"Perhaps this gentleman is just incredibly lucky?"
Mr. Zhao, hearing everyone's questions, could only offer a perfunctory explanation.
Although he was one hundred percent certain there was no foul play in the event, he lacked confidence in his own words.
A one in fifty chance for a ticket, and three were drawn in one go.
These odds were truly comparable to winning a five million lottery!
Could someone's luck really be that good?
The crowd below obviously wouldn't be easily fooled by his words.
"Do you really think we're idiots? Drawing one could be called luck, two might still be acceptable, but he drew three in a row!"
"Yeah, who has that kind of luck? I think you're all in cahoots playing us for fools."
"You think we're easy to deceive? If you don't give us a satisfactory answer today, we'll never buy your stuff again."
"Exactly, we can spend money on you, but you can't take us for fools..."
Mr. Zhao's forehead broke out in cold sweat.
