The boss took the card and checked it, his eyes widened, and finally he slapped his thigh: "You really hit the mark! Girl, you are so lucky! Did you bring your ID card? You can claim your prize now!"
The process of redeeming the prize was smoother than expected. After deducting taxes, 180,000 yuan was steadily credited to Yang Chaoyue's bank card. When she walked out of the lottery station, she touched her mobile phone in her pocket, and the bank text message alert was still vibrating.
The sun was shining warmly on my body. The problem of me being out of breath after walking a few steps had disappeared, and even my breathing became smoother. Yang Chaoyue raised his head and looked at the golden dome of Yueshan Temple, and suddenly understood - Zhenjun's words of "accurate" really meant both things.
