My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 190 Start all over again
Why is this suggestion so unreliable?
Let go of obsessions, think about nothing, and then the money will come back by itself?

Why is this suggestion so unreliable?
Let go of obsessions, think about nothing, and then the money will come back by itself?

Isn't this just waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Thinking about it, it was just that the other party just happened to be fooled by it, so what was I expecting...

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

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

Over there, Ah Xing had basically resolved the battle. He patted his stomach and couldn't help but leaned over and said.

"My master showed me my face and said that my fate is not good. I am afraid that after middle age, I will have a bleak end. Can you help me find out if it is true?"

Ok……

Killing people, going to jail, and not having any adventures after coming out, isn't it just a bleak evening...

Meng Lang secretly said, "Master, master!"
He looked at Ah Xing carefully for a long time, then frowned.

"Hmm! Your master is right. You really don't look good, and there are already signs of prosperity and decline at this time."

"Huh?" Ah Xing scratched his head.

"Then what should I do? Is there a way to crack it?"

Although he knew that fortune-telling was a way of scaremongering, but Cheng Biao couldn't help asking when he heard that his younger brother's later life was miserable.

The main thing is that Meng Lang's calculations for himself just now were too accurate, and he would rather believe that he would come out naturally with this mentality...

Meng Lang knew that there was an opportunity to increase the power of the "magic stick"!

"Hmm... I can see from your face that your luck in gambling is not good, but it is continuous. Do you usually like to gamble for fun?"

"No, I usually don't like to gamble." A Xing shook his head.

"A small gamble doesn't have to be a money gamble, it can also be a money gamble on luck!" Meng Lang reminded.

"Oh! That's right! I usually like to buy some lottery tickets, but I'm really unlucky. I only won 5 yuan at most."

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

"From the looks of it, your fortune in your later years is linked to gambling luck, that is to say, as long as you can break the gambling luck, the fate of prosperity and decline will naturally be broken!"

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

"Of course you can't rely on yourself. As the saying goes, the way of heaven is to make up for what is not enough. You have to use other people's gambling luck to help you!"

"Others? Can I do it?" Cheng Biao was really loyal, and he borrowed things like luck.

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

"The relationship between the two of you is too close, and now your fortunes are entangled, so there is no way to help him."

"Then what should we do? Just grab someone and come here?"

"What is difficult for the strong will harm the way of heaven, and it will only be counterproductive!"

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

"Forget it, help people to the end."

As Meng Lang said, he took the pen and paper on the side, closed his eyes, and wrote a string of numbers on the back of an advertising leaflet with the pen, then tore it off and handed it to Ah Xing.

"This is a number I wrote down at random. You buy a lottery ticket according to it. If you win, the luck of the bet will change, and the bad luck will be solved naturally!"

"Ah? This..."

Cheng Biao's face was a little confused.

If it hits the mark, will the bad luck disintegrate naturally?
Meaning my bro's odds of cracking bad luck... are the same as winning the lottery?
There is no difference between using this method and not using it!

"Okay! I'll buy it in a while!"

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

"Come on, Brother Meng, I'll toast you, and we'll each win half of the prize!"

Why are thousands of yuan enough? You should save a few more buns.

Just treat it as my advance payment for food.

He smiled and raised his glass.

"Okay, drink!"

The three of you have a drink and I have a drink. During the banquet, A Xing also sang a song "Love to fight to win" to add to the fun, and the atmosphere gradually became warmer.

Cheng Biao was grateful, A Xing was a familiar person, and Meng Lang also felt that the straightforward temperament of the two was quite to his liking.

From stranger to familiarity, the three of them became brothers in a short while.

Although Meng Lang didn't dare to drink too much, he was still persuaded by the two to drink a little too much.

Ah Xing is bold and has a good capacity for alcohol. He didn't even blush after drinking for a long time.

Cheng Biao was different, one cup after another, obviously using alcohol to drown his sorrows, and he drank too much after a while.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L K K L L I S
I, Cheng Biao, swear in my life that I will never die with these high technologies!

&%@￥@%&% jiji woo woo woo..."

Seeing Cheng Biao, who was fine one second, lose control and cry the next, Meng Lang was a little confused.

"It's okay, Brother Biao, I'm here! Ah! Don't cry, don't cry!" Ah Xing comforted Cheng Biao with his arms around him.

Seeing Meng Lang's surprised face, Ah Xing explained.

"Drinking crazy again, brother Biao has been drinking too much these days."

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

"Brother Biao, what did you say behind this? Why does it sound like a foreign language?"

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

This kind of talk is only spoken by 10,000+ people in our village and town, and outsiders basically don't understand it. "

Oh!It turned out to be like this...

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

Seeing brother Biao covering his face and weeping bitterly, meng lang couldn't bear it.

Think about it too, that's more than [-] million!
There are only 20 people with a domestic net worth of over 3 million, and those with more than 10 million may not have [-].

Whoever it is, from that one in [-], suddenly becomes a pauper at the bottom of society, I'm afraid they will collapse instantly...

Even if he doesn't have himself, the fishing rod will be bought by others.

At best, I can only be regarded as waste utilization, so that the sunken capital can flow again, and it can be used on the "knife tip" to deal with outsiders, with a clear conscience.

But sympathy should be sympathetic.

But sympathy belongs to sympathy. If you go to extremes after your mental breakdown, then I cannot agree!
Isn't it just a failed life?
On the number of times you can have more than me?

Do you see me breaking down?
Afraid of going bankrupt, but starting all over again!
Taking advantage of the swell of alcohol, Meng Lang picked up the microphone in front of him.

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

【All the honors of yesterday have become distant memories.

I have spent half my life in hard work, and tonight I have entered the wind and rain again.

I can't go up and down with the waves, for my beloved ones.

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

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

The next moment, the singing voice instantly became high-pitched!

[If your 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 all over again…]

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

[If the heart is in the dream, there is true love between heaven and earth.

Looking at success or failure, life is heroic, but it’s just starting all over again...]

Emotions are contagious.

Three men who were drinking high, just in this KTV box, hooked their shoulders, and howled heart-piercingly all afternoon...

"Brother! Have... another drink! We hit it off right away! I... I want to beg 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 ask! Isn't it the same year, the same month, the same day? We have died together several times already!"

"Hahaha! Brother, you are so funny! But I like it!
Come!Dry! "

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

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

All that is lost will come back in another way...

(End of this chapter)