"Let the celebratory confetti fly!"
"Sitting here waiting for the 1,000 mililiters!"
"Once these ten mililiters are gone, if he doesn't win, this is pretty much over."
"Even though God Xia gets 1,000 mililiters if he loses, why do I still hope for a miracle?"
"+1..."
The livestream chat was buzzing with noise.
Xia Liang rubbed his hands together and began to scratch the ticket. The first five rows he scratched off revealed all different symbols. This proved he hadn't won.
Beside him, Su Yi was already looking disappointed. She had started to feel bad for Xia Liang about the eight hundred thousand mililiters, because in her eyes, he wasn't the kind of person who would lie.
But Xia Liang showed no sign of disappointment at all. In fact, he looked even more eager to continue.
When he scratched off three matching crowns, the festive mood in the livestream chat abruptly ceased.
"Holy crap! Did he win?"
"He did, but we don't know for how much."
