After dinner, Wang Ling returned to his room. He was still enveloped in the golden light of the "Great Fortune Spell," which formed a faint sheen of light that only he could see.
For the next ten days, his luck would be extremely, extremely good… The prizes that he had drawn for Father Wang were just mere trifles.
Wang Ling remembered that the last time he had used the Great Fortune Spell, he had bought a lottery ticket, but hadn't won anything. Since then, he hadn't believed in any type of lottery. To not win even when he was using the Great Fortune Spell… it was plain to see how deep the waters were – when it came down to it, buying the lottery was just a kind of tax on the poor…