Chapter 45: The Good Luck Continues

He had a good night’s sleep.

The next day, Chen Feng woke up around nine o’clock as usual. Back when he was unemployed, he would sleep until about this time anyway.

Sun Xiaorui had gotten up at some point, and he could faintly hear the sound of the TV from the living room downstairs.

Chen Feng couldn’t help but sigh to himself; there’s no such thing as an overworked field, only an exhausted ox.

After getting up and washing up, Chen Feng came out of the bathroom and suddenly remembered the lottery tickets.

He had been so busy and engrossed last night that he had completely forgotten to check the results.

He took out his phone, searched for the winning numbers for that period’s Super Lotto.

Then, he took the lottery tickets out of his LV briefcase and sat on the edge of the bed, checking them one by one.

One ticket, two tickets… he checked more than a dozen in a row without a single win. There were only 40 tickets in total.

He continued checking and finally found a winning ticket: two fourth-prizes, worth six thousand yuan.

He had made back his initial investment and even a small profit.

But then he went through another dozen tickets without a single win, not even for five yuan.

With only a few tickets left, even though Chen Feng’s mindset was relatively good, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

Winning the grand prize was secondary; his main concern was whether his good luck was still with him.

So far, he had only won six thousand yuan. For others, this would be good luck, but for Chen Feng, it clearly wasn’t.

Previously, the scratch-off ticket that won the grand prize had flown right into his hand, and he had found a natural bezoar in a randomly bought goat, selling it for over ten million. That was what he called luck.

If this time he only won six thousand yuan after spending over two thousand, it would mean his good luck, or at least his financial luck, had come to an end.

Even though he was dying, Chen Feng certainly didn’t want his good luck to disappear.

Feeling a bit tense, he took a deep breath and continued checking the numbers.

Two more tickets in a row were duds. Holding the very last ticket, Chen Feng just glanced at it and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face.

Because the very first combination on this ticket was a winner, and all the numbers matched—a first prize.

This luck!

Sure enough, his good luck, or at least his financial luck, was still going strong.

It was just that out of 40 lottery tickets, the grand prize only appeared on the very last one. Chen Feng felt as if some unseen force was deliberately toying with him.

But since he had won the grand prize, being toyed with a little didn’t matter.

The second combination didn’t win. The third one won again, but one number was off—a second prize.

The last two combinations were two more fourth-prizes, another six thousand yuan.

This single ticket had five combinations, and four of them were winners.

It was also worth noting that this was a ticket with the supplementary bet and a five-times multiplier, which meant that on top of the original prize money for the top three prize tiers, each combination would receive an additional 60% of the prize money.

For example, if a first-prize win was originally 5 million yuan, he would get an extra 3 million, for a total of 8 million.

Chen Feng checked the prize amounts for this period. The prize money for the first and second prizes of the Super Lotto were not fixed; they floated. For this period, the first prize was ten million yuan per combination. Because Chen Feng had the supplementary bet, he got an extra 6 million, making it sixteen million per combination. With a five-times multiplier, that was 80 million yuan.

The second-prize winnings were over seventy thousand yuan per combination, which was nothing compared to the first prize.

After a rough calculation, and after deducting personal income tax, Chen Feng would theoretically receive over sixty-four million yuan.

This was truly a divine lottery ticket!

Chen Feng was even worried that when he went to claim the prize, they might suspect it was a fake ticket.

He calmly put the ticket away, placing it alone in a waterproof, vacuum-sealed plastic bag, and then put it in the pocket of his jeans.

The pockets of his jeans were quite deep, so it was unlikely to fall out.

Chen Feng wasn’t in a hurry to claim the prize. After all, he was someone who had seen large sums of money before.

He first went downstairs nonchalantly and ate the preserved egg and lean pork congee that Sun Xiaorui had made for him. He then watched two episodes of a soap opera with her, and about two hours passed. It was already noon.

Then, Sun Xiaorui went to the kitchen to cook lunch.

