From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Chapter 144: Top-Tier Riches

During the event, Chen He and Deng Chao also went on stage to sing a duet, shouting out Deng Chao’s iconic catchphrase: "We are fam-uh-ly!"

The tycoon’s son, not to be outdone, somehow found the courage to go up and sing "New Mandarin Duck and Butterfly Dream." Su Chen had expected him to bomb, but surprisingly, he was quite good, winning thunderous applause from the crowd.

The exciting performances were, of course, followed by an even more thrilling lottery segment. The venue was buzzing from the very first consolation prize round. A total of one hundred consolation prizes were given out over four rounds, each worth ten thousand yuan!

As the third, second, and first prizes were announced one after another, the atmosphere in the hall reached its peak. The employees who won were beaming with joy.

This was especially true for the three first-prize winners. One of them was an employee from a subsidiary, with an annual income of only around a hundred thousand. Now, he had won five hundred thousand in one go. He was so ecstatic he nearly fainted on the spot. Luckily, a colleague with him patted his back in time to help him recover.

"Is everyone having fun today?!" Pei Rang asked loudly into the microphone.

"Yes!" a deafening, unified roar came in response.

"Hahaha! Then let me tell you something that will make you even happier! The boss has prepared a special mystery prize!" As he spoke, Pei Rang beckoned to the host beside him, who then walked onto the stage holding a giant car key prop.

When the employees saw the logo on the key prop, they all gasped and shouted in astonishment.

"Mercedes-Benz? Don’t tell me the grand prize is a Mercedes sedan!"

"It has to be! If it’s from the boss, it must be top quality! This Mercedes has to be worth at least a million, otherwise it wouldn’t be the final, ultimate prize!"

At this, those who hadn’t won anything yet grew hopeful again. Even if it was just a one percent chance, the odds were still better than the state lottery.

Su Chen was invited on stage for the final prize drawing. He didn’t refuse; after all, the mood was so electric, he couldn’t possibly do anything to spoil the fun.

As Su Chen slowly pressed the button, everyone in the hall held their breath. They stared at the flashing numbers on the big screen, all silently chanting in their minds, ’Let it be me! Let it be me!’

’I’d trade twenty years of my bro’s single life for this grand prize! If twenty years isn’t enough, then fifty!’

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