If he lost money buying lottery tickets today, he would kill himself.
If he didn't, he would keep living.
That had been Zhang Long's original plan, and the reason he had sat staring into space after entering the shop, without even looking at his phone.
In fact.
If someone casually bought a few dozen yuan's worth of lottery tickets, they would lose money more often than not.
Yet as it turned out, a born unlucky bastard like him, who had never won a prize in his life, had actually won 2,000 yuan this time.
Even heaven didn't want him to die.
Soon, Zhang Long returned, beaming as he held several lottery tickets.
"Master Xiao, which of these tickets will win me 2,000?"
"Just leave them all there. Every ticket will win something. That's the combined amount."
"Holy crap, does that mean my luck really is turning around?"
"Not quite yet. Once you've made it through several major calamities in your life, then you can call yourself lucky."
Zhang Long's smile froze. "What... several more major calamities? What kind of calamities?"
The look in his eyes made it clear that those earlier words had probably had some effect.
In his earlier state, he would likely have been numb and indifferent.
He had barely wanted to live in the first place, so why would he care about calamities?
"Zhang Long, the first major calamity in your future will involve your work. You'll become a courier, but because of someone else, you'll be implicated and framed, face a hefty compensation claim and a lawsuit, and ultimately lose your job... The way to avoid it is simple, too: don't deliver packages. See? Isn't that easy to deal with?"
"Uh... it is pretty simple, but if you hadn't warned me now, Master Xiao, I probably