Did I count as having built up my own luck?
The question circled in Wang Xiaoliang's mind.
He had no answer.
According to the logic of the Book of Fate, as one diminished and another grew, had his own luck increased and been stored up as a result?
The thought suddenly cleared his mind.
The frustration, anger, and resentment he had felt over being deceived and over that ten thousand yuan had now vanished. He felt as though he stood on a higher plane, looking down on the entire course of events. What he had gained and lost had long since become more than a simple matter of money.
With that weight off his mind, he felt lighter all over.
Wang Xiaoliang got out of bed, took out his phone, set up the stand, dipped his brush in ink, and began to write.
Perhaps because his state of mind had changed, the characters he wrote in one uninterrupted flow seemed to have a distinctive charm. Some were bold and powerful, others graceful and free, as though they held some indescribable vitality.
He quickly finished filming.
He chose a simple, lilting guqin piece for the background music and, after a little editing, uploaded the video to the platform.
With all that done, he tidied everything away.
His phone screen lit up, and a WeChat message popped up.
It was Luo Bisheng.
"Xiaoliang, the staff said you quit?"
Wang Xiaoliang was a little surprised by the message.
He replied, "Yes, I quit."
The reply came almost instantly.
"Just wait. When my boss left, she said that if you quit because of us, she'd get revenge for you!"
An angry reaction image followed.
Revenge?
Wang Xiaoliang was utterly baffled.
He replied, "I did quit, but it wasn't because of you! Why would she