The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Why is this advice so unreliable?

Let go of your obsession and think about nothing, and then the money will come back on its own?

Why is this advice so unreliable?

Let go of your obsession and think about nothing, and then the money will come back on its own?

Aren't you just waiting for pie to fall from the sky?

Come to think of it, the other party just happened to be fooled. What on earth was he expecting...

Cheng Biao was slightly disappointed, sighed, lowered his head and drank the wine.

"Hey! Brother Meng, why don't you help me take a look?"

Axing had basically settled the battle over there. He patted his belly and couldn't help but come over and say.

"My master showed me my face and said that my life is not good. I am afraid that my life will be miserable after middle age. Can you help me see if it is true?"

Um……

Killing people, going to jail, and having no adventures after coming out means that your life will be miserable...

Meng Lang secretly said, "Master! Master!"

He looked at Ah Xing carefully for a long time, then frowned.

"Well! Your master is right, your appearance is indeed not good, and there are already signs of decline from peak to peak."

"Ah?" Axing scratched his head.

"What should we do? Is there any way to crack it?"

Although he knew that fortune tellers were prone to scaremongering, Cheng Biao couldn't help but ask after hearing that his little brother would have a miserable future in the rest of his life.

The main reason is that Meng Lang's calculation for him just now was too accurate. I would rather believe that with this kind of mentality, it would come out naturally...

Meng Lang knew that the opportunity to increase the "power of the magic stick" had come!

"Well... I see from your face that you have bad luck with gambling, but you have good luck with it. Do you usually like to gamble a little for fun?"

"No, I usually don't like gambling." Axing shook his head.

"Small gambling doesn't have to be about money; it can also be about spending money on luck!" Meng Lang reminded.

"Oh! By the way! I usually like to buy lottery tickets, but I'm really unlucky. I've only won 5 yuan at most."

"Yeah! That's right!" Meng Lang smiled and nodded.

"Judging from your appearance, your luck in old age is linked to your gambling luck. That is to say, as long as you can break this gambling luck, your fate of prosperity and decline will naturally be destroyed!"

"Ah? But how do you change your gambling luck?"

"Of course you can't do it on your own. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is to make up for the shortcomings by making up for the losses. You have to use other people's gambling luck to help you!"

"Others? Can I do it?" Cheng Biao is indeed very loyal, and he can borrow things like luck whenever he wants.

Meng Lang looked back and forth between the two of them, but shook his head.

"You two are too close, and now your fortunes are entangled, so you can't help him."

"What should we do? Can we just grab someone?"

"Forcing others to do something difficult is detrimental to the way of heaven and will only be counterproductive!"

Meng Lang pondered for a moment, glanced at Ah Xing, then shook his head and sighed.

"That's all, help people until the end."

As he spoke, Meng Lang took the pen and paper beside him, closed his eyes, and wrote a series of numbers on the back of an advertising flyer with a pen, and finally tore it off and handed it to Axing.

"These are the numbers I wrote casually. You can buy lottery tickets according to them. If you win, your gambling luck will change and your bad luck will be solved naturally!"

"Ah? This..."

Cheng Biao looked a little confused.

If you win, the bad luck will naturally collapse?

Does this mean that my brother's chance of cracking bad luck...is the same as winning the lottery?

There is no difference between using this method and not using it!

"Okay! I'll buy it soon!"

Ah Xing didn't think much about it, but Le Diantian took the string of numbers that were said to "bring good luck" and immediately picked up a bottle of wine.

"Come on, little brother Meng, I'll give you a toast. If you win the prize later, each of us will get half of it!"

A few thousand yuan is enough for what? You'd better save it and eat a few more buns.

Just treat it as my advance payment for food.

He smiled and raised his glass.

"Okay, drink!"

The three of them had a drink, and during the dinner, Ah Xing also sang a song "You Will Win If You Work Hard" to cheer up the atmosphere.

Cheng Biao was grateful that Ah Xing was a familiar person, and Meng Lang also felt that their straightforward temperament was quite to his liking.

From strangers to familiarity, the three of them soon became brothers.

Although Meng Lang didn't dare to drink more, he was still persuaded by the two to get drunk.

Ah Xing is generous and can drink well. Even after drinking for a long time, his face didn't even turn red.

Cheng Biao was different. He drank one drink after another, obviously drinking to drown his sorrows, and soon he drank too much.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I, Cheng Biao, swear that I will fight these high technologies forever!

\u0026amp;% @￥ @%\u0026amp;%jijijiguguwuwu..."

Meng Lang was a little confused when he saw Cheng Biao, who was fine one second, losing control of his emotions and crying bitterly the next.

"It's okay, Brother Biao, I'm here! Ah! Don't cry, don't cry!" Axing hugged Cheng Biao and comforted him.

Seeing Meng Lang's surprised look, Axing explained.

"He's drunk and crazy again. Brother Biao has been drinking too much these past few days."

I can understand being drunk and crazy, but I can't understand what he said!

"Brother Biao, what is he saying behind this? Why does it sound like a foreign language?"

"Oh! This is the Gutian dialect of our hometown. Brother Biao likes Biao dialect when he gets drunk.

This kind of thing is said by more than 100,000 people in our villages and towns, and outsiders basically cannot understand it. "

oh! That’s how it turns out…

"Oooh~ I'm so stupid..."

Seeing Brother Biao hiding his face and crying bitterly, Meng Lang couldn't bear it.

Think about it, that’s more than 300 million!

There are only 200,000 people in China with a net worth of over 100 million, and there are probably only 100,000 people with over 300 million.

Whoever it is, from that one in a hundred thousand, suddenly becomes a pauper at the bottom of society, I am afraid that he will collapse instantly...

Even if you don’t have yourself, the fishing rod will be bought by others.

At best, I can only use it as waste, let the sunk capital flow again, and use it on the "tip of the knife" to deal with outsiders, with a clear conscience.

But you still have to sympathize.

But sympathy is sympathy, and if you go to extremes when you have a psychological breakdown, then I can't agree with it!

Isn't it just a failed life?

In terms of times, can you have more times than me?

Do you see me falling apart?

I'm afraid of going bankrupt and just starting over from scratch!

Riding on his drunkenness, Meng Lang picked up the microphone in front of him.

He closed his eyes, and each regret or tragic life flashed through his mind...

[All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories.

I have spent half my life working hard, and tonight I am walking into the wind and rain again.

I can't just go with the flow, for the sake of my beloved relatives.

No matter how hard it is, you must be strong, just for those expectant eyes...]

The slightly deep singing voice gently touched Cheng Biao's heartstrings.

The next moment, the singing suddenly became louder!

【If the heart is there! The dream is here! There is true love between heaven and earth.

See success or failure! Life is heroic! It’s just starting over from scratch...]

Slowly, Cheng Biao, whose eyes were red, also slowly picked up the phone.

[If your heart is in a dream, it will be there. There is true love between heaven and earth.

Looking at success or failure, life is heroic, just starting over from scratch...]

Emotions are contagious.

Three men who were drunk were in the KTV box, holding hands, crying and howling all afternoon...

"Brother! Have another...have another drink! We hit it off right away! I...I want to kill off the chicken head with you! I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day!"

"No need to beg! Wouldn't it be better to die in the same year, same month, and same day? We have already died together many times!"

"Hahaha! Brother, what you say is so funny! But I like it!

Come! Dry! "

Life is like this, broken, pieced together, reborn...

There is no pain that cannot be healed, and there is no sinking that cannot be ended.

Everything lost will come back in another way...