Old Wang's life after retirement was like a gentle pastoral poem. He tended to flowers and plants every day and played with his granddaughter. His life was uneventful. Until that day, he saw the alluring blueberry advertisement online – "Freshly picked, plump, eight boxes for only XX yuan."
The rich aroma of butter churns in the boiling red broth, tempting like molten lava from hell. This is Haidilao, renowned for its impeccable service and rich flavors, a sanctuary in the hearts of countless diners. However, amidst this bustling scene, a desecration is quietly brewing.
Mama Wang sat on a small stool, picking over a bunch of spinach she had just bought from the entrance of the alley. The leaves were still covered with glistening water droplets, like eyes that had just been crying. Today was International Women's Day, but what did that have to do with Mama Wang? She still had to get up early, still had to serve the whole family, still had to haggle with the vegetable vendor for half a day over a few cents.
The moss in the corner, a dark, almost black green, like an unresolved knot of depression.
Mr. K stood on the platform, enveloped in a restless crowd. The mechanical female voice repeated over and over again on the loudspeaker: "Train G2985 is temporarily stopped due to an incident. The resumption time is to be determined."
Mrs. Wang was a shrewd woman, shrewd almost to the point of being harsh. She could argue fiercely with a vendor in the market over a price difference of two cents, and she could accurately find the best value-for-money goods in the supermarket's discount section. In the digital age, she took this shrewdness to the extreme – online shopping.
Recently, Mrs. Wang ordered a batch of garbage bags online, 100 pieces, and the store solemnly promised that the quantity was sufficient. But when she received the goods, on a whim, she counted them and found that there were only 38. This instantly tightened Mrs. Wang's shrewd nerves, as if someone had stolen her beloved gold coins.
In recent years, a magical phenomenon, like a virus, has spread throughout cities. It's hard to say exactly where it started, but it's everywhere.
Li Weiming clutched the first-class boarding pass, ripped in two, standing in the bustling departure hall of Lijiang Airport, feeling like a joke discarded by the times.
As an executive at a multinational corporation, he was a frequent flyer, and first class was practically his second office. He was accustomed to priority check-in, priority boarding, priority everything – "priority."
"Congratulations, you've won 1 million!" Lottery station owner Old Wang's voice was loud, buzzing in Grandpa Li's ears. The rows of red numbers on the scratch-off ticket in Grandpa Li's hand seemed to be dancing, flashing dazzling light.
Grandpa Li was a retired teacher who had dedicated his life to teaching and educating people, accustomed to a life of modest means. One million? He never thought he would have anything to do with such a large number in his life. He trembled as he held the lottery ticket, his palms drenched in sweat.
Li Daqiang opened a restaurant called "Fumanlou" in the county town. This Spring Festival, he launched a New Year's Eve dinner package for 2888 yuan a table. He originally just wanted to create a gimmick, but unexpectedly, it sold out like crazy.