The summer weather is unforgiving, and heavy rain comes in the blink of an eye.

Meng Qian, who was a soup chicken, ran to the eaves to hide from the rain, and his mood was as bad as the weather. Just ten minutes ago, he was just fired by the company, and he can only blame the unspoken rules, the competition for positions in excellent companies is fierce, and the number of places is limited, and those who are good at sycophants and dedication must be given priority.

Meng Qian has just stepped into society, and he can't get used to sycophants, and he can't play with the unspoken rules, but his boss is an old witch who loves to eat small fresh meat.

Phew! Meng Qian spat and spitted, fart interpersonal relationship! If you really pretend to be a grandson, it will be disgusting to yourself - he suddenly turned his head consciously, and at some point there stood a white-bearded old man beside him, with his hair in a bun, wearing a mixed yuan hat, and holding a whisk in his hand, quite a bit of fairy wind bones.

The old Taoist priest was also looking at him, and when he saw Meng Qian turn his head, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Little brother, looking at your expression, I'm afraid that things have not been going well recently." ”

"You can also tell fortunes?" Meng Qian disagreed.

"I know a little bit about it." The old Taoist priest proudly stroked his gray beard.

Meng Qian was not interested in fortune telling: "But I don't believe in these pretending to be ghosts, Dao Chief, you better go elsewhere." I'm in a bad mood today, I'm afraid to speak at you! ”

The old Taoist priest smiled and said to himself, "You have a bloody disaster. ”

"And then you know how to dissolve?" Meng Qian scoffed.

The old Taoist priest was not angry: "I can't resolve it for you, but I can give you some guidance and help you master your luck." ”

"And when will I have good luck?" Meng Qian was also bored, and the rain was too heavy.

"When you get through the most pressing troubles in front of you, you will be able to turn evil into good fortune; Seize the opportunity, and life will soar. ”

Meng Qian took out a ticket and sent him away: "Dao Chief, I am a layman, and I don't understand these mysterious things. If you want to help me - give me a 'point of view' on a two-color ball number? Or give me another chance to become a tycoon like Jack Ma and Bill Gates, and the money will be yours? ”

The old Taoist priest pushed his hand away, brushed the dust and nodded at him: "The matter of fate, if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you and I will remind you if you have a fate, and it has nothing to do with money." ”

When the words fell, the old Taoist priest turned around and left.

Meng Qian wondered, this old way is different from the warlocks who cheated on food and drink in the past, don't give money?

But it's also good that I end up clean.

The rain had already subsided, and Meng Qian didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly crossed the small square of the park, planning to take a ride on the opposite side. When the person ran to the square, the old Taoist priest's strange reminder suddenly appeared in his heart, and with a cold crackle, a purple lightning bolt fell from the sky.

Meng Qian, who was running wet in the middle of the square, unfortunately became the most conspicuous humanoid lightning rod, and this time he pointed above his head impartially. Secluded on a rainy day, no one noticed the scene at all.

The light rain continued to fall, drenching Meng Qian's whole body, about a minute later, his fingers moved, and then he opened his eyes, the whole person regained consciousness, hurriedly got up, spit a few mouthfuls of muddy saliva, and nervously touched his intact body, was struck by lightning just now?

"You've got a blood-light plague."

Thinking of the Taoist priest's reminder, Meng Qian's back was cold, he looked left and right, and there was a sense of horror in his heart, and he immediately pulled out his legs and ran away...... Successfully got on the bus, thinking about the terrifying encounter just now, and while he was frightened, he found that strange symbols flashed in front of him.

He blinked, and the symbol vanished.

But it didn't take long for the symbols and more content to reappear, Meng Qian rubbed his eyes, what a hell! He felt something more in his head: something about what was being poured into him, accompanied by a deep sense of weariness. He shook his head, saway the sleepiness.

After waiting for the bus to arrive at the station, he hurried back to the dormitory.

He went to look in the mirror first, and found no strangeness in his eyes, but tiredness swept over.

