Probability Avenue

Wu Ming, bookstore librarian/tea mixer. A mathematical genius who refused to receive a million-dollar annual salary and spent seven years hiding in the market buying lottery tickets. He has a secret: he can see the color of luck - probability clouds will appear on lottery charts, good luck indexes float above pedestrians' heads, and he can even perceive the probability distribution of future events. He always thought this was just "a relatively accurate intuition". Until one day, a line of words appeared out of thin air on the back of the lottery ticket he bought: "My life has an end." That's what Zhuangzi said. A woman in black draws a circle on the "South China Sutra" in the bookstore. Only then did he know: There is a group of "psychic people" in this world who have been hiding for thousands of years. Some people use their abilities to speculate in stocks, some manipulate the fate of the city, and some try to shift disasters from the rich to the poor. Zhuangzi wrote all this in his book two thousand years ago - but no one took it seriously. Now, all the forces are coming to ask him to choose a side. Wu Ming was in no hurry to choose. He just threw the coin in the air. Drop, catch, remove palm - the coin stands. The skeleton of probability theory, the soul of Zhuangzi's philosophy, the daily life of a tea bartender in a bookstore, and another world hidden under the daily life. But the shoulders of young people should not always bear responsibility, Dao. The young man's shoulders can also carry the grass growing and the orioles fly in the breeze.