CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 119 COMBO SHOW-OFF_1

Many people couldn’t bear it; this was too much of a blow. Chu Hao had just made a grandiose statement, and everyone wanted to see him get slapped in the face. But now, he had magnificently won both the First and Second Prizes, leaving everyone with an awkward expression.

Chu Hao looked at the young man who had spoken earlier and said, "Who was it? The one who said I would be slapped in the face. Am I slapped now?"

The young man, ashamed, said with an embarrassed face, "Dude... I was just talking."

"Don’t talk nonsense in the future. Your lack of luck doesn’t mean I lack luck," Chu Hao said in an instructive tone.

The young man lowered his head in shame.

Chu Hao began another round of drawing and pulled out a paper slip.

"Con...congratulations sir, you’ve drawn another BMW worth one million RMB," the host’s lips twitched.

The onlookers: "..."

Chu Hao, dissatisfied, said, "How come my luck is so bad? I want a villa! What’s this with just giving me a car?"

"DING... Host has successfully shown off, earning 70 Pretentiousness Points."

Chen Hao, the manager, and the surrounding onlookers wanted to vomit blood. Could he be any more pretentious? This luck is still bad? You’ve won all the BMWs, each worth one million RMB! Then, what is our luck? Just trash?

Chu Hao drew another slip, and it was another First Prize!

"HISS! Damn it, all three BMWs have been taken by him," a middle-aged man couldn’t help but blurt out, holding his drawing ticket with a frustrated look.

The crowd was in disarray, their eyeballs nearly popping out. They’d never seen anyone so unbelievably lucky—four draws, all wins, all top prizes. But this guy, he still looked disdainful. What was this all about? Can’t you leave something for us?

"Sigh... My luck is really too bad," Chu Hao said another maddening remark.

Many people felt a surge of resentment, gazing intently at him. Do you have to show off like this? Are you intent on infuriating us to the point of vomiting blood?

Standing by, Tang Mo couldn’t help but say, "Chu Hao, this luck is just too heaven-defying."

Yi Qinglian nodded, her large, cute eyes staring at Chu Hao, finding him incredible.

Chu Hao mumbled, "Villa, villa, I want a villa."

Chen Hao and the manager’s hearts were pounding. It couldn’t really be the villa, could it? It couldn’t be that easy.

And yet, the host looked at the drawing slip in his hand, numb from shock. He was glad he was only the host; if he were the owner of the car dealership, he’d probably vomit blood. He announced, "Grand Prize, a villa worth five million RMB."

The crowd: "..."

Tang Mo took a sharp intake of breath and said, "This... This luck is heaven-defying."

Yi Qinglian’s small mouth opened as wide as a goldfish’s, filled with disbelief.

Chen Hao and the manager felt like their eyes were about to pop out. Do you have to be so heaven-defying?

Chu Hao laughed, saying, "This time, my luck is not bad."

"DING... Host has successfully shown off, earning 70 Pretentiousness Points."

The King of Show-offs is the King of Show-offs; even drawing a prize is an occasion to show off. I want to know, who else can stop me from showing off? Chu Hao thought.

Chu Hao boasted, "How could you only have one villa as a prize! I still have three more chances to draw. The Grand Prizes and the Third Prizes, I’ve taken all those. Isn’t that a bit boring?"

"DING... Host has scored a combo in showing off, earning 140 Pretentiousness Points."

HAHA... Indeed, it’s a combo of showing off! Awesome!!

The crowd wanted to punch him. Did you have to crush everyone like this? They realized there indeed weren’t any more prizes left.

A villa, three BMWs, and three years of full insurance, all worth over ten million RMB, had been taken away by him alone.

Chu Hao felt it was pointless and said, "Manager, is your event over now?"

Yeah! The prizes have all been drawn. What’s the point of continuing the draw? Many people held their drawing tickets, their faces filled with gloom.

The manager, sweating coldly, said, "Sir, please wait a moment."

A little later, a few more slips of paper were thrown in.

The manager, sweating nervously, said, "Sir, considering your special circumstances—as you’ve purchased for one hundred million RMB in our company—we’ve provided three additional Grand Prizes. As long as you can draw them, you can choose any car worth under three million RMB."

Chu Hao, dissatisfied, said, "Why is it another car?"

These words are truly disheartening, the manager thought, utterly depressed.

Chu Hao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. If it’s a car, so be it; I’ll give it away after I draw it."

The onlookers broke into a cold sweat. Are you sure you can still draw a prize?

Chu Hao started the lottery again, and everyone held their breath.

He opened the slip of paper... Grand Prize.

The manager’s body trembled.

He opened another slip... Grand Prize.

The manager was drenched in cold sweat.

Yet another slip... Grand Prize.

The beautiful waitress said, "Manager, Manager, are you okay?"

The manager had already fainted.

"DING... Host has successfully shown off, gaining 70 Pretentiousness Points."

Invincible!! Isn’t he?

Looking at the crowd below, each of them had their eyes bulging out, their jaws dropping to the ground.

Chen Hao was completely dumbfounded. Three lotteries, three Grand Prizes! Damn it, do you have to be so incredibly heaven-defying?

"Damn it!" Tang Mo couldn’t help but swear.

Yi Qinglian somewhat admired this luck.

Chu Hao stroked his chin and said, "Which car should I choose? Little Hao Hao, why don’t you help me pick one?"

Chen Hao retorted, "My ass! You’re the Little Hao Hao!"

He turned and walked away. The shock he had received today was too much; he reckoned he would be scarred for life. Staying here any longer would be masochistic.

Chu Hao’s voice followed Chen Hao, causing him to stumble, "What’s with young people these days? So impetuous. They have no future."

Chu Hao looked at Tang Mo and said, "Do you want a car? Go pick one for yourself."

After all, I did show her up quite badly. This should be some consolation, right? Maybe she won’t snap at me anymore, he thought.

Tang Mo, excited and catching on quickly, said, "Why wouldn’t I want something that’s free?"

After they chose three more cars, Chu Hao picked a limited-edition Range Rover and an imposing Hummer for himself.

Tang Mo chose a Ferrari.

The three winning BMWs added up to three million RMB.

A villa worth five million RMB.

Three years of full insurance, about five million RMB.

One Ferrari, two top-of-the-line SUVs, valued at over eight million RMB.

In total, goods worth over one hundred and thirty-one million RMB.

And for this lottery draw, he won thirty-two million RMB?

The manager, looking at the thirty-two million RMB bill, was about to faint again. His legs were giving way as he said in misery, "Sir, where should these cars be delivered?"

Chu Hao asked him to deliver them to the villa area, then added, "Oh, and don’t forget my QQ car."

The manager almost collapsed. You’re so rich, and you still want a QQ car? Do you have to be such a King of Show-offs?

Yi Qinglian giggled and said, "Let’s go see the villa."

"Alright."

Driving in the limited-edition Koenigsegg supercar was incredibly cool; too bad it wasn’t Chu Hao driving.

Tang Mo, driving excitedly, said, "This car is pretty awesome."

No kidding, how could a fifty-million RMB luxury car be anything but astonishing?

"Give it to me," said Tang Mo.

Chu Hao, annoyed, said, "I already gave you a Ferrari. What more do you want?"

Tang Mo pouted, "The Ferrari isn’t as thrilling as this car. Just one trip out in this, and my brother would absolutely be green with envy."

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