"Ladies and gentlemen, I know you're all very excited, but please everyone quiet down for a moment."
Once the gymnasium quieted down, the host gently reminded:
"For those lucky enough to win cash prizes, if you pay attention, you'll notice the prize money is available for immediate withdrawal."
"For those who won physical prizes, please visit the company's logistics department to collect them after the annual meeting. The collection is valid for one month."
Mo Jingchun and a few others exchanged glances, all staring oddly at Xu Pengfei.
How unlucky is this? Among all of them, only Xu Pengfei won the fourth prize, the consolation prize.
If anyone claims there are secrets behind the annual meeting's raffle, Xu Pengfei would be the first to disagree.
Hmm... The second would probably be the boss.
After all, I only won the third prize, just 300 yuan more than the president.
For the boss, earning 300 yuan takes less than a second.
