The weather in summer changes ruthlessly, and heavy rain comes in the blink of an eye.

Meng Qian ran under 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. He could only blame the hidden rules. The job competition in excellent companies is fierce and the quota is limited. He is good at flattering, and the dedication must be given priority.

Meng Qian had just entered society and couldn't stand flattery and couldn't play with the unspoken rules. However, his boss was an old witch who loved to eat young and handsome guys. He got on the bed with a handsome intern and got down to the bed, and defeated Meng Qian with better grades, and even said that he had strong interpersonal abilities.

Bah! Meng Qian spitted, but he was so disgusting! If he really pretended to be a grandson, he would be disgusting himself - he suddenly turned his head and there was an old white-bearded Taoist standing beside him, with a bun tied hair, a Hunyuan hat, and a whisk in his hand, which was quite fairy-like.

The old Taoist priest was also looking at him. When he saw Meng Qian turn his head, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "Little brother, look at your expression, I'm afraid everything is going wrong recently."

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

"I know a little bit." The old Taoist priest proudly stroked his white beard.

Meng Qian was not interested in fortune-telling: "But I don't believe in these people who pretend to be a god. Taoist priest, you should go and fool me somewhere else. I'm in a bad mood today, afraid of talking to you!"

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

"Then do you know how to resolve it?" Meng Qian sneered.

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

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

"When you get through the most urgent troubles in front of you, you will turn bad luck into good luck; if you seize the opportunity, your life will be prosperous."

Meng Qian took out a note and sent him: "Master, I am a plain person and don't understand these mysterious things. If you want to help me - give me a "suggestion" to a double-color ball number? Or give me another chance to become a tycoon like Jack Ma and Bill Gates, what will the money belong to you?"

The old Taoist priest pushed his hand away and pointed at him: "If you believe in the matter of fate, you will have it; if you don't believe in it, you will not have it. If you are destined to be, you will remind me, it has nothing to do with money."

After the words came, the old Taoist priest turned around and left.

Meng Qian wondered, this old Taoist is different from the martial arts warlocks who cheated on food and drink in the past, so he doesn’t even want to give money?

But it's good that I'll end up in purity.

The rain had weakened, and Meng Qian had no time to think about it, so he quickly crossed the small square in the park and planned to take a ride opposite. When the person ran to the square, the strange reminder suddenly came from his heart. With a sudden crackling sound, a purple lightning flash fell from the sky.

Meng Qian, who was running in the middle of the square, unfortunately became the most conspicuous human-shaped lightning rod. He immediately pointed it above his head. When his eyes turned black, his head smoked and then fell forward, lying straight. It was secluded on the rainy day, and no one noticed this scene at all.

The rain continued to fall, wet Meng Qian's whole body. After about a minute, his fingers moved, then opened his eyes, and he regained consciousness. He hurriedly got up, spitted a few mouthfuls of muddy saliva, and then nervously touched his intact body. He was struck by lightning just now?

"You have a bloody disaster."

Thinking of the Taoist priest's reminder just now, Meng Qian felt a chill on his back, and looked around, and felt a sense of horror in his heart, and he immediately ran away... He got on the bus smoothly, thinking about the horror experience he had just happened. Before he could not decide, he found strange symbols flashing in front of his eyes.

He blinked, and the symbol disappeared.

But not long after, the symbols and more contents reappeared. Meng Qian rubbed his eyes and saw that it was a damn thing! He felt something more in his head: some kind of information was constantly instilled in him, accompanied by a deep feeling of fatigue. He shook his head and drove away the sleepiness.

After the bus arrived at the station, he hurried back to the dormitory.

He went to look in the mirror first, but he didn't notice the strangeness of his eyes, but his tiredness swept over.

Almost the moment he lay on the bed, his head touched the pillow, the dream swallowed him like a tide.

Meng Qian had a strange and long dream, and his prayers to the old Taoist priest became true. He won the lottery, became a tycoon, reached the peak of his life's glory, and married a wife who was as beautiful as a flower. But when he wanted to take further action, the picture darkened and he woke up.

"I can't even see the ending of having a beautiful dream!" Meng Qian couldn't help but complain about his luck. But when he went to recall, a strange scene reappeared: the scene in the dream reappeared in his mind, his consciousness soared freely like a bird, and below was a magnificent ocean of data.

Previous symbols and numbers are transformed into understandable information in your mind.

He could understand the content of the "sea" below. After it was digitized, it became a ball. He concentrated on it. His consciousness seemed to fall into the water. A sense of suffocation immediately emerged, and information followed. The deeper he "dives", the richer the content he showed and more advanced.

He insisted on stabilizing this state and touching the "virtual reality" area. The content was like a clear spring to his mind. What was even more amazing was that he understood wherever he went. But the more he felt more uncomfortable, until he approached the limit, he was forced to return to reality.

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

"You want to help me, give me a double color ball number? Or give me another chance to become a tycoon like Jack Ma and Bill Gates."

etc!

Isn’t this what he hoped the old Taoist priest can achieve?

With a lot of doubts, he returned to the state with fatigue. This time he chose to observe it quickly and found that in addition to software, it also has energy, biological, materials and other areas that he can contact - but needs consciousness to fight against that deep sense of oppression.

After a shocking browsing, Meng Qian found that the greater the oppression that any content that is profound and excessively advanced will give him. He can get in touch with the shallow areas, but the deep areas will be powerless. After summarizing what he sees, he can confirm that these are all scientific and technological technologies in various fields.

Meng Qian's consciousness was withdrawn and the picture disappeared.

He was sure that there had been a strange change in himself, which might be the mysterious old Taoist or the purple lightning bolt - he suddenly punched his fist in the air, his speed was normal, and it seemed that he had not become a "Flash". But the current weirdness is no less than the incarnation of the Flash.

If he could bring out a certain advanced technology, wouldn’t it be developed?

Following him, he suddenly remembered another thing: Where is the lottery?

Although he felt it was absurd, how could it be possible... but he really found a bunch of numbers! Meng Qian couldn't help but slap himself. It hurts very much, it's not a dream.

Multiple choice questions follow: Do you buy it or not?

Meng Qian took out his laptop and opened the web page. It is now the summer of 2013. There are many lottery sales stations on the Internet, and buying lottery tickets is very convenient. Although many people say that lottery is a scam, the dream is right in front of you. If you don’t try it, would you just rely on fantasy?

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

He logged into a large lottery sales website and simulated the number selection standards, with the standards being 6 red balls and 1 blue balls, but he has ten numbers, so he cannot determine which period it is. So the number and period number must be voted at. He still has more than 1,000 yuan in his card, and he has to have to have a meal in the future... he has to calculate and balance.

Finally, his plan came out, with no blind spots covering the betting, and Jiuhong and Yilan cost 168 yuan. Considering the uncertain date, he chased for five consecutive periods, totaling 840 yuan. If he doubled the investment, he would gain even greater. But the reality is that he did not have doubled the funds at all. He was not even sure whether he could make the investment.

Everyone, including those who don’t buy lottery tickets, have fantasized about the scene of winning the jackpot: calculating interest, on average every day, thinking about how to be free and rich in the future... Meng Qian is an action-oriented person, even if the hope is slim, even if it is just his own random thought, it is worth trying.
Chapter completed!