"The world is so big, I want to see it."

From the beginning of this sentence, it has become an excuse for those who have money and leisure to eat and have nothing to do, and it sounds like feelings - just like those who ignore the situation in front of them, shouting poetry and distance every day - and for Zhao Xiang, it is too illusory.

Zhao Xiang has no feelings, to be precise, he is a pragmatic person, firmly believing that "the economic base determines the superstructure", and therefore, when he stood in front of reporters wearing the mask of the Monkey King, what he was thinking about was some trivial and realistic little things.

A young female reporter asked him: "Will you achieve some unfulfilled ideals after you get the huge bonus?" ”

Zhao Xiang was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, the reporter asked again: "What is your ideal?" ”

It seems that this is a very unprofessional journalist.

Under the mask, Zhao Xiang closed his eyes.

Everyone waited for a full ten seconds before he opened his eyes and said, "Don't talk to me about ideals, I've quit." ”

Out of the sports lottery center, Zhao Xiang turned the taxi three times for Didi twice, and after several rounds to the designated bank to go through the check exchange procedures, he came out and transferred the car several times.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the waiting hall of the train station, the mobile phone "ding", and the text message reminded that the money had arrived.

Looking at his phone, it didn't feel real, so he went to the ATM and withdrew a thousand yuan, but he didn't look at the balance because there were other people lining up behind him to withdraw money.

When the train arrived at the station, he did not get off the train, but chose to pay the ticket to the next station, the city he was also familiar with.

Zhao Xiang doesn't think he is poor, although that salary is really pitiful for buying a car and a house, but it is enough for a single dog to live a comfortable life, and it can also be said that he doesn't have too intuitive feelings about money - the 1,000 yuan he took out three months ago in cash has not been spent yet. The advancement of technology and the popularity of mobile payments have made his daily life without touching cash at all.

It was only when he walked into Wanda that he couldn't help but buy a lot of things, which gave him a more intuitive understanding of himself: he was not without material desires, but he was suppressed.

When he walked out of Wanda, Zhao Xiang felt that he was a stupid hat, carrying such a lot of things, not to mention walking, it was inconvenient to take a car.

The lights on the square were brilliant, and Zhao Xiang, a new tyrant with a net worth of 230 million, sat on the edge of the flower garden and watched the people come and go, smoking the newly bought China one after another. No one gave him a second glance, not even a pile of shopping bags at his feet.

Looking through the address book on the mobile phone, there were more than 300 people, but they couldn't find anyone to chat with.

I wanted to find someone to share this complicated feeling, but found that the person in the phone would either ask him for money directly, or would feel that he was showing off.

Zhao Xiang patted his head painfully.

A beautiful woman walked by with a little Zhengtai, slender and white legs, and the syllables of high heels colliding on the stone slab, which were very beautiful.

Zhao Xiang felt that it didn't seem to be so painful.

"Mom, Mars is going to hit the Earth!" Xiao Zhengtai shook his mother's hand hard and pointed to the sky and shouted.

But his beautiful mother didn't look up, but lifted Xiao Zhengtai off the ground: "Hurry up, Dad is waiting for us." ”

"Mommy, Mommy! Mars is really going to hit the Earth...... Summon Ultraman! ”

Zhao Xiang looked in the direction that Xiao Zhengtai pointed, and a fireball rolled in between the gray and black skyline.

There was a faint sound of thunder surging in the air, buzzing in his ears, Zhao Xiang patted his ears sideways, and a small piece of earwax actually fell out.

The noise gradually became louder, but not so real, only the rumbling vibration, the frequency getting higher and higher, and the sirens of the cars parked on the side of the road sounded one after another.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and stopped to watch, the sound became more and more dull, the vibration became more and more intense, and the fireball became bigger and bigger, turning from red to white, and the white light illuminated the entire night sky, stabbing people from opening their eyes.

I don't know who ran first, and then after that, the whole square immediately looked like an ant's nest that had been smashed, and everyone scurried around without direction.

Zhao Xiang's eyes were stabbed uncomfortably by the strong light, and like the few people who did not run, he held his mobile phone to record a video.

This phenomenon was seen in Russia a few years ago, when meteorites come into close contact with the atmosphere, emit a bright light, and either burn up or fly away from the Earth.

Zhao Xiang was not worried that the meteorite would fall directly on his head at all.

"Lying grass!" Zhao Xiang finally knew what it meant to "have a small probability of happening", and the ball of light that fell from the sky came straight to him.

I remember that a director of the lottery center told him that the probability of winning a jackpot of more than 200 million is about the same as the probability of being hit by a meteorite......

His mind was spinning rapidly, and his instinct made him want to jump up and run with those people, but reason told him: It's better to sit and wait for death, you can't run away.

I can't help but feel a trace of resentment in my heart: I just won the jackpot!

The white light was so strong that Zhao Xiang felt uncomfortable even with his eyes closed.

The moment the meteorite hit the ground, everyone stopped, they saw very clearly, the meteorite was not big, the speed did not seem to be very fast, and a large crater with a diameter of seven or eight meters was smashed on the flower bed, but it was not earth-shattering as imagined, just a dull sound.

The glass of the buildings within a few hundred meters shattered and fell with a clatter.

In a car not far away, Xiao Zhengtai shook his mother's hand and shouted, "Mom, Mom, the uncle who was sitting there just now was eaten!" ”

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The ball of light was not very large, and Zhao Xiang was suspended in it, trying to straighten his body, but his hands and feet still couldn't touch the edge. In the white chaos inside the ball of light, there is no strength, but outside the chaos, it can be seen clearly.

The light and shadow are staggered, and the light is strange - the ball of light took Zhao Xiang to fall in the endless space, and then fell heavily on the flat ground on the top of a mountain, submerged into the forest, and there was still no earth-shattering sound, just like a muffled thunder in the distance.

The ground shook for a moment, startling a roosting bird, and then the light of the ball of light was exhausted, and the surface was dimmed, and the brightness was not even as bright as the bright moon in the sky, and the chaotic air circulation inside looked more like a water ball.

Twenty or thirty meters away was an ancient temple, old and dilapidated, and when it hit the ground, it shook and several black tiles fell down and broke into pieces on the stone slabs.

A black dog slipped out of the temple, circled around the ball of light, and barked wildly.

A black-clothed Taoist priest with white hair also walked over from the temple and drank the black dog. The Taoist priest looked at the ball of light, and Zhao Xiang in the sphere also looked at him.

Zhao Xiang struggled hard in the sphere, but to no avail.

Lao Dao saw it clearly, stopped and pushed the ball, knocked it with his hand, and then put it on and listened, and then stood by the light ball at a loss.

This sphere looks like a water balloon, warm and soft to the touch, but no matter how much you try, you can't get into half a minute, and the more you push, the harder and more hard the surface becomes.

Zhao Xiang, who was trapped in the chaos, saw it clearly, and thought that he was saved now - but unfortunately he wanted to shout but couldn't, and he struggled to writhe in the chaos, and he couldn't cause the slightest movement of the stone. Exhausted, he could only resign himself to fate, begging for something that Lao Dao could get out of with a stroke of his brain.