Chapter 8 How can he, a security guard, live so well?

Lu Chen looked at the scratch-off music in front of him and couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Carefully pick up the last piece of scratch-off paper and scratch off the coating.

"Still missed! Boss, can't this be fake?"

Lu Chen stood up from his chair angrily and asked loudly.

Logically speaking, my luck value has increased tenfold, so it should be very high.

Why can’t I even win the scratch-off tickets?

Suddenly, Lu Chen seemed to have thought of something, his body suddenly froze, and he froze on the spot.

If the lucky value is zero, then if it is doubled ten times, wouldn't it still be zero?

Thinking of this, Lu Chen recalled that when he played games and beat his wife, he always relied on guarantees, and he couldn't help but cover his chest, feeling a little heartbroken.

[Hahaha! What kind of hard work is this? Lu Chen made me laugh to death! 】

When Luo Cheng saw the photographer like this, he was also prepared to bleed heavily.

The braised prawns in this fly restaurant taste pretty good, but compared with the high-end sushi he had eaten in the security room before.

The photographer glanced at the menu and knew their current situation.

"Then bring me two top-quality two-headed abalone!"

"Of course not! You can order whatever you want to eat!"

"Brother, I've eaten a lot of sushi before and I'm almost full!"

"Brother! You don't know, eating too much abalone is bad for your health."

Immediately afterwards, the two of them fell into deep thought together.

Moreover, it seems that in order to keep costs down, the prawns used by the boss have a fishy smell. Compared with high-end sushi, it is not even a star at all.

He patted the photographer on the side and said earnestly:

"Brother has worked hard, maybe this is his fate, and he has accepted his fate!"

After a long time, Luo Chengcai faintly said something from his mouth.

Luo Cheng calmly glanced at the price of braised prawns and felt completely relieved.

Seeing Luo Cheng being so arrogant, he immediately fantasized about the delicious food that would follow.

The originally cheerful atmosphere suddenly turned dull because of the photographer's words.

When Luo Cheng saw the photographer like this, he naturally didn't say much and just coughed.

"Really? Then forget it!"

One hundred yuan, for me now, is a huge amount of money.

At this time, a barrage in the live broadcast room caught the attention of the audience.

The waiter didn't notice Luo Cheng's eyes at all and nodded.

"Sorry, sir, we don't have the best two-headed abalone here, only ordinary ones."

Lu Chen was only briefly disappointed for a few seconds, and immediately adjusted his mentality.

Luo Cheng didn't even look at the menu and said very proudly.

They also saw Lu Chen, who was different from Luo Cheng who had been busy early in the morning.

In his mind, the only advantage of this kind of fly restaurant is that it is cheap.

The photographer showed an honest smile. Although he didn't understand what Luo Cheng was talking about, he still knew that abalone was a good thing.

The two of them looked at the braised prawns in front of them and began to feast.

"Then let's have braised prawns..."

Luo Cheng pretended to be a little disappointed and glanced at the photographer beside him calmly.

Luo Cheng suddenly panicked, turned his head and saw the camera on the photographer's shoulder, and immediately turned back.

The photographer, on the other hand, was petrified on the spot, with Lu Chen's words echoing in his mind.

The viewers who were originally in the live broadcast room No. 13 also started thinking about it.

[Everyone, go and watch the live broadcast room on the 13th. It makes me laugh so hard. This script can’t produce such an effect, can it? 】

Luo Cheng had just finished delivering the takeout and took a rest.

【……】

"Boss! What good food do you have here?"

Luo Cheng looked at the photographer with some doubts. The photographer looked at the spicy prawns in front of him with some melancholy.

"How on earth can he live such a good life as a security guard?"

When he thought that the photographers around Lu Chen could eat such high-end food from time to time, he couldn't help but feel envious.

As expected, the waiter shook his head.

[Some people are reading jokes, and some people are looking in the mirror (laughing)!]

The hundred yuan in my pocket was enough to afford it.

[I am just like Lu Chen every day, first working hard and then accepting my fate (funny)]

Luo Chengqiang gritted his teeth and insisted.

Afterwards, Lu Chen left the lottery shop with only a chic back for the photographer.

The taste is indeed so bad that I don't know if it tastes bad. After eating that, eating this again is like talking nonsense.

"It's okay, brother! I can eat regular food just the same."

I regretted that I was expecting something good to come.

Not to mention this kind of fly tavern.

When Luo Cheng saw the photographer like this, the chopsticks he was busy with suddenly stopped.

The photographer next to Luo Cheng had no appetite.

…

Hearing what the photographer said, Luo Cheng suddenly showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He winked at the waiter and said:

"Is there any abalone?"

At this time, live broadcast room No. 13.

"Maybe this is life!"

Before joining the program, he had never been to a small restaurant like this.

The price of a spicy prawn is 78, plus the previous two bowls of fried rice, the total price is 98.

The photographer looked like he had expected it and asked knowingly:

"Brother, don't you want to change your destiny? How about it? Have you changed it?"

I walked into a small restaurant with my photographer, planning to be extravagant.

"It's because I usually eat too much that I came to participate in the show. Let's try ordinary food this time, right?"

As long as the photographer doesn't order those delicacies, I should still be able to afford it.

Although the photographer on the side had eaten a lot in the security room, he was still thinking about the feast Luo Cheng told him.

He began to feel depressed. Naturally, he knew what the photographer was thinking.

Before the photographer could react, Luo Cheng hurriedly shouted to the waiter:

In the live broadcast room.

"Brother, is this the feast you are talking about?"

After a while, the dishes were served.

Their eyes were distracted and lost their color, as if they had lost the meaning of life.

"Waiter, two bowls of egg fried rice!"

After eating a few mouthfuls, he stopped.

[If you say he shows off, he really wants to win the lottery and change his life. If you say he doesn’t show off, he just gives up!]

"have!"

He actually just hit the spot without even hearing a sound.

The expectant look on the photographer's face suddenly turned into disappointment.

This kind of abalone is not available even in some high-end restaurants in China with one or two stars.

The photographer suddenly lost his appetite.

I didn't order anything too expensive, I just ordered a spicy prawn.

He hadn't eaten anything all morning, and because he saw Lu Chen eating delicacies in the security room earlier, his stomach had already started growling.

Lu Chen's life is simply not too comfortable. He works, sleeps and fishes, doesn't work overtime, and doesn't have to be bossed. Pua still earns a monthly salary of 4,500.

This is even better than most of the viewers in the live broadcast room.

After a long time, the same doubts as Luo Cheng were asked in the live broadcast room.

[Meow! Why can Lu Chen live so well as a security guard? 】
Chapter completed!