When the lottery was opened in the morning, most of the people were here yesterday, and only a few came today. After the lottery was opened, most of the cultivators dispersed.
After the crowd entered the store, Mo Tiankong also entered the store and returned to the cashier counter. There were many cultivators, so he had to help the cashier.
The Martial Artist who had signed up walked towards the shelves, while Zhang Tian Nan and the other two walked over.
"Sister Luo Ruo, sign me up too," Fatty Tang said to Luo Ruo.
"Here, write it yourself," Luo Ruo said as she handed him a pen and paper.
Luo Ruo treated everyone equally, and did not discriminate. The others were her, and Fatty Tang was also the same, not to mention that he was busy with the cashier.
Hearing this, Fatty Tang also took the pen and started writing. After he finished writing, Zhang Tiannan also stepped forward and wrote his name on the paper.
The two did not walk towards the shelves, but went to Mo Tiankong's side.
"Hehe, Store Manager Mo," the two greeted.
Mo Tiankong glanced at the two, and just finished collecting a cultivator's spirit stones.
"Speak if you have something to say."
"That, is there any way to win the Snowball's Great Battle?" Fatty Tang asked in a low voice.
The two thought about it. The rules were set by Mo Tiankong, so there should be an easier way to win. They naturally coveted the Martial Technique Pill, and the two had personally experienced its effects.
However, they did not fool their father last time, and now that there was such a benefit, they naturally did not want to give it up.
"No." Mo Tiankong's face darkened. He was waiting here.
They were waiting for him to win. These 100 people were completely random, and winning depended on luck. There was really no easy way to win.
There was actually a way, but it was not something that ordinary people could play, and that was to spend spirit stones.
When entering the arena, he just had to bribe the other 99 cultivators, and he did not need to spend a lot of spirit stones. He believed that many cultivators would choose to give up.
After all, on the one hand, it was a matter of luck. He believed that many people would consider the gains and losses.
If each person was given two to three hundred Spirit Stones, it would only be twenty to thirty thousand Spirit Stones. If they accepted it, it would not exceed the value of the Martial Skill Pills. They would still be able to make a profit, but it would not be much.
However, the two of them did not have that many spirit stones, so this method could not be implemented.
Moreover, if there were a few people who wanted to take advantage of the situation, and after they bought over most of the people, a few people would join forces to eliminate the two of them. That would be a double loss.
Moreover, there were quite a number of warriors who had signed up for the competition. Even if they won the arena competition, they still had to go through the following one-on-one matches. This required both strength and luck.
He couldn't possibly bribe them, right? That would cost the Flower Pavilion at least twenty to thirty thousand Spirit Stones. Even if they won, they would still suffer a loss, so there was no need for that.
He was one step away from winning and earning 50,000 Spirit Stones. How could he give up so easily if he didn't have enough chips? Thus, he had no other choice. If he was going to lose money, he might as well rely on his luck and compete.
"Store Manager Mo, you really don't have any?" Fatty Tang did not give up and asked again.
"No." Mo Tiankong was unmoved, and repeated the same old words.
Actually, there was another method, and that was to let Mo Tiankong cheat. However, as the host of the event, if he had to cheat to let the two of them win, then there was no need to organize this event. He could just directly choose a warrior to give out ten rewards. There was no need to go through all this trouble.
Mo Tiankong's rules for the competition were similar to winning a lottery. Strength only played a small part. The most important part was still luck. After all, it was a free-for-all.
Once the competition started, everyone would definitely focus on eliminating a group of people, and then compete for the only winning spot.
After all, there were too many people. At that time, anyone could be eliminated by the focus fire. That could only be said to be bad luck.
The purpose of the event was to let everyone have some fun. As for the rewards, they were all incidental. Because there had to be people participating, there would be rewards. Otherwise, there would not be any attraction.
If Mo Tiankong only organized a Snowball Battle event without rewards, how many people would participate? It would probably be a bit difficult to get ten people.
Hearing Mo Tiankong's words, the two of them also gave up.
"Store Manager Mo, then we'll leave first." Zhang Tiannan pulled Fatty Tang and turned to leave.
In any case, they had signed up. If they wanted to get a Martial Skill Pill, they still had a chance.
"Oh right, remember to sell the lottery next Monday." Mo Tiankong thought of next week's lottery and said to the two of them.
After the two of them agreed, they went out. As usual, they did not buy anything.
Mo Tiankong was also used to it. The Zhang and Tang family had a lot of things stored in the grocery store. Every time it was half price, they would definitely buy it. He did not know if they used it at home or sold it.
They definitely kept a portion of it at home. At least half of it was sold. Otherwise, Zhang Tiannan and Fatty Tang did not buy anything every time they came. It was obvious that there was more at home.
After the two of them left, Mo Tiankong continued to collect the money.
Another martial artist came in. He had many injuries on his body and blood on his face. He was holding a lottery ticket in his hand. Mo Tiankong also turned to look. What kind of appearance was this?
"Store Manager Mo, has the lottery been opened yet?"
This martial artist came in to ask about the lottery. Could it be that he was being hunted and wanted to exchange the lottery ticket …
Using Appraisal, it was not him. Wang Yang, a martial artist stationed at the coastline.
