A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Last night's dream is still vivid in my mind, especially the image of my future self with a severed finger...

He first learned the term "con man" from the movie "God of Gamblers." As for the idea that "he" would become a con man in the future, he scoffed at it.

He has absolutely no interest in playing cards.

What a pity! If only I knew a con artist who had his finger chopped off like that, I'm sure I could dig up some news from him...

Tsk.

As he pondered this, he walked around the area around his workplace for several blocks, but finally couldn't take it anymore and rushed back to work before it was time to leave.

And Sui Kuan also returned.

Seeing that he was covered in sweat, he asked:

"So, any news?"

"have."

Li Mu nodded.

Fatty Sui's eyes lit up immediately:

"real!?"

"Um."

Li Mu continued in a serious tone:

"Come out with me now, and we'll walk around two more streets. You'll get a big news story: 'High temperatures continue to hit Guangzhou, college graduates die from heatstroke on the street.'"

"Well……"

Sui Kuan was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes:

"Neuropathy."

"Ha~"

Li Mu chuckled softly.

Then a noise was heard:

"Someone come here..."

"The teacher is here."

He quickly responded and went over.

The busy afternoon began again.

……

Nighttime, a rented room in Xian Village.

Xiancun is close to my workplace and the rent is cheap.

The house was originally a regular two-bedroom apartment, but it was forcibly partitioned into four bedrooms. Li Mu rented the cheapest small bedroom, which was next to the bathroom, had no window, and the living conditions were ridiculously bad.

Its advantage lies in its low price.

It only costs 200 a month.

For an intern, this living environment is already quite good.

Because the room was poorly ventilated and only had one fan, he didn't stay in the room for long before going downstairs.

There was no other way; with no windows for ventilation, the only option was to open the door, and as soon as I opened it, I was hit with a strong stench of urine…

It was almost 9 o'clock, but he was still too hot to sleep, so he went downstairs for a walk.

Xiancun is bustling at night, with various snack stalls and eateries filled with migrant workers. Most of them are from the north, as everyone knows that the south is better and that you can earn more money there. They flock to this city of Guangzhou with dreams of making big money by working in the south.

They don't even know where their tomorrow will be.

Wearing shorts and flip-flops, Li Mu had his hands in his pockets, not to look cool, but to prevent thieves hiding in the crowd from taking advantage of him.

Clutching his wallet, he looked left and right, and finally chose to sit in front of a sweet drink stall that had moved its television from inside the house to the doorway to attract customers.

The cool, sweet water is just the right way to cool off the heat of the night.

He planned to go back to sleep after he finished eating.

After all, I have to go to work tomorrow.

The television was broadcasting a local Guangzhou sports channel, which was showing sports news.

Li Mu takes a bite of the news inside the fruit and a bite of the news outside the fruit.

When half a bowl of sweet soup had been added, the news footage suddenly changed:

"Welcome, viewers, to today's lottery draw..."

Ok?

He was stunned.

Then I became more focused.

To be honest, I inexplicably spent twenty yuan on a lottery ticket at noon, and after calming down, I still felt a little pain in my wallet.

Twenty yuan...that's quite a lot.

His monthly internship allowance is only seven hundred.

He bought it anyway, though deep down he still harbored a vague sense of wishful thinking.

Like many lottery buyers.

After all, he had heard several strange stories like "XX dreamed of a set of numbers and won the lottery" since he was a child.

At that moment, as the male and female hosts on the TV program began their presentation, the screen switched to a lottery drum. As the drum started spinning, he unconsciously swallowed.

A strange mix of nervousness and longing welled up inside me.

What if it's true?

The moment this thought appeared in my mind, it transformed into two of the most extreme possibilities.

The former said: Impossible, absolutely impossible!

That was just a dream.

But... the latter raised a counter-question:

What if?

What if... what if that happens?

And when these two extremes were about to clash, finally, on television, one of the rolling balls, surging like a spring, was "stuffed" into the first glass cage.

The first digit is: 03.

"!"

The instant he heard that sound, the bright red ball number 03 in the visual signal transformed into a raging torrent of frenzied energy, rushing into Li Mu's veins.

03! !!

03!

At this moment...

"The second digit is... 05!"

"!!!!!!!!!"

Clang...

The spoon fell into the sugar water, and the splashed syrup splattered onto Li Mu's face.

In the night market lights of Xiancun, the clear, bright water of the bowl of sweet soup, intertwined with the lights, reflected a pair of astonished eyes that were gradually becoming bloodshot, from a corner of the dining table where no one paid attention.

After an unknown amount of time, the female host's heavenly voice came from the television:

"Dear viewers, as notarized by the notary office, the winning numbers for this lottery are 03, 05... Congratulations to the lottery players from Guangdong who won ten grand prizes."

The most beautiful voice in the world emanating from her lips transformed into a symphony, carrying with it the exact same numbers as the lottery ticket in Li Mu's pocket, and was etched into Li Mu's mind... and even his soul.

Then, it was replaced by a huge roar.

I won the lottery.

Hit the jackpot!

Five million!

Ten bets...that's fifty million!

Alas!

I won!

……

"Li Mu!? Li Mu!! I'm telling you, I got it, I got it... Huh? You? Your hand is healed?"

"?"

In the darkness, when "Li Mu" heard the question posed by his counterpart, he too was filled with confusion:

"What do you mean?"

Li Mu was stunned, his face still showing lingering ecstasy as he looked at the perfectly intact hands of "himself" opposite him and asked in confusion:

"Didn't you become a con artist and have your fingers chopped off? Did you get them reattached?"

He was puzzled, but "Li Mu" opposite him seemed to be listening to gibberish, frowning and asking in silence:

"...You've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you? I'm Li Mu. Why do you look just like me? Who are you?"

Upon hearing Li Mu's words, Li Mu was taken aback again:

"Don't you remember me? I'm... you when you were younger. Yesterday, oh no, last time, we just met. You said you were a con artist, your finger was chopped off, you told me the lottery numbers, and warned me never to gamble... I won the lottery! You know that! Fifty million!"

As he spoke, Li Mu's emotions became excited again.

"?"

"Li Mu" just stared blankly at Li Mu, listening to his somewhat inexplicable words.

The beginning wasn't so bad, but when he heard "fifty million," a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared in his tone:

"Yes, yes, you won, fifty million. But what's the use? You still got swindled out of it all, didn't you?"

"?"

Li Mu blinked quickly:

"What?"

He clearly didn't understand.

What does it mean to be completely fooled?

We were... completely swindled?

Fifty million!?

That's all?

He suddenly became a little anxious:

"Where's your money?...No, where's my money? Where's both of our money?!"

Although he didn't know what the "self" in his dream was like, Li Mu felt his blood pressure rise immediately when he heard that he had been swindled out of everything.

Where's my money?!

He grabbed Li Mu's collar, whose fingers were intact:

"Where's my money?!"