Reputation from Sandy 1, Reputation from Gadley 1...
Since Chris announced the lottery, the sandwich bread has been selling out very quickly, and his reputation has been rising.
Soon, the shackles of two thousand were broken.
At that moment, Chris felt that the fighting spirit and magic power in his body had more than doubled and became more solid.
The fighting spirit tempered his body, making his physique stronger, and his strength continued to emerge.
Chris clenched his fists, familiar with the changes after promotion.
With his current strength, he can defeat his pre-promotion self within ten moves.
With a thought, the system panel unfolded before my eyes.
Name: Chris Jordan
Level: Second level magic warrior
Reputation: 2/12000
Unexpectedly, if you want to be promoted to the third level Demon Warrior, you need 12,000 reputation points.
Looking at the steady stream of customers coming here, Chris raised the corners of his mouth, it was not a big problem.
There was a long queue on the street, several hundred meters long.
Of the 100 jars of jam brought, 10 jars will be kept as prizes, and the remaining 90 jars will be used to make 1,200 sandwich breads.
There are no prize tickets in the first few hundred copies, so there are still some left over from the thousand tickets.
In just one and a half hours, all the remaining jam sandwich bread was sold out, but there were still hundreds of people queuing in front of them.
"Sorry, today's bread has been sold out, please come back tomorrow." Chris stood up and stretched, "The lottery will start in fifteen minutes, please wait a moment."
"Boss, don't you still have prize tickets there? Why don't you sell them? We don't want bread," someone said.
Chris shook his head. He sold bread mainly to earn reputation. Selling tickets would not gain any reputation value.
"Buy mine, I have tickets here." someone shouted.
"How much does your ticket cost?"
"Fifty copper coins."
"Damn, you're too dark."
"Just tell me whether you want it or not?"
"want!"
One silver coin buys three loaves, which also corresponds to three tickets.
Some rational people began to sell the extra lottery tickets in their hands and take the opportunity to make a fortune.
Chris's lottery attracted at least 20,000 people.
Although they may not be willing to spend one silver coin to buy three sandwich breads, it does not prevent them from coming over to watch the fun.
After all, the dragon's head is really attractive.
Many people have never seen what dragon meat looks like in their lifetime.
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Amid many expectant eyes, Chris finally started to draw the lottery.
He used levitation magic to suspend himself two meters in the air so that most people could see it.
"Okay, now let's start drawing the third prize." Chris's voice was loud and penetrating, and could be heard clearly even from hundreds of meters away.
"Number thirty-three, number thirty-three." Chris took out a note from the wooden box.
"here."
"No. 182, No. 182."
"Here here."
"Number ninety-one, number ninety-one."
"Me me me!"
Every time Chris read out the winning number, someone would respond.
And those people, with the envious eyes of the people around them, walked to the front and used their tickets to receive a piece of ice cream.
These snowflake cakes were made temporarily by Jonas and his colleagues using the remaining raw materials.
Reputation from Burton 2, Reputation from Tom 2...
Chris was a little surprised that these chosen people could actually provide reputation?
It seems that we need to do more lottery activities like this.
After all, the person drawn may be different every time, so reputation will continue to be generated.
It's not like snowflake cake, which loses its reputation after you get tired of eating it.
After the thirty third prizes were drawn, Chris continued to draw the second prize.
"No. 17."
"No. 6."
"Number two hundred and eight."
Chris read out ten numbers in succession, fearing that some people might not hear them clearly, so he read them again after he finished.
Ten people happily walked to the front and exchanged their tickets for the jar containing jam from Jonathan.
Some of them opened the lid, looked at it, dipped a little of it with their fingers and put it in their mouths.
Reputation 5 from Grandy, Reputation 5 from Eric...
Two awards, generating a total of 110 reputation points.
Finally, with everyone looking forward to it, Chris was about to draw the first prize.
"Friends, the exciting moment is coming!" Chris used amplification magic so that everyone in the audience could hear his voice.
He slowly put his hand into the number box and stirred inside.
Everyone held their breath and stared closely without even blinking.
Chris took out a piece of paper from the number box, held it in front of his eyes, and slowly unfolded it: "The number that won the first prize is..."
Those who have tickets tightly clutch the winning tickets in their hands.
After a moment of silence, Chris read out the winning number: "Number seven!!"
"Hahaha, I won the jackpot!"
"it's here."
"It's me! It's me."
Voices came from multiple directions in the crowd, and then he saw five people crowding in front of Chris at the same time. They all had a note with "No. 7" written on it in their hands, and even the handwriting was exactly the same.
Everyone present was confused.
How is this going?
Why are there five winning numbers?
"You are fake, I am real!"
"Fart, my boss gave me this number personally, how can it be fake?"
"The dragon meat is mine, you impostors!"
Chris frowned, even his handwriting was imitated. The other party was obviously prepared.
Jonathan looked at the Baron in front of him with a worried look on his face.
Among the crowd, Levit showed a sneer.
Du Wei said to his sister next to him: "This is fun now, let's see how Chris ends up."
"Boss, what's going on?" someone asked.
The appearance of five first prizes at the same time means that the lottery is screwed up.
If Chris does not give a reasonable explanation, then five prizes must be given.
Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes stared at it at the same time.
"Everyone, be quiet." Chris raised his hand and suppressed the discussion in the audience, "There is only one first prize!"
"What happened to the other four tickets?"
Chris came down, grabbed one of them's wrist, and held up his ticket, "He is the winner of the first prize."
All the lottery tickets were mixed with magic potions, and to Chris, they were like lights in the night sky.
So from the beginning, he can tell who is fake and who is real.
"You are lying. You personally gave me this prize ticket. How could it be fake?" another person said.
Chris turned around, looked him directly in the eyes, and his voice echoed throughout the audience: "Okay, then I'll tell you why your ticket is fake."