There was a lot of chatter around the tent.
The owner reluctantly took down the grand prize.
An oversized custom Lego bear would cost him a few thousand dollars, which was almost half of his monthly revenue. The owner secretly stared at Joyce. Was she lucky? He had intentionally tempered with the aim of the gun, and she could still hit the red heart. He could not believe it and thought it was just luck, and she simply could not hit the red heart every time.
A colleague snatched the Lego bear from the owner and would never let go, "Joyce, thank you. I'll take this one then." He looked anxious, fearing that someone else might take the bear away from him.
"Hey, you are just shameless. You just take the prize away like that?" Another male colleague flattened his mouth and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"Why, Joyce helped me win this." The colleague could not care so much now and he turned to Joyce with a smile, "Right? Joyce."
In fact, they were all older than Joyce, but still, they respected Joyce as much as they could.
"Well, it's yours."
Joyce showed a bright and shining smile.
"What a cute bear! I want it too! I want it too!" Juanita tugged on Joyce's arm and pouted.
"Okay, we have forty bullets left. You will certainly have it!" The corners of Joyce's lips lifted in confidence.
"Please get out of the way. I'm going to continue."
With that said, Joyce picked up her air gun and aimed again.
Luther had by now crossed the crowd and crept up behind Joyce.
Juanita and her colleagues actually saw Luther approaching. They parted their lips and wanted to speak when…
Luther put his long fingers between his thin lips and made a hush gesture, signaling that Joyce should not be disturbed.
The group understood his meaning, and one of the male colleagues even gave up their seat to the boss.
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