Chapter 37: 37 Where on earth does his confidence come from?_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Perhaps this gentleman is just incredibly lucky?”

Mr. Zhao, hearing everyone’s questions, could only offer a perfunctory explanation.

Although he was one hundred percent certain there was no foul play in the event, he lacked confidence in his own words.

A one in fifty chance for a ticket, and three were drawn in one go.

These odds were truly comparable to winning a five million lottery!

Could someone’s luck really be that good?

The crowd below obviously wouldn’t be easily fooled by his words.

“Do you really think we’re idiots? Drawing one could be called luck, two might still be acceptable, but he drew three in a row!”

“Yeah, who has that kind of luck? I think you’re all in cahoots playing us for fools.”

“You think we’re easy to deceive? If you don’t give us a satisfactory answer today, we’ll never buy your stuff again.”

“Exactly, we can spend money on you, but you can’t take us for fools…”

Mr. Zhao’s forehead broke out in cold sweat.

He was very aware that if he didn’t handle today’s matter well, it would greatly impact Pop Mart’s brand image.

And his position as manager would likely be in jeopardy.

But in that moment, he couldn’t think of any solution and could only turn his gaze to Tang Feng, “Sir, could you please explain how you managed to draw three entry tickets in a row?”

All eyes focused on Tang Feng in unison.

This was the first time Tang Feng felt the spotlight on him, his heart pounding “thump thump” inside, though he kept a composed facade.

“The only thing I’m good at is being lucky, haha…”

People were initially expecting an explanation from him, but hearing “just lucky” again clearly did not satisfy the crowd, who turned their criticisms towards him.

“You can lie without blushing? Do you really think you’re the god of luck himself?”

“A one in fifty chance for a ticket, and you claim drawing one is just luck. But drawing three at once, you still dare say it’s luck?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“We’re all loyal fans of Pop Mart, and to think there’s someone like you among us, it’s like a single rat dropping ruining the whole pot!”

“All you want is to impress the girl with this trick, but this kind of tactic is just too despicable.”

“Even now, you still won’t come clean?”

It wasn’t just the crowd doubting his words; Tang Lele and Xu Xinling also harbored suspicions.

Overwhelmed, Tang Feng snatched the microphone from Mr. Zhao’s hand and yelled at everyone, “What the hell did I even do? Is it a crime to be lucky? Just because you’re unlucky and didn’t draw anything, you blame me? Accusing me of cheating without any proof is slander!”

His outburst silenced the voices of doubt in the audience.

Everyone just stared at him, evidently taken aback.

Even Song Lele and Xu Xinling were shocked.

Tang Feng had always been easygoing around them; they never expected him to be so scary when he lost his temper.

However, there were bold ones in the crowd who wouldn’t let him have the last word.

Immediately, a guy raised his voice and said, “You say it’s luck, so prove it to us.”

With a leader, others gained courage and chimed in.

“Yeah, if you say you’re lucky, then keep drawing. If you can draw another one, we’ll believe in your luck.”

“And you have to pour out all the tickets, drawing them right before our eyes, so we know you’re not pulling any tricks.”

“Exactly, pour out the tickets, and then blindfold him and let him draw…”

People started voicing their suggestions one after another.

Tang Feng let out a cold laugh, “You want me to draw just because you say so? Why should I?”

The most vociferous guy spoke up again, “If you’re too scared to keep drawing, that just proves you cheated before, and those three entry tickets don’t count.”

The rest of the crowd nodded in agreement, appearing united in their grievance.

If it were left to Tang Feng’s nature, he would just tear up the three entry tickets and leave.

It’s just a toy, right? He could simply do without it.

But seeing the expressions on Song Lele and Xu Xinling made him hesitate.

It was clear they really wanted to win that blind box.

They were his friends, and he couldn’t dismiss their feelings.

“Tang Feng, why don’t we just leave?” Tang Lele seemed to have read his mind and suggested they leave.

Tang Feng was taken aback, “You don’t want that ‘Daughter of the Earth’ anymore?”

Tang Lele’s face showed a struggle, but she quickly put on a smile, “I don’t. There will be other chances in the future; there’s no need to be upset over a toy.”

Xu Xinling didn’t speak but nodded in agreement.

Hearing them say this, Tang Feng felt even less inclined to let them down.

He turned to the several hundred people in the audience, “I can keep drawing as you suggest. But let’s get one thing straight: if I draw another entry ticket, no matter how many, all of them become void. You all should think this over first.”

The crowd looked at each other, bewildered.

With only one hundred tickets in the draw box, the chances of drawing one were already pitifully slim.

If he drew several more and they all became void, their odds of drawing one would become even more minuscule.

As people were mulling it over, the most proactive guy spoke up again, “Fine, but you must draw consecutively. If you fail even once, then those three tickets you got before go to us.”

Without hesitation, Tang Feng nodded immediately, “No problem.”

Seeing his confidence, the crowd was puzzled.

Even if he was incredibly lucky, surely he couldn’t draw a winner each time?

Where did he get such confidence from?