Fang Jueyu ultimately didn't open a back door for Cheng Kai. Good relationships were one thing; matters of principle were another. Anyway, with their abilities, plus Fang Jueyu's investment, having a decent wealth was just a matter of time.
"Old Ding's issues still need careful planning!" Fang Jueyu mused. Among the four people in their dorm, Ding Minghui was the most honest, but in this society, being honest wasn't always a good thing. Often, honest people were the ones being bullied.
Fu Zi's parents introduced her to a boyfriend with decent conditions. The other party would certainly try every way to make Ding Minghui lose all self-esteem and eventually bow out voluntarily.
But Fang Jueyu had seen Ding Minghui's feelings for Fu Zi. To visit her at her school, Ding Minghui often barely afforded food, sometimes relying on financial support from Fang Jueyu and the other two to hold out until the next month.
Of course, Fu Zi was a good girl; otherwise, Fang Jueyu wouldn't bother helping him. He didn't want anything like what happened with Jiang Yuan to happen to Ding Minghui. With Ding Minghui's personality, he probably couldn't handle such a blow.
"Little Ying, help me with something!" Fang Jueyu called Zhuang Ying and explained his plan in detail. Since Fu Zi's parents wanted to make things difficult for Ding Minghui, he had to let him shine and slap that competitor hard.
No one could just take away his brother's woman!
"Okay, young master, I'll get it done right away, and everything will be arranged by next Wednesday!"
"Thanks!" With Zhuang Ying's assurance, Fang Jueyu was relieved. By then, Fu Zi's parents and that so-called promising young man would be left stunned!
"By the way, it's almost 8 o'clock. The draw should be soon!" Fang Jueyu logged into his Weibo, where his lottery post had attracted a barrage of comments.
Five hundred phones, one sports car, with a total value over ten million yuan. Over ten million people were eyeing these grand prizes. Although the chances of such good luck were slim to none, people always had a glimmer of hope that maybe the pie would just fall on them.
At 8 PM, millions of people sat by their computers. Fang Jueyu opened the automated lottery system and pressed the start button. Instantly, a list of Weibo IDs appeared in the list of winners.
"Wow! I won, hahaha!" A young man emitted a squeal of laughter like a pig being slain in front of his computer at home. Although it was just an iPhone 11, given that over ten million participated, being one of the 500 winners was quite a stroke of luck.
"What's all the noise about? Did you find money?" came the voice of a middle-aged woman from outside the room.
As the saying goes, it's joy for some and sorrow for others. Those who won spread the word everywhere, boasting, while those who didn't wore long faces. Even though most people didn't win, they didn't expect much at the start, but seeing the lucky ones still evoked a bit of jealousy. After all, the essence of humans is the essence of lemons.
"I've participated in 127 Weibo lotteries and haven't won anything. Am I a lottery repellent?"
"Dude upstairs, you're bragging with just 127 tries? I've tried over 300 times and haven't won. Have I said anything?"
"You two rookies, I've entered over 500 lotteries of all sizes and have never even won a 'try again' on a drink cap. Can you both just zip it?"
"Hahaha! Fang Jueyu, I won your phone!" Guo Xinyu sent a screenshot.
"What's there to be excited about? With your status, buying an iPhone 11 isn't a big deal?" Fang Jueyu replied, knowing that top-tier influencers with millions of followers had annual platform contract fees in seven figures or more.
"It's not the same!" Guo Xinyu sent a smug sticker. "I won this with my skills. Can't I show off a bit? I'm a lucky charm, and maybe I'll win whatever you draw in the future too!"
"If that's the case, I might as well keep you as my lucky star!" Fang Jueyu teased.
"Hmph, not just anyone can keep me!" Guo Xinyu pouted. She seemed to have become immune to Fang Jueyu's occasionally outrageous comments.
All 500 lucky winners had been announced. Next was the Lamborghini Gallardo, the car that made millions jealous. Winning it, even if not driven, could be sold for nearly five million yuan—a sum most people couldn't accumulate in a lifetime!
Ying Liangliang was a struggling online writer, slogging through monotonous writing work daily. The nine-to-ten grind had become his lifestyle. Living in Jiangnan City, a city with relatively high living costs, he had a paltry salary, no house, and no partner.
Recently, he stumbled across Fang Jueyu's Weibo. Though a homebody, he needed creative inspiration. His current novel depicted the life of a godly tycoon, and recent events orchestrated by Fang Jueyu gave him plenty of ideas, significantly boosting subscriptions recently.
Last night, with a just-for-fun attitude, he clicked to join the lottery, not expecting to win, just trying his luck. As expected, among the 500 phones, he found himself having zero luck. But as he was about to close Weibo and return to writing, a direct message popped up.
"Congratulations, lucky user! You've won a Lamborghini Gallardo in this lottery. Please contact our staff soon for prize arrangements!"
"What's this?" Ying Liangliang thought he was seeing things from too much writing. He never dreamed of hitting the jackpot. Even winning a phone would've been like stepping in dog poop luck.
He checked his redemption code. The lottery platform had already published the final prize redemption code!
"115487," he looked again at his redemption code, "115487! It's the same, exactly the same!"
Ying Liangliang's first thought was he'd been struck by a meteor. The one-in-over-ten-million chance had landed on him! That was a luxury car worth five million—an unimaginable dream for most!
He was breathless, even his blood pressure rose. The dizziness almost overwhelmed him. Only those who've experienced such luck could understand the disbelief at that moment.
For Ying Liangliang, the car felt somewhat unreal. Even if he was given a car, he had to afford its upkeep. "Could you ask Dean Fang if the car can be exchanged for an equivalent cash prize?"
Ying Liangliang tentatively sent a message to the backstage. If nothing else worked, he planned to sell the car directly.
"Huh? Doesn't want the car, prefers cash?" Fang Jueyu saw the message. "That's fine, there's not much difference anyway. Could you ask for his bank account? I can transfer the money to him now!"
"Really?" Words couldn't describe Ying Liangliang's excitement. He sent his bank account number with trembling hands. Five minutes later, he received a text message.
"Your account ending in 2754 at XX Bank has been credited with 5,000,000.00 yuan."
"One, two, three, four, five, six—six zeros! It's really five million!" Ying Liangliang felt like he was dreaming.
"What the heck! With five million, why would I continue writing books?"
Ying Liangliang immediately opened his author backend and wrote in the novel "Star Blood Song"'s new chapter:
Lin Xi looked at himself in the mirror this morning and suddenly thought, "How am I so handsome?" He was dazzled by his own handsomeness! (The End)