Wang Mingyang called.
Lin Fan answered, "Mingyang, what is it?"
Wang Mingyang: "I saw the online discussion about whether you'll get the award. I just looked at the International Nobel Prize Lottery website. I saw you on it and the odds are pretty good. I'm prepared to place my hopes on you."
"Huh? There's actually something like that? Wow." Lin Fan laughed. He hadn't expected there to even be odds on the international website. It was a little scary.
Wang Mingyang: "Brother, I shan't say more. In order to support you, I'm going to place a bet on you getting the prize. It's meaningful, isn't it."
"Don't. Wait a minute. Let me predict it for you." Lin Fan rubbed his fingers together and read the future. "Mingyang, I'd advise you not to place your bet. I've just read your fortune for you. You have signs of suffering financial losses in the near future."