Alright, he was a martial artist from the army. There were indeed martial artists who did not come in the morning who bought the lottery ticket. However, it was almost evening. He could not have opened the lottery at night.
"The lottery ticket has been opened. The winning number is 1433223666." Mo Tiankong looked at Wang Yang and said.
"Let me see. My number … didn't win …" Wang Yang looked at the lottery ticket in his hand. He did not win a single number.
"The lottery ticket will continue to be sold next Monday." Seeing him like this, Mo Tiankong continued to say.
"Okay, I'll buy it next week." Wang Yang looked up and walked out of the shop.
Mo Tiankong was a little confused. Could this guy have snuck into the shop? The army changed their guard once a month. If Wang Yang bought it on Monday, it meant that Monday was the time for the army to change their guard. Looking at his appearance today, he might have been stationed there.
Of course, it was also possible that he had gone out to complete a mission during the break. Mo Tiankong did not know about other people's affairs, so these were all guesses.
This was just a small interlude. The martial artists who came for the lottery for the first time were basically all present. As for those who did not come, they knew that they did not win the lottery. So far, Wang Yang was the only martial artist who came to inquire about the lottery ticket.
And the effect of the publicity was quite good. With so many martial artists as witnesses, he won the grand prize of the Ferghana Horse Card. Next week, he would have to consider how many Spirit Stones he could earn. It would be more appropriate to use items as a reward.
Martial Skill Pills would increase too much at once. If he wanted to earn Spirit Stones, he would have to change the price. If it was too high, people might not buy it. If it was too low, the quantity would increase and it would not be easy to sell.
Because the Snowball Battle was going to be held next Monday, things were piled up together. Speaking of this, Mo Tiankong thought of another problem. The venue.
Although he decided to hold it on the beach a few kilometers behind the grocery store, the venue had not been divided and it was not easy to do so.
Because the snow was very heavy, if they waited until after the opening hours to divide the venue, it would be covered by the snow tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, they would have to organize the martial artists and divide the venue again. It would be in the afternoon when the competition started.
If there were too many people, he was afraid that it would be too late. Because in five days, it would be noon on Tuesday. Mo Tiankong planned to end it on Monday. Completing the mission was the most important thing.
It was not the deadline for registration yet. There were still martial artists signing up one after another. He did not know how many people there were in total.
Leaving some unwritten papers, Mo Tiankong picked up the registration papers and began to count the number of people.
"Three thousand nine hundred and forty-seven." Mo Tiankong finished counting the last martial artist and exhaled.
This number was not the total number of people. It was the number of martial artists who signed up today. In one day, it was close to evening, and there were four thousand martial artists who signed up. Of course, it was also because there were many martial artists who came to the lottery in the morning. Most of them signed up in the morning.
However, it was not a small number. Compared to the number of people who signed up yesterday, it had doubled today.
In addition to the one thousand nine hundred and fifty-two yesterday, there were now a total of five thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine martial artists who signed up. Almost six thousand martial artists signed up.
The grocery store's influence was quite big. However, Mo Tiankong planned to end the registration when there were six thousand martial artists. It was not good to have too many people.
There were too many monks and not enough meat. If there were too many people, ten prizes would not be enough. He would have to set a limit for the number of people who signed up next time.
At eight o 'clock in the evening, there were no more martial artists entering the store. Only the cloud lanterns were still bright.
When the total number of people reached six thousand, Mo Tiankong ended the registration.
Now, he wondered if he should close the store for a day just for this event. After thinking about it, he decided not to. He would host the event tomorrow. Luo Ruo could also be the cashier in the store.
Furthermore, Luo Ruo did not sign up, so it was better to open the store. The main thing was that the lottery tickets would still be sold tomorrow. Mo Tiankong wanted to solidify the time of the lottery tickets so that he could accumulate some loyal lottery fans.
This would be helpful for the lottery prizes to be updated in the future. After all, it couldn't be the same prize every time. After a long time, it would lose its appeal. Moreover, with more people buying it, Mo Tiankong could earn more.
If the prize in the future was something like the Inheritance Pearl, and there were four hundred thousand people buying it, one Spirit Stone per ticket would earn him two hundred thousand Spirit Stones.
The lottery was undoubtedly an important way to earn Spirit Stones, especially after feeding Auspicious. Mo Tiankong regretted it so much that he wanted to chop off his hands. It was the same as the amount of Spirit Stones he needed to raise his cultivation. How many Spirit Stones would he need to raise his cultivation to the Divine Level?
If he did not work hard to earn Spirit Stones, he would not be able to afford to feed Auspicious. After all, he could not afford to feed it now. He only had two hundred thousand Spirit Stones left. If he fed all of them to Auspicious, it would only be filling the gaps between his teeth.
If the System could exchange Auspicious for a Divine Weapon now, Mo Tiankong might even be able to exchange it. Drawing Auspicious was like digging a hole for himself. It was a bottomless hole.
He felt that raising a son was easier than raising Auspicious. Thinking about it, he did not want to get married. This thought was a little scary.
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