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?"
