There are so many strange people in the world that they can be called messy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

You never know what a person will end up with, at least not the [braggart] Bulter.

First of all, he is one hundred and fifty years old this year, occupying most of the total life span of more than two hundred years, he can be regarded as an old man, and secondly, he is a beggar.

Bout's nickname was given to him by others, because this old man-level beggar always likes to brag, saying how much he once had, how many lovers he once had, and how he ended up on the streets, given that the ups and downs in those stories are very exciting, and he can always tell the stories he tells decently, and he can't even find a little logical loophole, many people are willing to listen.

In fact, those stories are real, yes, Boult, the former president of the Great Chamber of Commerce, who single-handedly established his own business group, ended up living on the streets, relying on government subsidies to eat, and then living with other beggars in abandoned uninhabited buildings.

He used to be so high-spirited, he couldn't live forever.

He is a wizard of the second ring, he can make thunder and lightning at will, is familiar with the rune group that is now known, has mastered more than two dozen commonly used and non-ordinary magic, has super physical fitness, almost superhuman, but lost in business to a first-ring, unqualified warrior.

It turns out that strength does not mean intelligence.

And he failed completely, and then all attempts to stand up failed.

After all, the gap he experienced was still too great.

There are beggars, homeless people in every city, there are always some people who fail in the race of life, or simply people who lie on the track and don't want to get up, and every city also has a place for them, such as unmanned building complexes, which are seven or eight abandoned buildings, no one knows how they were abandoned, only that the original owner died, and no one else was willing to buy this place, and the government did not say that they wanted to tear it down and rebuild, so over time, it became a place for them.

Boult is like a shining meteor.

He rose very fast, so that everyone was frightened, at the age of eighteen he entered the shopping mall, where he helped, at the age of twenty he saved up all the money to buy tools, sold food on the street, at the age of twenty-two he had his own capital, opened a chamber of commerce of his own, it only took three years, after a series of miraculously smooth large-scale transactions were successful, he entered the circle of high fame and fortune, everything smoothly can be directly used as novel material.

But fate is like a ruthless and unpredictable operaman, which gives him good business talent, enough brains, and finally almost superhuman luck, and finally overturns everything and lets him live here.

What else could he do?

Having lost everything, he can only sit here and tell his story to others.

That's all true, but no one believes it.

In those stories, the treacherous and cunning dwarven merchants, the elven beauties who love art and dance, the sleek little people who know how to advance and retreat and know how to use the wisdom of survival, the wisdom game made by spending a lot of effort, and the ambitious self at the beginning, are all true, but why don't they want to believe it?

Maybe it's because it's too decadent now, and the contrast is too great in their opinion?

In fact, being a beggar is also learned.

If you have been dedicated for a long time, you can even write a book as a beggar.

Because observing words and emotions is a science, he can accurately judge who has met a happy event, go up and say a pleasing auspicious word to get a little more reward, who is in a bad mood, it is best to bypass, which place can make the most money, which place people throw the least coins.

No one wants to live without having to pay anything, and the same goes for those who don't need to struggle, because they don't need to have someone else to help them struggle, and the same goes for beggars.

Boult has always felt that it is because God has concentrated all his luck on the most glorious years of his life that his later life will be so unlucky, if it is true, then he would rather spread his luck evenly to the rest of his life, in that case, although he may not be rich and rich, at least a lifetime of peace and security is certain.

Unless cornered and born a moth, who would want to be a beggar?

"Okay, okay, which kind person will reward me with bread... ”

He searched for a long time, and finally found a man and a woman, they will definitely give money, although it looks no different from the others, but he has never seen them in this city, so these are two outsiders, looking at their appearance is to travel, definitely not to go into the city to work hard, then you can be sure, they have money, there must be, then they are also very likely to be willing to give a few copper coins, let him buy bread for dinner.

The man behaved unexpectedly, as if he had seen something interesting, and he was very generous with his hand, taking out a silver coin.

"If you answer my question, the silver will be yours, how about it?"

It's just a question? That's too simple, he just wants him to say what the person in front of him wants to hear, it's not difficult at all, and it's not a joke to look at him, he can still see this, his rich experience is enough to face all kinds of questions, he has answered difficult, there are language traps, there are guidance and fraud, and in the end, as long as the other party is satisfied, he should be able to get the silver coin, rich people always like this, he has personal experience.

"Of course, good Samaritan, what do you want to ask me?"

"I'll give you this thing first, you won't be able to run anyway. ”

The silver coin landed in his jacket pocket with great precision, and then, the air around him froze a little, as he said, he couldn't just turn around and run away with the silver coin before answering the question.

"I have only one question. "You ask. ”

"I see that you have hands and feet, sound limbs, and not weak mental strength. The man looked him up and down, rubbed his chin, and made an overall assessment of him: "There is no disability and no mental problems, how can you go to the street to be a beggar?" ”

Speaking of the most glorious time of his life, he tried to shorten the time of the narration as much as possible, so as not to be impatient and cause the silver coins to be withdrawn, but the look of pride and nostalgia was still overflowing.

It wasn't until after he finished saying that he sighed heavily: "That's why I became a beggar." ”

"Don't you think it's weird?" "What... What?"

"You're a wizard, right?" the man's spiritual power swept up a gust of wind, "And it's the second ring, I can feel it in you, you can enter the sea of consciousness, and the wizard's strength will not decline until he is about to die, so don't you feel strange?

"I'm trying to start all over again, and I'm trying to be a big man in business again, just like I was at that time! But fate never favored me, and all my attempts failed... "Then I see why you're here. ”“？”

"Your goal was too big from the beginning, and your wealth and knowledge were not accumulated too much, because you were lucky that you had come to that point, and you were going to perform a miracle that could not have been successful. ”

"Look at me. He leaned down and squatted down on the old beggar who was kneeling in front of him, "I used to be a beggar, but I live a good life, the goal was set so far from the beginning, it is strange to succeed, my advice to you is, it is best not to play difficult at the beginning, find a place to move bricks, or wash dishes or something." ”

"What about you, find an hourly room, spend a price of fifty copper coins to wash your whole body, wash it, your body is too dirty, don't pick up and sip clean, and then, change into a suitable clothes, at least not so tattered, and then find a construction site, or a place to recruit security guards, and live a good life, so, it's strange that you're like this, a good person is not appropriate, you have to kneel on the ground and beg for someone?"

"You can stand up with confidence, right?"

With that, the two men turned and left, a special day for him.

In fact, his situation is obvious, he is obsessed with the glory of the past, and wants to return to the level of that time again, to complete things that are equivalent to hellish difficulty, generally, he can't do it, this goal is too ambitious, so he failed several times, and finally chose to give up on himself.

He has a lot of perseverance, at least in the experience he said, he tried a total of five times, five ups and downs, and most people should have given up, but he was too sharp, in a word: he is a heartless person.

If this person really starts from a job that only requires physical strength, such as street sweeping, he can at least support himself, if nothing is too big.

As for whether you can listen to it, it's not someone else's business.