The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 7 Mr. Yang, an ordinary lottery player
After leaving the sports lottery center, Yang Muyi took a taxi to Baiteng Digital Plaza on Xiyuan Road.

I went in for a walk, and came out with a backpack on my back.

It contains a ThinkPad X300.

He was also holding a mobile phone that looked like a large MP4 player.

Coolpad 8288.

Although it's a touchscreen device, it's very inconvenient to operate with your fingers; you need to use a stylus to tap around.

In the era when Nokia was still the king of mobile phones, the Coolpad in Yang Muyi's hands was a very low-end domestic knock-off phone.

That's why people say that prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain.

Domestic mobile phones are developing touchscreens, but they are being criticized as knockoffs.

Apple's foray into touchscreens is a redefinition of the mobile phone.

However, Yang Muyi just likes to use domestic knock-off phones. Although the current touchscreens are really hard to use, there is one feature that Apple phone users will not be able to have for the next ten years.

Dual SIM dual standby.

Yang Muyi currently has two SIM cards in his phone.

A ticket from Dali, which I just got at the business hall yesterday before I left.

It was from Yenching University, and it was sent along with the admission notice.

After buying the computer and mobile phone, Yang Muyi went to a restaurant near Cuihu Lake for lunch, and then found a quiet coffee shop right next to Cuihu Lake. He used his Dali mobile phone number to call the reporter from the Spring City Times.

After I identified myself, the other party was very enthusiastic.

Even so, he couldn't hide the strong curiosity in his tone.

"Mr. Yang, Director Liu from the Sports Lottery Center has already introduced your basic information to me. Of course, you can rest assured that this information will be kept confidential in the reports. In the reports, you will be referred to as Mr. Yang, an ordinary lottery player from Dali."

"So what do you want to interview me about?" Yang Muye held his phone in one hand and picked up his coffee cup in the other.

"You really guessed the results of all ten games yesterday correctly."

“Yes, it’s not difficult,” Yang Muye said casually, taking a sip of his coffee.

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

The first phase of "Daily Sports Lottery" sold over 500,000 tickets nationwide, with 1391 winning tickets.

If we disregard the possibility that one person buys many bets, is the odds of winning one in ten thousand?
Is this what you mean by "not difficult"?

"Of course, luck plays a part, but compared to other lotteries, winning by luck is already quite easy, isn't it?"

Yang Muye's question stumped the other party again.

Indeed, apart from sports betting, most other lotteries are not based on luck to win; those who know, know that.

The Olympics, however, is the sporting event that has both sufficient influence and relatively fair and just results, with the fewest external factors interfering with the competition.

From this perspective, it's not unacceptable that Yang Muyi correctly predicted all the match results.

This can be seen from Yang Muyi's willingness to openly accept media interviews.

Yang Muyi even thought that he was probably the only real lottery winner that the reporter from the Spring City Times had ever interviewed in his career.

That's why the other person seemed so curious.

"After winning this time, do you plan to continue buying lottery tickets?" The other party cleverly changed the subject on the phone.

"I just came out of a lottery shop an hour ago, where I bought tickets for tomorrow's game."

Yang Muyi had already bet on today's ten matches yesterday.

"Could you please disclose how much you bought?"

"Not much, just the same as what I bought in the first phase."

"Two thousand bets? Aren't you worried that other people in the lottery shop will follow suit?" the other person asked, somewhat puzzled.

The prize money for "Daily Sports Lottery" is variable; the more people win, the less prize money each bet receives.

Yang Muye put down his coffee cup and began to analyze the situation seriously for the other party on the phone.

“Director Liu should have told you that each of my winning lottery tickets has a different combination. Let’s say I can guess the results of all ten matches in a day, and I only need to guess six matches correctly to win. According to high school permutation and combination knowledge, there are 210 possible winning results to choose from. I only need to choose 50 combinations from those to buy, and at the same time, I will buy 50 other combinations to increase the margin of error. Even if people follow 100 different combinations, I’ll accept it.” There was another silence on the other end of the phone.

Buying 50 extra sets of numbers is to increase the margin of error? The real reason is probably to mislead others and prevent them from following suit, right?

Finally, the other party asked on the phone, "Are you planning to buy like this every time?"

