After everyone had left, Lin Mo took out his phone and found the WeChat of the owner of the lottery shop he used to frequent, then dialed the number.
Beep...
Beep beep...
The call was quickly answered.
"Hello."
The shop owner was a middle-aged man around 40, surnamed Xu, but his full name was unknown.
Lin Mo said with a smile, "Xu, could you place a bet for me later? It's 5000 yuan. Tonight's World Cup Qualifiers, our Huaxia Team is going to lose."
"Wow, you're playing big this time. But it's a sure bet. Transfer the money over, and I'll place the bet for you later."
Lin Mo didn't hang up and tentatively asked, "By the way, Xu, I heard something today. Someone's buying lottery tickets at the original price? What's the deal with that?"
He hadn't intended to ask the other party to place a bet for him; the 5000 yuan was just a way to improve their rapport.
What Lin Mo really wanted to know was what the deal was with buying lottery tickets at the original price.
