The first thousand one hundred and eighty-one chapters eat at ease award
Qiqi caught the first small ball, picked it up and looked at it. Three words were written on it with a black pen.
but……
Qiqi knows these words, but Qiqi doesn't know the words.
She looked at it, muttered something, and handed the ball to Ling Yuji, "Hey, uncle."
"okay."
Ling Yuji grinned and took the ball from Qiqi's hand.
Countless pairs of eyes in the audience followed the ball.
"Ahem..."
Ling Yuji cleared her throat, picked up the ball, turned it around in her hand, and saw the name on it.
He did not read the name directly, but leaned into Qiqi's ear and whispered something.
Qiqi pouted and thought for a moment, then nodded her head.
Then, Ling Yuji handed the microphone to Qiqi's mouth. Qiqi blinked her eyes and looked timidly at the heads below.
Although Qiqi is now much bolder and has a lively and cheerful personality, this is her first time speaking in front of so many people, so she is inevitably a little nervous.
The little guy's eyes drifted towards Lin Fan unconsciously.
Lin Fan smiled and gave Qiqi a thumbs up.
Qiqi suddenly felt a lot more at ease. She put her little mouth in front of the microphone and spoke slowly. Her milky voice spread to every corner of Yunjin Pavilion.
"Well... the first place, the third... the third prize... um... the winner is... Song... Song..."
Qiqi turned to look at Ling Yuji, "Uncle, what is Song? I forgot."
Everyone in the audience smiled kindly. It turned out that the little guy was so nervous that he forgot the name of the winner and only remembered the last name.
Several people named Song in the crowd were extremely nervous for a moment, their hearts were raised, and their palms were full of sweat.
Song is not a popular surname, so there shouldn't be many people present, right?
Thinking about it this way, the probability of winning seems to be much higher.
Ling Yuji laughed and leaned closer to remind him softly.
Qiqi nodded and continued to speak into the microphone: "Yes, Song Haihua."
Song Haihua?
Most of the people present were very unfamiliar with this name and started looking around.
There was a middle-aged man in the crowd wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Mediterranean hairstyle. He froze on the spot with a dull expression, blinking his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
"Hey, Lao Song, it's you, you won the prize!"
"Old Song, congratulations, I have to treat you later!"
Several people around Song Haihua cast envious glances at him.
"Yes, it's me?" Song Haihua pointed at himself.
Happiness comes too suddenly.
Some people were envious, while others' eyes flickered, as if they had other thoughts.
Of course, you definitely don't dare to take advantage of it by clever means, but if it's a voluntary transfer between you and me, then there's no problem.
There is nothing that 10 billion cannot solve. If there is, then another 10 billion will be needed!
Among the guests present in the hall, Song Haihua's wealth is not outstanding, only average, so there is still some room for maneuver to conquer him with money.
On the stage, after the first winner was announced, Qiqi once again put her little hand into the lottery box.
The audience quickly became quiet.
Everyone took their minds off their envy and looked over. Instead of envying others, it was better to pray for themselves.
So, under the gaze of countless pairs of fiery eyes, our lucky draw guest, Princess Qiqi, took out nine more balls from the lucky draw box and read out nine names.
At this point, all the third prizes have been drawn.
Those ten lucky people instantly became the envy and envy of others.
And they themselves were immersed in deep happiness and had simply reached the pinnacle of life.
At this time, Ling Yuji spoke again.
"Okay, the ten people drawn just now are the third prize, also called the safe eating award."
"How should I put it? It means that you won the third prize, which means that you have no chance of receiving the following rewards, so you can eat in peace."
After hearing this, the audience was silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
Yes, although it is a lucky thing to win the third prize, at the same time, you also lose the qualification to win the second prize or the first prize!
The third prize is so tempting, and the second and first prizes will be so amazing!
Thinking of this, those who originally envied the ten lottery winners changed their minds and even felt a little happy and gloating about their misfortune.
And the ten third prize winners were not upset.
There are a thousand people present. To be able to win the third prize is already smoke from the ancestral grave. As for the second prize and first prize, the number is definitely smaller, and the probability of winning is even lower. The hope is too small, and the tone is like that.
, it’s better to hold the third prize and go home happily.
What about the Safe to Eat Award?
It’s better than nothing!
Two kinds of people, two mentality.
This is also related to their respective situations.
Ling Yuji continued: "The next thing is the second prize."
"There are a total of five second prizes. The prize is a Yin Ming Death General with a heaven-reaching realm or an offensive super-ninth-grade martial art. Choose one of the two."
"Wow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience immediately became excited.
Even the ancient warrior who originally showed little interest in the third prize sat up straight in an instant, his eyes burning with blazing flames as he stared at Ling Yuji on the stage.
They are no strangers to the name of the Yin Ming Death General. It is said that Lin Fan has three Yin Ming Death Generals in the Dongxuan realm under his command. They can fight even against the strongest in the Dongxuan peak. They are absolute human weapons.
, extremely fierce, and the Yinming Death General in the realm of Tongtian, although he is not able to defeat the strong Dongxuan, he can basically be invincible under Dongxuan.
Even if the ancient warriors are like this, the wealthy people in the secular world are even more urgent. Having such a loyal and powerful bodyguard by your side is equivalent to having an extra life, which is more precious than any wealth.
Not to mention the rich men in the secular world who are jealous of such powerful bodyguards and generals, even ancient warriors are extremely eager for them.
If this prize attracts people from the secular world and ancient warriors from the cave, then the ninth-level martial arts skills have a fatal attraction for all ancient warriors.
For example, you originally only had a Xiaomi and a rifle, and suddenly they wanted to buy you a Gatling. What do you think?
For most people, they have only heard of super ninth-grade martial arts, and have never even seen it, let alone practicing it.
Ninth-level martial arts can make you invincible at the same level, and super-ninth-level martial arts have the power to defeat enemies beyond levels!
"Gudu!"
There were sounds of swallowing saliva.
Fiery gazes gathered on the stage.
The momentum displayed by many ancient warriors inadvertently caused the pressure on the stage to suddenly increase a lot.
Fortunately, Lin Fan waved his hand in time to disperse their momentum, otherwise Ling Yuji and Qiqi would have been affected.
"Um?"
Lin Fan looked back and snorted coldly.
He glanced around with his eyes as if they were real.
Many ancient warriors were instantly refreshed and quickly calmed down their momentum. They watched their noses and their hearts, not daring to make any more extreme moves.
They were too excited just now and couldn't control themselves for a while.
Fortunately, there were no bad consequences, otherwise...