“Yes, this is the Olympics. We might only get one chance in our lifetime to have it held in our own country. If we miss this opportunity, we'll never have another one,” Yang Muye said earnestly over the phone.

After hearing this, the other person said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Then wouldn't you have to go collect your prize every day?"

"Thank you for your kind words, but that's too much trouble. I'm going back to Dali today. If I win any more prizes, I plan to come and collect them all after the Olympics. That'll be right when I'm going to university in Beijing."

Yang Muye was not lying.

His main purpose in coming to the provincial capital to receive the award was to confirm whether he could exploit the loophole for tax-free award collection.

In addition, the more than 400,000 yuan in the first phase is not a small amount, so it's best to secure it now.

There won't be any more good things like this in the next fifteen episodes.

Basically, there are several thousand winning tickets nationwide each period, and the prize money for each ticket is diluted to a level of one hundred to two hundred yuan.

Even so, according to Yang Muyi's current betting method, he still has a prize of tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan every period.

Little by little, after the Olympics, after deducting the 64,000 yuan spent on lottery tickets, I estimate I can earn around 2 million yuan.

"Actually, it would be better to win a 5 million bet. After taxes and donations, you would still have more than 3 million in hand."

Yang Muye made this self-deprecating remark over the phone.

Originally intended to avoid drawing more hatred, it ended up successfully breaking the heart of the reporter from the Spring City Times on the other end of the phone.

I made two million during the sixteen days of the Olympics, and then I took this huge sum of money to college. I can't even imagine how great college life would be.

Although Yang Muye really wanted to tell the other party that this amount of money couldn't even buy a decent house in Yanjing.

Ten years later, it will be even more outrageous; it will only be enough for a down payment.

But then I thought better of it; why bother telling a stranger all this?

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In the afternoon, a silver Buick Excelle was driving on the highway from Kunming back to Dali.

The driver was Xie Zhiyao's father, Xie Siping.

Yang Muyi sat in the passenger seat, while a woman who looked to be in her thirties sat in the back, coaxing a little boy in her arms to sleep.

"Muye, just look at the housing prices in Yanjing. With the Olympics starting, they're probably going to go up again. The average price is already 12,000 yuan per square meter, and in good locations it's 40,000 to 50,000 yuan per square meter. It'll only get more expensive after you finish your four years of university. Your aunt and I have worked hard selling flowers in Kunming all these years, and we don't even know if the money we've saved will be enough to buy Ayao a toilet over there."

Xie Siping gripped the steering wheel and looked ahead as he spoke.

Although it was just casual conversation, you could still hear a strong sense of pride in his words.

Even before Xie Zhiyao went to university in Yenching, Xie Siping had already started thinking about the housing prices in Yenching for Xie Zhiyao.

“Uncle Siping, the internet is developing very fast now. You and Auntie could consider switching to an online store. With the development of express delivery in the future, online sales will be the trend,” Yang Muye suggested earnestly.

Although he had never run an online store in his previous life, he knew that Taobao would start its "Double Eleven" shopping festival next year, and that most online store merchants who entered the market before that time had made money.

Chen Lanzhi, who had just put her youngest son to sleep in the back row, chimed in, "That's right, I told you to open an online store, but you wouldn't listen."

Perhaps Yang Muye's words had an effect, because this time Xie Siping did not make excuses and agreed to study the matter as soon as he returned from Dali.

Seeing this, Chen Lanzhi joked, "If I had known that Mu Ye's words were so effective, I should have asked you to persuade your Uncle Siping earlier."

Xie Siping also took the opportunity to praise Yang Muye: "You don't know, Muye has had a good eye since he was a child. Before he even started kindergarten, he said to his parents in a childish voice, 'Go out and make a lot of money, and buy me lots of toys and delicious food in the future.' Not long after, his parents went to Shenzhen."

Cough!

Chen Lanzhi quickly reminded Xie Siping not to bring up things he shouldn't.

Xie Siping slapped his mouth: "Muye, Uncle really didn't mean it. We were just talking about your childhood."

"Uncle Siping, it's alright, I already accepted it."

Yang Muye replied with a calm expression.

Xie Siping secretly observed for a while longer, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Yang Muye was really alright.

(End of this chapter)