Chapter 271 Grand Prize
Time passed, and it was already early May.

Almost half of the second semester of the second year of high school has passed, and the third year of high school is just around the corner.

We are all sophomores in high school. At times like this, those who work hard will work harder, and those who feel depressed will feel even more depressed. Those who like to play games will climb over the wall during self-study classes, and those who love to read martial arts novels will read them all day long with fascination. Those who have girlfriends are lucky at this time of year, because it is no longer cold outside at night, and they feel fulfilled just by hiding in the woods every day.

Unlike other students who were either panicked, nervous, or confused and played all day, Chu Jian had quietly pushed her self-study courses to the second semester of her senior year. Every time she went to the office to ask the teacher of Class 156 for help, the teacher didn't know what to say when she saw that she asked questions about topics beyond the senior year's syllabus.

During a break in the afternoon, Chu Jian asked the math teacher a question about a sequence. On his way back, he met Lin Zihao, Huo Xiaoguang and a group of high school boys who were gathered at the door of Class 156. They were looking for Wang Xiaokai. When they were in Jinping Mining Area, the conflict between Huo Xiaoguang and Wang Xiaokai had not yet passed. At that time, he threatened to teach Wang Xiaokai a lesson when he returned to the city.

Without Zhang Yunqi, there was no backbone, so the situation was predictable. Although Li Yufei stood up to persuade him, Huo Xiaoguang was still holding back his anger and slapped Wang Xiaokai in front of the whole class of Class 156. Then the two of them started fighting. Wang Xiaokai, who was not inferior in momentum but short in stature, suffered a lot. In the end, Lin Zihao, who was worried that things would get out of hand, pulled Huo Xiaoguang away. He saw Chu Jian.

The first meeting was very direct, and he turned around to report to Wang Mingzhen.

When Wang Mingzhen hurried over, Huo Xiaoguang and his group had already left, so he called Wang Xiaokai, Tian Zhuangzhuang and Yang Wei into the office.

This incident made everyone somewhat uncomfortable. The classroom was dead silent. When Chu Jian returned to his seat, he subconsciously looked at the empty space behind him. For some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart. When he opened the textbook to read, time seemed to become longer.

After the last self-study class, school was over.

In the evening, she had to attend self-study classes. In order to save time, Chu Jian never went home for dinner. Her classmates left the classroom in twos and threes, carrying their schoolbags and chatting. Chu Jian was still reading in her seat, but she didn't read for long when she heard someone outside the classroom calling, "Sister Chu Jian."

Chu Jian turned his head and saw Chunlan appearing at the door: "What's the matter? Chunlan."

Chunlan ran in, and seeing Chujian's expression, she said in surprise, "You don't know yet? About the lottery."

I didn’t understand at first: “What lottery?”

Chunlan immediately smiled and said, "Your father and I scratched the lottery ticket at Xiling Square today, and your father won the special prize, 8 yuan plus a Santana! Haha... I heard that your father took a big red flower and paraded around the city for three hours. It was really glorious."

He was visibly stunned when he first saw her.

His expression doesn't show whether he's happy or unhappy.

There were still some students who hadn't left the classroom. After hearing this, several close friends came over to join in the fun. When a classmate's parents won the lottery, not only did these ordinary students have the desire to gossip, but it was also a hot news worth gossiping about in the streets of Jiangchuan City. They said in a tone of surprise or envy, "Your father won the lottery!", "You are so lucky!", "I see you are going to be a rich girl, don't forget us poor classmates." and other such jokes.

When I first met him, I couldn't answer a single word.

Chunlan took Chujian's hand and said, "Let's go home."

After leaving the classroom, the two girls went out of the school gate and arrived at Chu Jian's home. The shabby yard was already crowded with people. Firecrackers were set off at the door, and layers of firecracker paper turned the muddy road into a festive red. The air was also mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder. Among the people who came, in addition to Chunlan's parents, there were also many friends from Hongshan Lane who had very little interaction with Chu Jian's family and basically had no contact with them. Some of them, Chu Jian didn't even know their names.

The atmosphere was joyful.

The yard was very lively and festive.

Chu Dapeng's face was flushed and he wore a big red flower on his chest.

All those friends he had made in the past complimented him, saying that he was lucky and would make a fortune. Moreover, his wife now had a proper job, his daughter was obedient and had good grades, and his family was harmonious. It was really a turn of events! Their Chu family was going to be prosperous!

Facing such a scene, Chu Jian didn't know what to feel. She put her schoolbag down and quietly went to the courtyard stove to pick up dry firewood, boil water, and make tea for the guests. With such a big event at home, they naturally had to buy a lot of delicious dishes to entertain the guests, including chicken, duck, fish and meat. While relatives and friends were chatting with Chu Dapeng, Jiang Feng and Zhang Ma, who helped, quickly prepared a sumptuous dinner.

There were too many people, and the small house could not accommodate them all. The weather was a little hot, so everyone had dinner in the small courtyard. Chujian did not sit at the table. She and Chunlan took Xiaoxiao and Chuxin to eat together on benches under the locust tree in front of the courtyard. The sun had already set, the sky was getting dark, and the grass was turning golden. In the warm light, the little girl who was gnawing on a chicken leg had greasy marks on her face, and her smile was completely different from the simple and pure smile in the courtyard.

