Mr. Lin had already called out an old servant holding a cardboard box. He looked around at everyone, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
All the congratulators suddenly had a terrifying and strange feeling. They seemed to have turned into fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and Mr. Lin was just a drooling ferocious wolf, staring at him fiercely.
Keep this flock of fat sheep!
Mr. Lin smiled slightly, with a relaxed and comfortable expression, and tapped the armrest of the wooden chair with his fingers. "The rules of the game are very simple. In a moment, all you need to do is grab a paper ball from the carton. Each of these paper balls is marked with a number. Every time you pick a ball,
People with connected odd and even numbers, such as 1 and 2, 13 and 14, all belong to a group of rivals."
All the congratulators raised their ears and listened carefully. They couldn't figure out how this game was played and what it had to do with getting money.
Mr. Lin's smile was very gentle, but it sent chills down the spine, "After you catch the paper ball, you should not make it public yet. In private, you must write down a number on the paper. And this number is what your opponent will do this time.
The amount of money to take out!”
Everyone was stunned, it turned out to be like this! After drawing lots, they still couldn't know who the "enemy" was. It seemed that all this could only depend on luck!
Without giving everyone time to think, Mr. Lin had already announced the start of the lottery, "Everyone, let's try your luck!" The old servant walked around the crowd holding the carton, and every congratulator closed his eyes and smiled.
I touched a paper ball.
The old servant's eyes sparkled like two low-power light cannons. No one was stupid enough to dare to take more paper balls, and no one dared not to take them. They were all honest. Each greeter picked up a paper ball.
Son left.
After Lin Yang got the paper ball, he quietly withdrew from the crowd, but Chuoyue followed him, holding the paper ball to Lin Yang with a grimace, "I...I have no money..." She did not expect that such a request would appear at the birthday banquet.
The "game" of money.
Lin Yang laughed at this, shook his head and sighed: "The people who come here are all first-class people. Who doesn't have a fortune of hundreds of millions?" After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said: "Write it first, I will write it later.
You pay in advance."
Chuoyue smiled sweetly, glanced at Lin Yang gratefully, her pretty face shone with light, and said softly: "Thank you!" She quickly took the pen and wrote a number on the ball of paper.
Lin Yang took out the ball of paper and saw that his number was 19, and his "rival" should be 20. Lin Yang did not hesitate, took a pen and wrote the amount of 10 million on it.
Lin Yang wrote that the amount was neither high nor low. You must know that each gift sent by the congratulatory guests this time is worth more than 10 million. The "enemy" is definitely capable of paying 10 million, and he will not
Too painful.
Of course, not all congratulators are as "kind" as Lin Yang, and many of them have a strong schadenfreude temperament. Among them, Liu Ye is one of these people, and he seems to be talking to himself
whispered something.
Careful people can find that Liu Ye has a miniature listener in his ear. A slight voice comes from the listener, "Brother Ye, that kid's number is 10 million! His number is 19, and his opponent No. 20 is
Jia Longzhao from Q City..." This is the "number" that one of Liu Ye's younger brothers secretly observed everyone from a high place on the periphery using special telescopes and eavesdropping devices.
In fact, Mr. Lin had already played this game at his birthday party ten years ago, so the "old people" were already prepared. They were walking around and told their "numbers" to their acquaintances.
This kind of communication is very secret and cannot be discovered by "outsiders". In addition, the subordinates outside ask "experts" to use mathematical statistics and monitoring methods, and many "old people" can easily learn the digital numbers of most people.
Liu Ye cast a malicious glance at Lin Yang and Chuoyue beside him, and then walked quickly to Jia, the leader of Q City. Liu Ye first exchanged a few words of friendship with the other party with a smile, and then whispered a few words,
Jia smiled slightly, threw a paper ball into Liu Ye's pocket. Liu Ye also quietly handed the paper ball to Jia, and then they left, with expressions on their faces as if nothing had happened.
Walking to a quiet place, Liu Ye gave a sinister laugh and immediately wrote down a string of numbers, with ten zeros trailing behind them!