Almost as soon as he lay down on the bed and his head touched the pillow, the dream engulfed him like a tide.

Meng Qian had a strange and long dream, his prayers to the old Taoist priest came true, he won the lottery, became a tycoon, walked to the pinnacle of life, and married a wife who was like a flower. But when he was about to move further, as soon as the picture went dark, he woke up.

"I can't even dream a sweet dream!" Meng Qian couldn't help but complain about his luck. But when he recalled, a strange scene reappeared: the image from the dream reappeared in his mind, his consciousness soaring freely like a bird, and below him was a magnificent ocean of data.

The previous symbols and numbers are transformed into comprehensible information in the mind.

He was able to comprehend the contents of the "sea" below, and it was digitized and stirred, and he concentrated on it, and his consciousness seemed to sink headlong into the water, and the feeling of suffocation immediately came to him, and the information came with it. The deeper he "dives", the richer and more advanced the content he shows.

He persisted, stabilized this state, and went to touch the "virtual reality" area, and the content flowed into his mind like a clear spring, and what was even more amazing was that he understood almost wherever he went. But the further down he went, the more uncomfortable it became, until he was close to his limit, and he was forced to return to reality.

Meng Qian wiped the sweat from his face, why is this happening?

"Do you want to help me and give me a 'point of view' for a two-color ball number? Or give me another chance to become a tycoon like Jack Ma and Bill Gates. ”

Wait a minute!

Isn't this what he wants the old Taoist priest to achieve?

Filled with doubts, he re-entered the state despite his weariness, this time choosing to take a quick look, and found that in addition to the software, it also had areas of energy, biology, materials, and so on, which he could touch—but it required consciousness to fight the deep sense of oppression.

After a shocking browsing, Meng Qian found that all the content that was advanced and excessively advanced gave him a greater sense of oppression. He can reach the shallow areas, but he can't do anything about the deep ones. After summarizing what he saw, he can be sure that this is all science and technology in various fields.

Meng Qian's consciousness retracted, and the picture disappeared.

He was sure that a strange change had taken place in him, perhaps because of the mysterious old way, or maybe it was because of the purple lightning - he suddenly threw a punch in the air, and the speed was normal, and it seemed that he had not become "The Flash". But the current eccentricity is no less than incarnating the Flash.

If he can bring out a certain advanced technology, wouldn't it be developed?

Then he suddenly remembered another thing: what about the lottery?

Although he thought it was absurd, how could it be...... But it really turned out a bunch of numbers! Meng Qian couldn't help but slap himself, it hurt, it wasn't a dream.

Multiple choice questions followed: To buy or not to buy?

Meng Qian took out his laptop,Open the web page,It's the summer of 2013,There are a lot of color stations on the Internet,It's very convenient to buy color. Although many people say that the lottery is a fraud, but the dream is right in front of you, don't try it just by fantasy?

If you buy it, you will lose a few hundred dollars at most; If you don't buy it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

He landed on a large lottery website, simulating the selection of numbers, the standard is 6 red balls and 1 blue ball, but he has ten numbers, and he can't be sure which period. Therefore, the number and the number of periods must be chased. He still has more than 1,000 yuan in his card, and he will have to eat in the future...... Equilibrium must be calculated.

In the end, his plan came out, betting without dead end coverage, nine red and one blue to 168 yuan, and then considering the date is uncertain, he chased five consecutive periods, a total of 840 yuan, if you double the investment, the harvest is greater. But the reality is that he simply didn't have the money to double it. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to shoot.

Everyone, including those who don't buy lottery tickets, has fantasized about winning the jackpot: calculating the interest, averaging it every day, thinking about how to be chic and how to be a tyrant in the future...... Meng Qian is a man of action, even if there is little hope, even if it is just his own nonsense, it is worth trying.

The order is done, and whether it can be hit can only be relied on luck. Meng Qian has had a bad time lately, and he hopes to have a good start to wash away bad luck. Of course, he didn't pin his hopes on the lottery, the lottery can be faked, his own strength is the last word, he has to do a lot of preparation.