"Alright, then go ahead and draw," we really want to see just how good your luck can be."
As Tang Feng agreed, fearing he might back out, everyone began to speak up.
In their view, Tang Feng was simply courting death.
Even if he had indeed drawn those three admission tickets by luck, luck is something you just can't rely on.
If he could draw three in a row, could he also draw four or five?
As long as he couldn't keep drawing them, he would have to cough up the three admission tickets he had already drawn.
It's not poverty that's feared, but inequality.
Even if nobody got an admission ticket, they couldn't let one person get so many.
Mr. Zhao had originally wanted to say something to dissuade the crowd, but seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and stay out of it.
The boy who had been the most eager the whole time immediately jumped onto the stage, "I'll supervise for everyone; nobody objects, right?"