"Have you finished writing?" Mr. Lin looked at the congratulators with a half-smile, and the congratulators said in unison: "Okay!"
Mr. Lin nodded, "Then please hand over the paper balls one by one!" The old servant holding the cardboard box immediately said loudly: "1 and 2..."
Two people immediately walked out of the crowd. The two people looked at each other and smiled. They had known for a long time that their opponents were each other, so they were very calm and handed over the notes respectively. The old man didn't even look at it, and directly put in the 1 and 2 points.
Put it in a paper box and write the name of the person who took the paper ball on the outside of the paper box.
This process took ten minutes, and a long table was already filled with hundreds of paper boxes.
Lin Yang looked at these cartons and sighed secretly. He knew that any of these cartons would not be less than one million or tens of millions, and their total value must be at least 10 billion or more!
Mr. Lin looked at the cartons on the table and chuckled, and all the congratulators also showed various smiles. Some were gloating about their misfortune. It was obvious that the number they wrote was definitely not a small number; some were as if nothing had happened.
There were so many people because he obviously didn't have the habit of looking for trouble, so he felt relaxed.
Lin Yang winked at Chuoyue and said, "How many did you write?"
Chuoyue's face turned red, "One thousand yuan..."
Lin Yang stumbled and almost fell to the ground, "A thousand?"
Chuoyue blinked and nodded vigorously, "It would be so embarrassing to let people take too much money..."
Lin Yang couldn't help but reached out and patted Chuo Yue on the shoulder. He was speechless for a while, thinking that they might want you to take 10 million or even hundreds of millions!
Mr. Lin cleared his throat with a dry cough and said with a smile: "Haha... You are all decent and sensible people. I don't think you will let your enemies take too much, right?"
All the congratulators claimed that it was, and many people laughed secretly, "Hey, not much, not much..."
Mr. Lin nodded, his smile became more secretive, "Well...since it's not much, I guess you can afford the amount you wrote, right?"
All the congratulators were stunned, what do you mean? Are the rules going to change this time? Many people secretly felt that something was wrong, and cold sweat ran down their spines.
Mr. Lin burst out laughing again, "Let's see, everyone writes what they write. Is this fair? No comments, right?" In the crowd, more than a dozen congratulators immediately collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
Some even laughed loudly and shouted in their hearts, "I just wrote one million!"
Liu Ye trembled and walked hard to Liu Xiao's side. He said in a dry voice as if he had just taken a big mouthful of lime, "Dad..." and then fell to his knees with a "plop" sound. Tears were already streaming down his face.
Liu Xiao felt a chill immediately in his heart. No need to ask any more questions, he knew his precious son best and could guess right with his toes.
Liu Xiao's face was livid, he snorted angrily, lowered his voice and asked: "How much did you write?" At the same time, a strong ominous premonition rose in Liu Xiao's heart, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red, staring at his own.
Son Liu Ye.
Liu Ye trembled his lips and used all his strength to stammer out a few words: "One...ten billion..."
"Pfft..." Liu Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, fell to the sky, and hit the ground with a "boom".
Liu Ye screamed, "Dad..." and immediately went over to pinch him. The subordinates brought by the Liu family also hurriedly came over to treat him.
This sudden incident made Mr. Lin on the stage sneer, "Come here, call some doctors for Qinghe. It's not hot here, why did you get heat stroke?" Many congratulators cast gloating glances, which hurt people.
If you fail to harm yourself, who can blame you?
Chuoyue, who had always looked nervous, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked at Lin Yang and smiled, "Fortunately, mine is one thousand..."
Lin Yang scratched his face, "Fortunately, not much." The two looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, the old man had already begun to count the votes: "Xu Ziling 30 million..." The numbers made the faces of the people below change. Some gritted their teeth; some smiled slightly, casting disdain and contempt towards the person who originally "plotted" against them.
A glimpse of.
"Lin Yang, 10 million...Liu Ye, 10 billion..."
"Plop..." Lin Yang squirted out all the juice in a mouthful, stared blankly at the old man on the stage who continued to read, and murmured: "Fuck! You want to kill me!"