The lottery draws of red and blue colors are collected in turn.

Although it is inevitable to make trouble, it is still orderly. It only took seven minutes to draw lots for about thirty people.

The person who got the signature paper couldn't wait to unfold it, but found that the handwriting inside could not be recognized at all, and he didn't know if it was a winner or not.

They asked each other, but there was no explanation.

He couldn't help but wanted to find Lin Yi. After surrounding him, he asked at the top of his voice. Lin Yi just said, "Don't worry."

Guan Fei and Lin Yi talked quietly for a while, confirming that everyone had sign paper in their hands, holding a huge corrugated cardboard with a huge symbol on it, and said loudly, "People with this symbol in their hands, please stand by me and queue up."

Among the more than thirty people, nineteen were successively released.

These nineteen people were very excited. Although they didn't know why this happened, they were much more enthusiastic than the first round of lottery draws.

"Please go to Brother Li to draw the next round in turn."

Lin Yi took out another plastic pocket, reached in with his hands, and started drawing lots.

The Liu San just now was very lucky to win the first round.

He originally wanted to say a few more words in front of Lin Yi, but the people behind him were urging him to start talking.

The person who got the second piece of paper became even more nervous. He carefully uncovered the sign with his fingers as he was so cold that he carefully compared it with his previous blue handwriting sign, and wanted to know in advance whether he had won or not.

Unfortunately, they compared and did not know if they won or not.

Because the symbols in the red handwriting in any person's handwriting are different from those in the blue handwriting.

Lin Yi deliberately.

Good things get worse.

Things you get easily will not cherish.

Waiting for the nineteen people to finish drawing, Guan Fei raised another piece of corrugated cardboard, "If you have this symbol, you can get the oil-refining artifact today!"

Liu San lowered his head and compared the signature paper in his hand. It was different.

Just as he was hesitating, the people who had already won the lottery actually lined up and started paying the money.

One person is five hundred, and ten people are five thousand.

In just less than an hour, can you make so much money?

Liu San was jealous. He was determined to slap in a while and didn't know how long it took for his brother-in-law to approve something from the factory. He worked hard a year and only earned tens of thousands of yuan.

Although it is a very high income, it makes him feel superior.

However, compared to this one hour, you can earn 5,000 yuan, and you don’t have to ask for someone else. It’s still too bad to beg for the deal you buy.

"Why can't I make an oil-making artifact by myself if that kid doesn't work with me? What a bullshit German engineer, I'll take a sample and find a master, and then I'll copy it?"

When Liu San thought of this, he had an idea.

He arrived at the back of the waiting team to pay the money and pulled the coat of the last man, "Brother, discuss something. I'll give you fifty dollars, and you'll sign me the red sign in your hand."

The man in front glanced at him and was unmoved.

Liu San would not give up like this, "One hundred! How about one hundred!?"

The person in front looked at the sign in his hand and was a little hesitant.

Liu San was moved and added fire, "I'll give you a hundred, and I'll give you the red sign that I didn't win. Next week, you don't need to draw lots to get the oil-enhancing artifact! One hundred dollars a week is worth it!"

The person in front finally made up his mind, "Give the money first."

"Okay, okay, I'll give the money first." Liu San took out a piece of blue money from his sable coat and got a red sign.

The guy who had already left the payment team, suddenly felt a little regretful when he held the 100 yuan in his hand.

He felt like he could still be more interested.

At this time, others followed suit and began to want to buy the red signs from others.

However, when they took out a hundred dollars, they found that they could not get it anyway.

Have to add money.

For a moment, two hundred! three hundred! irrational shouts appeared layer by layer.

It doesn’t matter if this shout is made, those who have already obtained the qualification of a charcoal artifact will not be sold even more.

Those who only won the blue sign paper consciously lined up and started paying deposits when they saw this.

Guan Fei, who was busy recording his name, had never seen this attitude. He wanted to ask the little brother around him.

However, we can't ask in front of so many people.

"Will there be no problem with this?" His eyes were full of inquiring eyes, but he raised his head and looked at Lin Yi's old godly eyes, and he calmed down again.

"This must be under the control of Brother Li!"

Ten, five hundred and twelve yuan, plus nine, one hundred yuan, a total of 6,023 yuan.

Lin Yi had finished counting it and placed it there in Guan Fei, and then started installing a car with oil-refining artifact.

Whether it was bought or not, they all looked around him.

Especially when I broke the oil-making artifact, the "click" sound was very effective.

At this time, Guan Fei stood up and repeated the words Lin Yi fooled him that night.

The car owners and friends who were watching all felt it was reasonable and convincing.

I couldn't help but start to praise the Germans' rigor.

At this time, Guan Fei told the story of German oil-paper bags that Lin Yi had accidentally told, which made the big brothers stunned.

While Lin Yi was installing it, he didn't feel much guilt when he listened to Guan Fei's words.

This is marketing!

If it weren't for the future legislation banning many marketing words, the manufacturers' brags about Aunt Niu would have become more and more exaggerated.

The carburetor heater in Lin Yi's hand is of no problem with quality and is easy to use. It just borrows people's inherent impression of foreign high-tech products in this era. After doing a little marketing, he is not under pressure.

Even if you make more money by then, it will not be a problem to hire a German to stand up.

After installing and testing one by one, the car owners who replaced them left happily.

The owner who has not changed into the car, but has not finished today, he has begun to look forward to next week's today.

Lin Yi and others were all exposed, and from the 6,023 yuan, they distributed 1,000 yuan to Guan Fei.

Guan Fei was not polite, so he accepted the money and expressed his doubts, "Don't we care about signing paper transactions?"

"Why do you have to worry about it? Doesn't someone spending money to buy signatures mean that our oil-refining artifact is popular?"

"But, isn't this making less money?"

“Can we make that money?”

"cannot."

"and……"

“And what?”

"And, no profit can be achieved early. Those scalpers who buy and sell paper will make car owners in the city know about the oil-making artifact. This will save us a lot of advertising costs."

"That's right..." Guan Fei felt something was wrong, but he still said I understood.

Lin Yi said goodbye to Guan Fei and came to the bank. When the teller saw Lin Yi, he asked enthusiastically, "Mr. Qing, should you withdraw money or save money today!"
Chapter completed!