Chapter 106
Lu Chuan had known since childhood that his family was poor.
The problem was, both his parents were proper university graduates with real skills — yet no matter what they did, their family could barely make ends meet. Money always seemed to drain away in strange ways.
For instance, they had finally bought a new house, hadn’t even lived in it for two months, and were still paying off the mortgage when it burned down — an electrical fire caused by a neighbor’s wiring. The neighbor had elderly parents and young children at home, and some were even injured in the blaze. They had no money to compensate them.
Or take Lu Chuan’s father: even when his work was going smoothly, the company would collapse, forcing him to resign without a penny.
His mother didn’t fare any better.
When Lu Chuan was ten, his father hugged him, sobbing.
“We can’t drag your mom down anymore. She’s sick and needs a lot of money. If she’s no longer tied to us, she’ll have a chance to thrive. Xiao Chuan, we all love your mom — we can’t let her end up unable to survive.”
Lu Chuan nodded.
He realized their family might truly be cursed.
When Lu Chuan turned eighteen, his father finally looked relieved.
“Xiao Chuan, I’m planning to go abroad to find your mom now. But you need to be ready: once you’re an adult, our family’s bad luck will pass on to you. Still, as long as you remember our ancestral teachings, at least your life won’t be in danger.”
In the days leading up to that moment, his father worked out, lost weight, dyed his hair, and groomed himself until he looked like a handsome man in his thirties.
“Your mom’s been waiting for me all these years. I can’t let anyone else steal her away,” he said proudly. “Say what you will — even with all our bad luck, we’ve managed to keep the line going thanks to this face. You’d better learn to pick attractive partners too. Otherwise, if our descendants turn out ugly, they really won’t find anyone.”
“Dad, are you done? I need to get to work — my shift’s about to start. I landed a mascot job today: two hundred yuan an hour!” Lu Chuan glanced anxiously at his phone.
“Go on, go on,” his father waved.
Then he suddenly added,
“Xiao Chuan, there’s an old saying in our family: we’ve been trapped in poverty for generations, just to accumulate all the luck for one big win someday. Maybe all the good fortune our ancestors saved will fall on you.”
“…What era is this? You still believe in that kind of chicken-soup nonsense?” Lu Chuan gave him a look. “Hurry up and chase Mom. If you don’t win her back, I’ll come after you and keep you poor.”
His father raised his hands in surrender.
Lu Chuan went back to work.
After turning eighteen, Lu Chuan cut off contact with his parents, only occasionally seeing photos of them living together, passed along by relatives.
He knew it was fate: if he stayed too close, they’d be forced back into their old struggles.
Why bother?
Making money was what mattered most!
At twenty-two, Lu Chuan received his university diploma along with several job offers.
But he didn’t let himself relax — he kept working part-time jobs, afraid that if he joined a company too soon, it would collapse and he’d end up living on steamed buns again.
That was when he heard a voice:
[Congratulations, Mr. Lu Chuan, you’ve been selected as a candidate for the God of Wealth!]
