The surrounding diners all focused their eyes on Hong Yundong, or to be precise, the ball in his hand.
The first spot he drew today, coupled with Hong Yundong's high-profile behavior, naturally attracted a lot of attention.
The lucky draw was divided into two camps: old Lu, qu Feng, Lin Jinhao, the old drinker, and the group of master winemakers led by Zhu Dakang.
"What did you step on when you went out this morning?" Li Chang, who was standing in front of him, pursed his lips in disdain.
"It's my lucky day anyway. Move aside." Hong Yundong looked at Li Chang in disdain, then carefully handed the red ball back to Su Ruoyan, extremely smug.
"Don't worry, it's most likely just this one. There won't be more. " Qu Feng consoled himself.
"I think it's hard to say." Lin Jinhao felt that it was hard to say.
