Chapter 962

Yang Xiaoju was eager, but she never even considered winning first or second prize—subconsciously, she felt it was impossible.

Jiang Yuyue took a deep breath: “Xiaoju, you won first prize.”

Instantly, Yang Xiaoju fell silent; Jiang Yuyue said nothing, letting Yang Xiaoju process it herself.

Winning first prize—her friend was already overjoyed for half the day, let alone Yang Xiaoju, the actual winner.

After about a minute and a half, Yang Xiaoju finally asked in a cautious voice.

“Yuyue, you’re not kidding me, are you?”

Jiang Yuyue smiled: “Do you think I’d call you just to trick you?”

Yang Xiaoju gripped the receiver tightly, her fingers turning pale; she took several deep breaths before calming down.

“Yuyue, can you help me sell my car?”

Jiang Yuyue glanced at Ma Xiaotong, who had been listening, and gave her a “told you so” look.

“Of course!”

“Sell it for whatever price you decide—I’ll give you the redemption code, and you can just transfer the money directly.”

Jiang Yuyue rolled her eyes: “How am I supposed to claim the prize if you don’t bring me the bottle cap?”

“Ah!” Yang Xiaoju let out a startled sound, then burst into laughter: “I got so excited, I completely forgot about the bottle cap!”

Ma Xiaotong called out: “Hurry over as soon as you can—you have to treat us this time, we’re going to feast on you!”

“No problem!” Yang Xiaoju shouted back. “I’m going to find the village chief right now and ask him to send a donkey cart to take me to town. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take the long-distance bus to the county, and I’ll probably reach Beijing by the second.”

“Good!” Jiang Yuyue said. “You know my company’s address—just come straight here when you arrive.”

“Mm!” Yang Xiaoju murmured. “Then that’s settled.”

“Wait!” Jiang Yuyue nearly forgot Guan Li’s words: “Hold off for a moment—Guan Li will call you.”

“Alright!” Yang Xiaoju replied, then hung up.

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Outside the northern section of Ditan Park, two large trucks were parked, with a banner stretched between them reading: “Authorized Agent for Jiang Xiaobai, Xuri Sheng, and Feichang Kele—Feichang Kele Prize Redemption Center.”

The most eye-catching sight was the two Santana sedans parked beside them, each with a large red flower tied to the front windshield.

Nearby were several motorcycles, along with prizes like color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, and bicycles.

At this moment, the redemption center was packed with crowds; Song Haifeng wiped sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, headquarters had arranged everything—officials had stepped in to coordinate, and police were maintaining order; if he’d handled it alone, chaos would’ve broken out.

“Don’t push!”

Song Haifeng held the microphone, turning the volume to maximum.

“There are enough prizes—none will run out.”

The staff handling redemption were all sent by Xuri Sheng Company—over twenty people.

Their supervisor was Liu Yu, a young man, a recent college graduate hired this year.

“Brother Song!” Liu Yu walked over. “Let’s start awarding prizes.”

Song Haifeng forced back his excitement: “Alright, prize redemption begins now.”

“I won a tape recorder!”

The first in line was a woman in her thirties, excitedly shouting as she handed her bottle cap to a young girl handling redemption.

The girl checked the cap’s number, tossed it into a box beside her, picked up a receipt, wrote “tape recorder,” stamped it, and had the woman sign her name.

“Congratulations!”

The girl smiled and handed the receipt to the woman: “Take this to the other side to claim your prize.”

“Thank you, thank you!”

The woman hurried over; Song Haifeng took the receipt and shouted into the microphone: “This lady has won a tape recorder!”

Then a middle-aged man in a grease-stained work uniform stepped forward, excitedly saying: “I won a color TV!”

“Whoa!” Song Haifeng took the receipt and joined in the excitement: “This gentleman has won a color TV!”

“A roar erupted!”

The crowd exploded—someone had won a big color TV, a 21-inch model worth over four thousand yuan, nearly two years’ salary.

Two staff members unpacked the TV, lifted it out, and let the man inspect its exterior.

The man couldn’t stop grinning; beside him stood three others—two men and one woman.

A girl from the group’s marketing department raised her camera: “Don’t rush to pack it yet—let’s take a photo.”

The man pulled the woman closer: “Let my wife take it.”

The girl smiled: “No need—let’s all take it together.”

The woman quickly adjusted her work uniform and smoothed her hair: “If I’d known we’d be photographed, I should’ve changed clothes at home.”

“Sister, you’re beautiful—any outfit suits you.”

The girl knew how to flatter; the woman, already delighted, became even happier.

“Click!” The girl snapped the photo. “Alright, you can go. If there’s a problem with the TV, you can exchange it within three days.”

The couple, their son, and their friend carried the TV off, beaming with joy.

Along the way, they drew many envious glances; some even resolved to keep buying Feichang Kele, determined not to stop until they won a TV or refrigerator.

More and more people came to redeem prizes; several color TVs and refrigerators had already been claimed, but not a single motorcycle—and certainly no cars—had been awarded yet.

Song Haifeng helped out for a while, then handed the microphone to a subordinate, lit a cigarette for Liu Yu, and offered him a light.

“There’ll be even more people tonight—the motorcycles should get claimed.”

Liu Yu took a deep drag: “Tomorrow’s Sunday—that’s when the peak will hit. We won’t be able to handle it alone—you’ll need to bring more people.”

“Understood!” Song Haifeng nodded. “After this redemption event, Feichang Kele will definitely see a sales surge.”

Liu Yu said: “That’s certain.”

“Hey!” Song Haifeng suddenly chuckled: “Kouzi also launched ‘Buy Another Bottle’—in ten days, their sales have bounced back. But our redemption event will definitely deal them a heavy blow.”

Liu Yu’s face lit up with pride: “Feichang Kele already holds 46 percent of the carbonated beverage market. After this redemption, we’re confident we’ll reach 60 percent.”

Zhou Andong poured in unlimited resources to rapidly seize market share; next year, he’ll expand downward, targeting township markets with even greater discounts.

“Motorcycle!” A staff member holding the microphone shouted excitedly, his voice cracking: “This lady has won second prize—a motorcycle!”

Everyone turned to look—a young girl, about twenty-two or twenty-three, with short hair, wearing jeans and a white shirt with small yellow floral prints.

She stood nearly 1.7 meters tall, wore light makeup and sunglasses, showed no visible emotion, and gave off a cool, composed vibe.