yu watched as Wang Kaiming squeezed through the crowd and quickly disappeared, swallowing the words he wanted to say.
"I really didn't mean that!"
"I just wanted to tell him that he's already much better off than most servant disciples, no need to be so sad."
"Who would've thought he'd... sigh!"
Qin Yu sighed softly, recalling his own thirty consecutive losses to suppress the smile creeping onto his face.