The Hidden Urban Wealthy Alchemy

Lottery.

Taylor panicked when he saw the stone artifact disappear and left only a mark on his hand.

"Why should I have this kind of tattoo on my hand? If they see this strange symbol tattoo, people will think I'm something else!"

Recently, certain sects and orders have emerged in Accomont City. These groups are primarily scammers who like to trick tourists visiting Accomont City. These groups have been labeled as scammers by many people.

Taylor regretted the tattoo on his palm as the voice echoed in his mind.

"Your first assignment is at level zero. Place a bet on any sweepstakes, in the amount of one thousand dollars! Look forward to exciting prizes."

Taylor was wide-eyed. She could not believe what he was hearing. Taylor was not an Orthodox believer who forbade betting and gambling in any form to generate wealth—but betting the remaining money in hand? Later.

"After tricking me with an old stone that ended up with a strange tattoo on my palm, now you want to trick me into spending the rest of the money in my pocket? No!"

Taylor walked with irritation. He had lost some money that was supposed to be a deposit for his sister Libby's medical expenses. Still, he foolishly spent that much money on a shapeless stone.

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The main office of Logan McGill's business - McGill Enterprises- was close to where Taylor was. He decided to visit Logan McGill and ask for a donation for the down payment at the hospital. Taylor was just a child when her father was fired from the Company, and the family relationship with Logan McGill was broken. But Taylor still remembered. Logan McGill's office was on the highest floor - the thirtieth floor.

The wind of the refrigeration machine whipped Taylor's face as she entered the hall of the McGill Building.

It was summer, so Taylor was sweaty and smelled of the sun. While the people who waltzed through the building halls all smelled nice, at least they weren't sweating from getting out of the air-conditioned car.

A building security guard had been watching her since her arrival - because of Taylor's conspicuous appearance, following him from behind. He kept his distance to surprise her.

When Taylor stood in front of the special elevator reserved for the Company's shareholders and owners, the face of the security guard named George soured.

"What are you doing!" George raised a low-voltage electric baton. He threatened to electrocute Taylor.

"I want to see Mr. Logan McGill. There's something important that..." Taylor's voice remained insistent.

"I said go! This Company doesn't accept donation request proposals!"

"But I... "

"Go away!" George was getting angry. This beggar was stubborn. He feared that he would be demoted to cleaning if the head of security saw this.

"I'm also McGill. My father Robert McGill was once part of this Company!" Taylor roared in a loud voice.

Many people who had been passing by in the hall were now interested and gathered to watch the crowd. Everyone was intrigued after hearing McGill's name shouted out by this shabby youngster. McGill's name was always an intriguing subject for jokes.

George was further embarrassed when Taylor roared with a voice three octaves high. His anger immediately rose to the top of his head.

"What did you say?" George's face twisted into a sneer.

"Even though I haven't worked here for five years, I've never heard of Robert, who is part of the McGill family! Now leave!" George plunged the low-voltage electric baton into Taylor's shoulder.

Instantly, Taylor went into convulsions, like a breakdancer in action.

Everyone watching burst into laughter.

In all their years working at McGill, there had never been a free spectacle quite like this.

"Good! Throw him out afterward, George."

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Taylor staggered after being dragged by George to the street. He then left the McGill Building in a huff.

"They shouldn't know who Robert McGill is. Naturally, father was fired ten years ago. If only..."

Taylor's gaze was suddenly drawn to an old shop on the side of the road. Although it looked modern from the front, when she looked at the advertisement on the storefront, "Dragon's Gate," Taylor was amazed by the honey-sweet words in large letters.

"Dragon Gate Lottery, a special prize of 200,000 dollars awaits you. Enjoy a free vacation as a bonus."

There was a picture of a beautiful brown-skinned woman with white teeth and a beach with white sand. The sun shone brightly on the ad, and Taylor could feel the warmth when she looked at the picture.

We are opening the shop door.

A middle-aged woman made Taylor remember a place and time with that person.

However, this time, the woman wore Eastern-style clothing that felt unfamiliar to Taylor. Despite wearing heavy makeup, Taylor felt she recognized the figure. She looked down, her hands busy embroidering, not raising her face when Taylor stood before her desk.

"I-this... doesn't she look like the Eastern woman who sold the stone artifacts?" Taylor was about to leave the shop when the woman's voice rang out, drugging her like the first time they met.

"Dragon Gate Lottery! You won't know what surprises await you until you buy a lottery ticket from our shop!"

And just like before, the flute-like voice mesmerized Taylor.

Taylor spent the rest of his $1,000 to buy all the remaining lottery tickets. The stranger handed her a wad of lottery tickets that looked poorly made. The color was opaque, the paper was thin, and they tore quickly.

Surprisingly, Taylor felt happy after receiving the wad of lottery papers.

At 3 p.m., Taylor arrived home. He made a cage out of wire and iron and imprisoned a wad of lottery tickets on his bedroom door.

"It's easy to remember where they are and they won't get lost!" is Taylor's reasoning.

As the afternoon drew close, Taylor returned to Mount Sinai Hospital without a care. He still hadn't realized that he was now wholly penniless.

What about the deposit for Libby's medical expenses?

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At precisely 5 p.m., Taylor was suddenly slapped by something that didn't materialize, woke up, and cursed inwardly.

"Damn it! I've been fooled by that mysterious woman again. Really, what's going on with me? Why do I always trust her? Is she a witch?" Taylor beat her head with her hands as she stood in front of Mount Sinai's administration counter. The deposit had to be made by the deadline, and Taylor was in dire straits.

Taylor's eyes noticed a friendly-looking middle-aged woman. The nurse was no longer playing on her cell phone but was now playing the radio in a voice quite audible to Taylor's ears - a rare occurrence in the hospital's always quiet administrative bureau.

"Can I help you, son? Why do you look so messed up?" the nurse's voice sounded harmonious and loving.

Taylor was about to tell her that she didn't have a deposit for Libby when suddenly the radio started loudly blaring Eastern songs. Soon, the announcer started talking.

"The lottery announcement for this round goes to drawing number 11,743!" The cash prize of 200,000 dollars net of tax can be picked up at the Dragon Gate Shop from now on!"

Taylor's chest was pounding. He had just bought a wad of raffle tickets at the store.

Quickly, Taylor opened the notes on her old cell phone.

Lottery numbers 11,000 to 12,000 were the number of lottery numbers she had. Taylor's face paled, but her expression was full of happiness. "I won the lottery for 200,000 dollars!"

Was this not a dream?

Continued