Chapter 0144 – Bed Tearing (2 / 2)

Like merchants wholesaling goods, he and Maki-chan walked side by side on the crowded streets.

Honestly, even though he spent a lot of money and knew that there must be duplicates inside so many blind boxes, but all the way back, Mako was a little bit dumbfounded.

But his mouth was calm and unruffled: “Buy so many you don’t talk about the price.”

Tang Jia Chong didn’t say anything and only looked at her and smiled.

Back at the hotel, no one touched the two bags of blind boxes.

Mu Xiao went to the restroom to wash her hands while Tang Jia Chong went outside the corridor to make a call.

Back to the room again, Mu Xiao still did not do it, Tang Jia Chong eyes pointed to the blind box, “You do not smoke?”

“Of course I’m going to smoke it, it cost me so much.” He said, clattering the two bags of blind boxes all over the bed.

She’s brewing up an aura of smoking a blind box.

This looks spread out and feels super rich.

Super cool.

With the aura sufficient, Mako grabbed one of them and tore open the cardboard box, inside was a silver-white plastic bag.

Tear a slit along the serrated shape.

Tang Jia Chong came over.

As the bag opens, the display shows the large head of a boy wearing a hat.

Then there’s the small scale body.

Mako lifted it up and looked back and forth from side to side, a look of uncertainty on her face.

Tang Jia Chong looked at her curiously, “Don’t like it?”

Didn’t she want the little prince?

The boy is not the little prince.

“No. Can’t you see? His nose.”

It was only then that Tang Jia Chong noticed that the nose of the mannequin was in the shape of a very short gray wooden stick.

“Pinocchio?”

“Well, not all boys are little princes, just like not everyone who rides a white horse is Prince Charming, it could be the Tang Monk.” Mu Xiao smiled playfully.

Tang Jia Chong had almost forgotten that those fairy tale characters seemed like stories he had heard in a very small and long time ago.

“A duplicate of what you already have?” Tang Jia Chong asked.

“No repetition, it just so happens I don’t have a Pinocchio.”

Tang Jia Chong revealed a satisfied smile, “Take another one apart.”

Mako dismantled another one.

“What is it?” Tang Jia Chong hurriedly asked.

These hand-me-downs were fairy tale characters designed by Big Head, and he really couldn’t recognize who they were at once if their features weren’t obvious.

The newly dismantled image is of a girl with a red brick in one hand, a shovel in the other, and a miniature white pig lying prone on top of her head.

“This is piggy sister BUNNY,” Mako said.

Tang Jia Chong picked up the instructions attached inside the box: bunny spent 3 months building the nice and sturdy red brick house, no longer afraid of the big bad wolf.

Oh, so that’s the story.

If you don’t read the instructions, you can’t think of any piggy sister fairy tale characters at all.

“Look at this.” Mako turned the handle office around.

Sister Piggy has a little tail in the shape of a love heart on her back butt.

Mu Xiao poked that little tail of love and softly said to Tang Jia Chong, “Cute, isn’t it.”

“Something for a three-year-old to play with.” Tang Jia Chong said disdainfully and coldly, his face unmoving and taut, but his eyes went to the tail of the hand puppet.

Mako snorted lightly, “I don’t know who bought all the people’s blind boxes.”

“Yeah, I bought it to coax a three year old.”

“I said I wanted the little prince, and you bought them all because you were afraid you wouldn’t win the lottery.”

“These merchants have a set probability of drawing, and the probability of 1% and 10% is much different. Theoretically speaking 1% probability, that need to buy 100 to draw 1, 10% probability of drawing is much more likely.”

“But that’s just theory, and whether the odds are 1% or 10%, there’s a chance that you won’t draw any of the blind boxes in this bed.”