Chen Feng sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone.

By the time Sun Xiaorui had finished cooking, it was around twelve-thirty. Chen Feng had no choice but to eat lunch again.

Sun Xiaorui’s cooking was excellent, and the home-style dishes she made suited Chen Feng’s taste perfectly.

If it weren’t for Chen Feng’s strong willpower, he might have started gaining weight again soon.

He only ate one bowl of rice and stopped. Mainly because it had been less than three hours since breakfast, and he didn’t want to eat too much and get fat.

After lunch, Sun Xiaorui suggested they go out for a walk in the afternoon. Chen Feng wanted to go claim his prize, so he didn’t agree and told her to go out with her friends.

However, Chen Feng gave her a five-thousand-yuan red envelope and told her to spend it as she pleased.

Sun Xiaorui didn’t stand on ceremony. She happily accepted it, gave Chen Feng a kiss, and quickly got ready and went out.

Although Chen Feng was her sponsor, he didn’t restrict her personal freedom. Basically, whenever she wanted to go out, Chen Feng wouldn’t stop her.

Of course, the prerequisite was that she had to tidy up the house first and serve him, her benefactor, well.

On this point, Sun Xiaorui had been quite satisfactory so far.

As soon as she left, Chen Feng began to prepare to go claim his prize.

He used to think the prize winners who covered their faces with all sorts of masks were ridiculous, but now he felt it was very necessary.

Even if not for himself, he had to consider his family. The principle of not flaunting one’s wealth was very sound.

This was especially true for ordinary people who suddenly became rich. It would instantly attract the collective envy and even hostility of people from the same social class.

Putting other things aside, relatives and friends would come knocking one after another to borrow money, a hundred or two hundred thousand at a time. Would you lend it or not? If you started, there would be no end to it. If you didn’t, you would immediately be collectively hated by your relatives and friends, who would see you as an enemy, the kind they wished they could kill.

Therefore, although wearing a mask to claim a grand prize was criticized and lacked transparency, it was really in line with the national situation.

Of course, if you were already worth hundreds of millions and your relatives and friends were all rich and powerful, winning a few million or tens of millions might not cause such troubles.

However, people like that generally didn’t buy lottery tickets.

So, the first thing was to get himself a mask?

Chen Feng searched online. It was convenient to buy one online, but it would take a day or two to arrive. It was hard to find a physical store that sold them right away.

And when he imagined himself wearing a Mickey Mouse head, Chen Feng felt it was very tacky.

Forget it, he wouldn’t wear a head mask. It was too much trouble and didn’t look good.

Chen Feng decided to wear a large face mask and sunglasses.

If he could still be recognized while claiming the prize dressed like that, then Chen Feng would have nothing to say.

He had masks and sunglasses at home, all ready to use. He put them on and went out.

He drove to the prize redemption center. The journey was smooth, and he arrived in about twenty minutes.

The procedures were also handled very smoothly. In the end, Chen Feng received over sixty-two million yuan. As expected, it was a bit less than the theoretical amount, but thankfully it was only a little over a million, which Chen Feng could reluctantly accept.

There were also people from several charitable organizations asking him to donate, saying it could be used for tax deductions, but Chen Feng didn’t donate.

When it was time to take a photo, Chen Feng wore sunglasses, a large face mask, and a baseball cap. He was fully armed, so to speak, but it looked much better than wearing a cartoon head mask.

With another sixty million in his account, Chen Feng remained very calm.

It wasn’t that he had become indifferent to money, but that in the face of life and death, money really wasn’t that important. If he could, Chen Feng would be willing to trade his entire fortune for a cure for his terminal illness.

But that was obviously impossible.

So, while having these tens of millions was good, it couldn’t buy back his life. What was there to be excited about?

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The translation for Chapter 45 is complete. Chen Feng’s luck continues, bringing another significant turn of events.

Shall we proceed with the next chapter? Or would you like to discuss Chen Feng’s changing perspective on wealth and life now that he has won the lottery again?