My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 264 - 189 Starting Over

Chapter 264: Chapter 189 Starting Over

How could this suggestion be so unreliable?

Let go of your obsessions, think about nothing, and then the money will just come 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 come 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 Meng, why don’t you give me a reading?"

Ah Xing had already pretty much settled his business. He patted his stomach and couldn’t help but chime 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?

Meng 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 Meng Lang’s recent prediction for him was too accurate—and because of the attitude ’better safe than sorry’ naturally emerged...

Meng Lang knew his opportunity to increase "Divine Power" had come!

"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 mean just betting money; it can also mean spending money to gamble on luck!" Meng Lang reminded.

"Oh! Right! I do like to buy some lottery tickets usually, but my luck really is bad, I’ve only ever won five bucks at most."

"Hmm! That’s exactly it!" Meng Lang nodded with a smile.

"From your facial features, it seems your fortune in your later years is intertwined with your gambling luck. This means 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 supplement the insufficient. You need someone else’s gambling luck to lend you a hand!"

"Someone else? Can I do it?" Cheng Biao, true to his loyal nature, was willing to ’lend’ his luck just like that.

Meng Lang looked back and forth between the two men 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!"

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

"Forget it, if you’re going to help someone, you might as well help all the way."

With those words, Meng 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 advertisement, then tore it off and handed it to Ah Xing.

"These are some 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 somewhat bemused.

If he wins, the curse will naturally dissolve?

So that means the odds of my buddy breaking his curse... are the same as winning the lottery?

This method, used or not, doesn’t make any difference, right?

"Alright! I’ll buy some right away!"

Ah Xing didn’t think too much, happily taking the string of "lucky" numbers, then grabbed a bottle of booze.

"Come on, Xiao Meng, 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 steamed buns.

Consider it an advance on my meal 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 merrier.

Cheng Biao felt grateful, Ah Xing was a friendly fellow, and Meng Lang found their straightforward characters quite to his liking.

From strangers to familiar, the three became sworn brothers in no time.

Meng 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 became 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 lifetime, I will never coexist under the same sky with these high technologies!

&%@￥@%&% jibber jabber woo woo..."

Watching Cheng Biao, who was just fine a second ago, now crying uncontrollably the next, Meng 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 Meng 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 me?"

"Oh! That’s the ancient Gutian dialect from our hometown. 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, Meng Lang also felt some 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 me, someone else would have bought that fishing rod.

I might at most be considered someone 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 extreme way of coping with psychological collapse!

Isn’t it just one failure in life?

Can you have had more failures than me?

Have you seen me collapse?

What’s there to fear about losing everything, it’s just starting over from scratch!

Riding on the surge of alcohol, Meng 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 become distant memories.

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 moment, 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 men, 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 same day in the same month and year, but I hope to die on the same day in the same month and year!"

"No need to hope! Isn’t it just dying on the same day in the same month and year? We’ve already died together several times!"

"Hahaha! Brother, you’re so funny! But I like it!

Come 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...