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Lu Pingsheng is very ordinary. It's so ordinary that if you throw it into the crowd, you won't even look at it twice. But he happened to be lucky. So good that every time I turned around, it was like being given a nudge by fate - dodging knives, meeting people, and running into debt. He just picked up a bowl of ginger water and saved a woman in black. From that moment on, Jianghu began to remember him: a person who knew no martial arts but lived a long time; a person who clearly shouldn't be loved, but there were always people who risked their lives for him. Killer Su Zhaoying said: There are only transactions in the world, but no sincerity. Hua Tingyu, the proprietress of Hualou, said: A man's life is usually tied to a woman's hands. Shen Baici, the daughter of a miracle doctor, said: The good luck in you is like medicine. It can save others, but sooner or later it will poison yourself. But the "Tianji Tower" has a price tag in the dark—— News has a price, life has a price, and so does the future. The poster "Mr. Wuxiang" just wants to prove one thing: good luck is not a gift from God, but can be bought, sold, captured, and manufactured. Lu Pingsheng began to doubt: Do they love him, or the "good luck" in him? Is his choice free, or is it a line written by fate? If good luck turned into bills - what would he pay back? This is a book about rivers and lakes, but also about human hearts: There is desire in the sword, and philosophy in the wine glass. When an ordinary person is favored to the extreme, the real problem arises—— Do you dare to ruin a good fortune with your own hands to prove that you are still you?