Han Dong bet twenty times on the Double Color Ball lottery and won 120 million yuan.
The winning numbers were his ex-girlfriend's birthday.
That very day, his ex-girlfriend called: On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, she was marrying the partner who had set him up years ago.
The groom grabbed the phone. "You drive for a rideshare app, right? Come drive the wedding car for me. If you can afford a 100,000-yuan gift, I'll kowtow to you on the spot."
Han Dong hit record. "Sure. I'll prepare a big gift for you both."
And so, a man with 120 million yuan in his pocket rode a hard-seat train for thirty-six hours, a woven sack slung over his shoulder, back to his hometown in the Northeast.
His sister-in-law had turned his room into a gaming room.
The auntie at the village entrance said he'd come home to dodge his debts.
His blind date's mother demanded a 480,000-yuan bride price and a car for her son.
The young master from the village's richest family drove up in a Land Rover and told him to get lost.
Han Dong: "Right, right, you're all absolutely right."
Until...
At three in the morning, the village doctor at the health clinic watched him transfer 300,000 yuan in the inpatient ward.
The class beauty he'd had a crush on in high school watched him deposit 20 million yuan from behind a bank counter.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, at a wedding banquet with a hundred tables, the groom watched him step out of a Rolls-Royce...
The whole village went crazy.
