On a rainy day, Zeng Xiaoqiang, a delivery boy, was fined, dumped, and evicted from his rental house. He squatted on the roadside and got soaked like a dog kicked into a ditch.
Then an old man in gray robe handed over the copper bell, and a blue APP appeared on the phone - "Good Luck Recycling".
Take a chance and take your luck.
Call me a waste? Your pants got wet in public.
Fine me fifty? You lose thirty thousand playing cards.
Bring four bodyguards to beat me? A collective misfortune—one has a sprained foot, one has a broken phone screen, one has lost his wallet, and his wife wants a divorce.
Did your ex-girlfriend break up because she was too poor? Accepting your luck in choosing a spouse, your new boyfriend cheated on you the next day.
Rich second generation luxury car stuck in traffic? Touch you, the limited edition Rolls-Royce scratches the wall itself.
Luck is there when you don't care. Now, it's mine.
He is not a perfect good guy, nor is he a purely bad guy.
He holds a grudge but is measured, is venomous but warm, enjoys revenge but does not kill innocent people indiscriminately.
He steals the luck of those who bully him, steals the luck of those who oppress him, steals the luck of his enemies, but never steals the luck of old people and children, and never steals the luck of saving lives.
Did he steal his mother's luck? No, he would only trade his luck for his mother's safety when he had to.
Did he steal the aliens' luck? Yes, to protect the earth and ordinary people like him.
Because his misfortune is your doom - but his good luck will also make those innocent people's lives better.
