How could this suggestion be so unreliable?
Let go of your obsessions, think about nothing, and then the money will just co back on its own?
How could this suggestion be so unreliable?
Let go of your obsessions, think about nothing, and then the money will just co back on its own?
Isn’t this just waiting for a pie in the sky to fall?
Thinking back, it was probably just a fluke that the other person guessed right; what was I really expecting anyway...
Cheng Biao felt a little disappointed, sighed, and took a swig of his drink sadly.
"Hey! Xiao ng, why don’t you give a reading?"
Ah Xing had already pretty much settled his business. He patted his stomach and couldn’t help but chi in.
"My master read my face before, said that my luck isn’t good and that I might have a bleak twilight age after middle age. Can you check if that’s true?"
Well...
Murder, jail, no fortuitous encounters after coming out—isn’t that a bleak twilight indeed?
ng Lang silently praised his master as an expert!
He took a close look at Ah Xing for a while, then frowned.
"Hmm! Your master is not wrong, your facial features indeed indicate bad luck, and there are signs that you are already on the decline after reaching a peak."
"Ah?" Ah Xing scratched his head.
"What should I do? Is there any way to break this curse?"
Although he knew that fortune-tellers loved to exaggerate dangers to alarm people, when Cheng Biao heard that his underling could face a desolate future, he couldn’t help asking out of concern.
Mainly because ng Lang’s recent prediction for him was too accurate—and because of the attitude ’better safe than sorry’ naturally erged...
ng Lang knew his opportunity to increase "Divine Power" had co!
"Hmm... looking at your facial features, your gambling luck is not good, yet it persists. Do you usually enjoy gambling just for fun?"
"No, I usually don’t like to gamble with money," Ah Xing shook his head.
"Gambling doesn’t necessarily an just betting money; it can also an spending money to gamble on luck!" ng Lang reminded.
"Oh! Right! I do like to buy so lottery tickets usually, but my luck really is bad, I’ve only ever won five bucks at most."
"Hmm! That’s exactly it!" ng Lang nodded with a smile.
"From your facial features, it seems your fortune in your later years is intertwined with your gambling luck. This ans that if your gambling luck is broken, the fate of going from glory to decline will naturally resolve itself!"
"Ah? But how can I change gambling luck?"
"By yourself, of course, you can’t. As they say, Heavenly Dao diminishes the excessive to supplent the insufficient. You need soone else’s gambling luck to lend you a hand!"
"Soone else? Can I do it?" Cheng Biao, true to his loyal nature, was willing to ’lend’ his luck just like that.
ng Lang looked back and forth between the two n but shook his head.
"You two are too close, and your fortunes are already entangled, so you can’t help him."
"So what do we do? Can we just grab a random person to help?"
"That would be coercing others, which will violate Heavenly Dao and backfire!"
ng Lang pondered for a mont, glanced at Ah Xing, and then shook his head with a sigh.
"Forget it, if you’re going to help soone, you might as well help all the way."
With those words, ng Lang took a piece of paper and pen nearby, closed his eyes, and "scratch, scratch, scratch" wrote down a string of numbers on the back of an advertisent, then tore it off and handed it to Ah Xing.
"These are so numbers I wrote down at random. Buy a lottery ticket with these numbers, and if you win, your gambling luck will change, and the curse will naturally be lifted!"
"Ah? Really..."
Cheng Biao looked sowhat bemused.
If he wins, the curse will naturally dissolve?
So that ans the odds of my buddy breaking his curse... are the sa as winning the lottery?
This thod, used or not, doesn’t make any difference, right?
"Alright! I’ll buy so right away!"
Ah Xing didn’t think too much, happily taking the string of "lucky" numbers, then grabbed a bottle of booze.
"Co on, Xiao ng, I’ll toast to you, and if I win the prize money, we’ll split it!"
What are a few thousand bucks good for, you should keep it and eat more stead buns.
Consider it an advance on my al expenses.
He laughed as he raised his glass.
"Alright, let’s drink!"
The three of them drank glass for glass, with Ah Xing even belting out the song "Gamblers Always Win" to liven up the atmosphere, making things progressively rrier.
