With the wishful thought that if others drew the white balls, he'd get a higher probability to draw the red ball, Wu Hai returned to his own art studio and waited for the noon time before continuing the lottery.
Yuan Zhou, nevertheless, shut the door of the restaurant and then took a good rest. After drinking 200ml of the bamboo liquor last night, he slept until the dawn. He didn't really have a headache when he got up early in the morning and also slept soundly, which in turn well proved that the aftereffect of the liquor was fairly strong.
When the business hours started at noon, Wu Hai arrived just on time. He told Mu Xiaoyun, "I will be in charge of the work for drawing the lottery today."
While speaking, he took up the small box with a serious expression. The two small tufts of his mustache had resumed their former tidiness by then, which made him appear to be a cultured youth.
"But..." Mu Xiaoyun felt a little embarrassed and hence wanted to stop him.
