Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 480
No one was excited when they heard the news of the lottery draw, but after the symposium ended and the lottery draw started, Huang Qi, the author of "My Grandpa Is a Ghost", was the first to go up, took out the note and opened it, almost died on the spot.

He looked at it tremblingly for a while before trembling.

"It... writes... 5 yuan!"

The sandwich biscuit who has a good relationship with him made fun of it.

"Hey, did your uncle include the two zeros after the decimal point?"

The others roared with laughter,
Huang Qi shook her head.

"There is no 0...it's capitalized...[-] yuan!"

"My Cao! Fifty thousand? Got it wrong?"

Everyone looked at Ling Yun in unison, Ling Yun rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that he was sorry for these great gods, even 5 was so shocked, the parallel world that appeared in his mind, the annual income of other great master writers was at least a few hundred 1000, there are more than 1 million, and the top one even exceeds [-] million!

Then the second sandwich biscuit came on the stage, and he took it out casually. He was still looking forward to winning 5 like Astragalus, but when he took it out, he was stunned.

"This...is this fifty thousand?"

He rubbed his eyes and carefully confirmed the amount on it.

"Biscuit, how much money did your uncle win? You don't even know Chinese characters, do you?"

"Yes, Biscuit God, how much is it?"

"I see that you're about to go crazy, did you win 5 yuan? Hahaha..."

……

In the teasing laughter of the people below, the sandwich biscuit wiped his eyes again, and then cursed with red eyes.

"What the hell! This is 50! 50! 50! I won 50, hahaha!!!"

He yelled like crazy on stage, his thighs were slapped red, and the group of people below were also stunned.

"50?"

"real or fake?"

"Isn't it a mistake?"

……

After all, the highest award for participating in the annual meeting this time is 1 yuan. Huang Qi won the 5 yuan award before, which was already considered a super award by everyone. Now another 50 yuan came out. No one believed it.

Not to mention that other people didn't believe it, even the sandwich biscuits on the stage didn't believe it, he raised the opened prize ticket high and shouted.

"It's really 50! 50! Capitalized 50!"

At this time, the audience immediately boiled over. Everyone looked at Ling Yun in unison, waiting for his affirmation, but Ling Yun just smiled and spoke lightly.

"Why are you excited, 50 is not the highest award."

This sentence is poisonous...

The rest of the people below went down directly...

However, someone soon verified this statement. After the fifth person came on stage, the lottery tickets were dismantled and exploded again.

"My Cao! 500 million?"

He learned to be smart this time, and asked Ling Yun directly with staring eyes.

"Mr. Ling, there is nothing wrong with the award ticket, right?"

"No, the kid is lucky, 500 million is the first prize!"

Ling Yun gave an affirmative answer, but the taste in other people's ears was different.

"I'll go... 500 million is the first prize? So there is a special prize?"

"Then how much is the special prize?"

"Crazy, I'm a sci-fi subject, and last year's manuscript fee was only 80 yuan. How can I draw 500 million in a lottery?"

"Now think about it... Just now, the boss of Huangqi drew 5 yuan with an excited and crying expression, how stupid..."

……

Huang Qi sat down at the moment, the previous excitement completely disappeared, instead he felt like a fool, Qingfeng who was sitting in the corner sighed with emotion.

"Oh, it's rich and powerful after all, it's incomparable...it's incomparable..."

……

At this moment, the editors below saw the following players, you drew 10 and he drew 100 million, and they couldn't sit still. They looked around, but finally their eyes fell on the iron hammer.

"Hey, Hammer, can you tell your big star so that our editors can smoke too?"

"Yeah, hammer, tell him. Let's draw a lottery. Then I'll treat you to a big meal. You can pick whatever you want from the high-end restaurants in this area. I promise to make you vomit!"

……

Tie Hammer, who was originally ignored by no one in the editorial department, now seems to be a guest of honor, a group of editors surround her, and Tie Hammer is so flattered that she can only go to intercede with Ling Yun.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yun just waved his hand.

"Go ahead, it was originally planned for each of you editors to smoke once."

……

The lively lottery draw ended with a sound of exciting shouts, and the night was already deep.

After the whole process is over, the people sent by Lingyun have come with a formal contract. At 12 o'clock in the evening, after discussing all matters, Qingfeng officially signed all the rights and interests of Wenyue. With 2 million yuan in hand, he may be able to find a warm Retire in a place where you can spend your life, and maybe enter another industry to start over.

This evening, all the editors and writers were immersed in the excitement of winning huge bonuses. No one knew that their former editor-in-chief, Qingfeng, had already packed his luggage and left the city forever.

At the same time, Leng Shao, who had suffered a lot, drove to a mountain villa in the western suburbs alone.

In the villa, a white-faced young man in a gold silk nightgown was lazily leaning on the sofa watching the game. When he saw Mr. Leng coming in, the white-faced young man laughed mockingly.

"Yo, isn't this Mr. Leng who has already made a fortune, how come he has the time to come here?"

"Ning Tian, ​​don't be so mean, turn off the TV quickly, I have business with you."

Master Leng rolled his eyes, sat on the sofa next to him, took out a cigarette and lit one for himself first, Ning Tian on the sofa saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so he turned off the TV with a smile and sat up straight.

"Okay, tell me, why are you looking for me?"

Leng Shao flicked the cigarette ash, originally wanted to smoke, but upset, he only took a puff and then stubbed out the cigarette.

"Ning Tian, ​​you and my sister participated in "The God of Cooking in China" last time, why didn't you win the championship in the end? It stands to reason that it should be easy for you to win the championship."

"Why didn't you ask your sister about this? Why did you come all the way to find me?"

"Nonsense, my sister couldn't say three words all day in the cold, I asked her? Then I won't be rushed to death."

"Hehe, that's true, Leng Meiren's name is not for nothing."

Ning Tian smiled and took a cigarette case from the coffee table and took out a cigarette. He didn't light it, but just put it under his nose and smelled it, then sighed depressedly.

"Oh, don't mention it, "The God of Chef in China" is a big hole, it buried us all!"

"What do you mean?"

"In this pit, there are not only Japanese devils, but also the Zhao family and the banker."

"The Zhao family? Isn't there no one in the Zhao family?"

"But the playing field belongs to the Zhao family."

"hiss……"

Leng Shao frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand.

"This is strange. I heard that Zhao Kun seems to have finished the family trial mission. What is he going to do this time?"

(End of this chapter)