Fiction: Group 3
It was a typical summer afternoon when his life took an abrupt turn. He was staring out of the window,
watching the singer’s son walk down the apartment block accompanied by his bodyguard. A gust of wind-
and a flash of gold fell from the boy’s back pocket. His bodyguard reached down to retrieve it, but the boy
waved it away impatiently, talking to the bodyguard, as if telling him to leave it and continue. They hurried
away and curiosity crept into the man. What was it that he dropped? Was it of such little value that he
couldn’t care less if he dropped it or not, even if it would only take seconds to pick it up? He could not stop
pondering about this event, so he went over to look. It was a lottery ticket, with its serial number printed
neatly on it, and it’s brand name inscribed on the ticket. The man vaguely recalled hearing the company
name on the street, on an advert. What he did not realize was he was holding the lottery ticket from one of
the biggest lotteries of Shenzhen, but what he did realize was it cost a fortune, so he brought it home,
carefully storing it, planning to sell it the next day. Little did he know his life was about to change forever.
The next day, he left his slum, grasping the golden lottery ticket in his hand. As he strolled along the
bustling streets, a crowd suddenly formed around him. Befuddled, he looked around, and heard shouts and
cheers of excitement. “He has it, he has the ticket!” someone yelled from the mob. The people all stared at
the ticket he was holding, some looking disappointed and some thrilled. A woman shuffled forward.
“Congratulations, mister!” She said, beaming. “