In the yard, several old men were drinking and chatting at the table. There was a fellow who used to hang out and gamble with Chu Dapeng. He was in his forties, but they had less contact later. Chu saw him and remembered that his name was Wang Liguo. He hadn't been to her house for two years. Today, he was very enthusiastic. He filled a glass of white wine for Chu Dapeng and said excitedly, "Brother Peng, tomorrow you go to the Sports Lottery Center to cash in your Santana and your prize money. What are you going to do with the money?"

Chu Dapeng drank the liquor in one gulp, feeling happy and relieved: "Needless to say, of course it's business, money makes money, you can't just sit back and eat all the money you have."

"In my opinion, it's better to build a two-story building, or just buy a house, and put the remaining money in the bank for your daughter's college expenses." Old man Zhang said frankly: "It's not convenient for your family of four to live in such a small house, and doing business is unreliable and risky. It's great that the job arranged by the cannery is stable. We ordinary people should not think about those empty things."

"Brother Zhang, you have an old-fashioned mindset." Chu Dapeng didn't listen to what the old man said at all: "Do you know a super rich man in our country named Mou Zhongzhi? He started with 300 yuan, did business with the Russians, exchanged canned food for four large aircraft, and made million yuan. Damn, this deal is really awesome! I have already figured it out. Now the Russians are short of supplies and full of business opportunities. Many people go there to pan for gold. You can earn a Mercedes-Benz in a week! By then, don't worry about the two-story house. I want my daughter to live in a big villa, go to the United States to study abroad, and then come back to serve the country as an overseas returnee!"

"Dapeng, don't be so confused." Old man Zhang was anxious, but he couldn't say some things too clearly, for fear that it would seem like he was jealous of him winning the lottery. Hey! How could Dapeng's temperament change so quickly? After winning the lottery, he didn't know where he was floating, and he just said some empty words: "You want to do business, so you don't want to work in the cannery?"

Chu Dapeng put a piece of chicken in his mouth and chewed it, saying: "Why work? The salary is not enough. Now that our country is in such a good year, as long as you have the capital, there is nothing better than working."

Wang Liguo also continued to speak vividly: "Brother Peng, I think your business is very reliable. You can sell the goods to the Russians and make a lot of money from the price difference. This is a good idea, very stable! Brother Peng, I happen to have nothing to do here. How about I follow you, you be the boss, and I will help you and be a hanger-on?"

Chu Dapeng was feeling a little dizzy. He glanced at Wang Liguo, who was smiling, with his drunken eyes. He was about to speak when the sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from outside the door.

Chunlan, who was eating at the door, called out, "Brother! You're here."

When Chu Dapeng saw that the person coming was Zhang Yunfeng, he immediately stood up and waved with a smile: "Oh, my nephew is here. What a coincidence, let's have dinner together... Wife, go get a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Zhang Yunfeng parked his motorcycle, walked into the yard and glanced at Zhang's parents, then turned to look at Chu Dapeng, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated: "Well, Uncle Dapeng, I've eaten, I'm not hungry, come with me, I have something to say to you."

Chu Dapeng was already drunk and dizzy: "What's the matter, nephew? After dinner, come over and have a drink with your dad. We can talk at the table."

Zhang Yunfeng walked over and handed out cigarettes to everyone before saying to Chu Dapeng, "Uncle Dapeng, I have something urgent to discuss with you. Let's talk about it later after drinking."

Old man Zhang saw that the eldest son Yunfeng had something private to discuss with Chu Dapeng, so he urged him, "Dapeng, just go for a while. It's the same if you drink after the discussion."

Chu Dapeng then stood up and followed Zhang Yunfeng to the outside of the yard. The two walked a hundred meters and found a secluded corner. Zhang Yunfeng stopped. Chu Dapeng lost his patience and said, "Nephew, what's the matter? You are so mysterious."

Zhang Yunfeng gave Chu Dapeng a Furongwang cigarette and lit one for himself before saying, "Uncle Dapeng, tell me the truth, what happened to your lottery ticket?"

Chu Dapeng was a little confused: "What's going on? I won the prize."

Zhang Yunfeng dusted off his cigarette ash and asked, "Did you really get hit?"

Chu Dapeng's eyes widened immediately: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhang Yunfeng said, "I got home after finishing my work and received a call from the Jiangchuan Sports Lottery Center. Uncle Dapeng, this is the number you left for them after you won the lottery, right? They told me on the phone that your winning ticket is void and you won't get a penny of the prize money."

Zhang Yunfeng knew that Chu Dapeng was a gambler in the past. Seeing Chu Dapeng's face suddenly turn pale, he said, "The Sports Lottery Center also warned that the winning lottery ticket you got is fake, and you forged it! Now they have sent it to the Provincial Sports Lottery Center for identification. If the evidence is conclusive, you may also be held criminally responsible!"

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(End of this chapter)