In the evening, after having already slept for a while, He Wenjie got up, went out for a late-night snack, and then returned to his room to continue studying his Golden Finger. This time, the Golden Finger had come without a single hint, which gave He Wenjie a headache. A deep background—could it mean his background went all the way up to the Heavenly Court? Even if that were the case, it should at least give him a way to get in touch. No matter how deep your background was, it was useless if you couldn't reach anyone.
He Wenjie racked his brain for a long time without figuring out how to use this Golden Finger. Just as he was feeling depressed, he suddenly saw the television start broadcasting the welfare lottery draw. He Wenjie thought of the lottery ticket he had bought during the day and, on a whim, took it out to check the numbers. If he could just win a bottom-tier prize, he would have tomorrow's breakfast covered.
As the numbers appeared one by one, He Wenjie's expression changed. What the hell, was this too fake? He had actually won the first prize? Could his luck really be this good? That wasn't right. Winning the first prize in the welfare lottery wasn't something ordinary mortals like him could do; didn't this kind of thing always involve behind-the-scenes manipulation— He Wenjie suddenly thought of his Golden Finger and his deep background. Damn it, wasn't this lottery ticket practically prepared for someone like him?
Chapter 737