Cheng Biao felt grateful, Ah Xing was a friendly fellow, and ng Lang found their straightforward characters quite to his liking.
From strangers to familiar, the three beca sworn brothers in no ti.
ng Lang, although he dared not drink too much, still got a bit tipsy from the others urging him on.
Ah Xing was generous and had a good capacity for liquor, and after drinking for quite a while, his face didn’t even turn red.
Cheng Biao was different, drinking one glass after another, clearly drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and soon he beca quite drunk.
"Woo woo woo! I’m so stupid! Really... If I hadn’t been so clever by half, I would never have ended up like this! Woo woo~ To hell with the internet! To hell with blockchain!
I, Cheng Biao, swear in this lifeti, I will never coexist under the sa sky with these high technologies!
&%@￥@%&% jibber jabber woo woo..."
Watching Cheng Biao, who was just fine a second ago, now crying uncontrollably the next, ng Lang was a bit stunned.
"It’s okay, it’s okay, Brother Biao, I’m here for you! Ah! Don’t cry, don’t cry!" Ah Xing comforted Cheng Biao, wrapping his arms around him.
Seeing the stunned look on ng Lang’s face, Ah Xing explained.
"He’s going on a drunken rant again. Brother Biao has been this way when he drinks too much these days."
I can understand his drunken madness, but I can’t make heads or tails of what he’s saying!
"What was Brother Biao talking about at the end there? It sounded like a foreign language to ?"
"Oh! That’s the ancient Gutian dialect from our hotown. Brother Biao likes to speak in dialect whenever he gets drunk.
It’s a language spoken by maybe a hundred thousand people from our town, and outsiders can barely understand it."
Oh! So that’s what it was...
"Woo woo woo~ I’m so stupid..."
Seeing Brother Biao covering his face and crying as if his heart was breaking, ng Lang also felt so compassion.
When you think about it, that was more than three hundred million!
In the country, there are only 200,000 people with a net worth over a hundred million, and those with over three hundred million are probably less than a hundred thousand.
Anyone who plunged from that one in a hundred thousand to being a poverty-stricken bottom-dweller of society would probably collapse instantly...
Even if it wasn’t , soone else would have bought that fishing rod.
I might at most be considered soone who made the most of waste, allowing sunken capital to flow again, and used it on the "knife’s edge" to deal with outsiders, without guilt.
Still, sympathy is warranted.
But while I can sympathize, I can’t agree with this extre way of coping with psychological collapse!
Isn’t it just one failure in life?
Can you have had more failures than ?
Have you seen collapse?
What’s there to fear about losing everything, it’s just starting over from scratch!
Riding on the surge of alcohol, ng Lang picked up the microphone in front of him.
He closed his eyes, his mind flashing with images of lives filled with regret or heroic tragedy...
[Yesterday’s honors have beco distant mories.
I’ve painstakingly made it through half my life, and tonight I step back into the storm.
I cannot drift along with the tide, for the loved ones I hold dear.
No matter how bitter, no matter how hard, I must remain strong, for those expectant eyes...]
The slightly deep voice of the song gently stirred the strings of Cheng Biao’s heart.
The next mont, the voice soared!
[If the heart remains, the dream stays! Between heaven and earth, there is true love.
Look at success or failure! Life is heroic! It’s just starting over from the beginning...]
Gradually, Cheng Biao, his eyes red, also slowly picked up the microphone.
[If the heart remains, the dream stays, between heaven and earth, there is true love.
Look at success or failure, life is heroic, it’s just starting over from the beginning...]
Emotions are contagious.
The three inebriated n, in the KTV room, arm in arm, were wailing their hearts out the entire afternoon...
"Brothers! Another... another drink! We hit it off at first sight! I... I want to pledge brotherhood with you by swearing over a chicken’s head! I don’t ask to have been born on the sa day in the sa month and year, but I hope to die on the sa day in the sa month and year!"
"No need to hope! Isn’t it just dying on the sa day in the sa month and year? We’ve already died together several tis!"
"Hahaha! Brother, you’re so funny! But I like it!
Co on! Cheers!"
That’s life, shattered, pieced together, reborn...
There is no pain that cannot be healed, no despair that cannot end.
All that is lost will return in another form...
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