Chapter 9 - : Bureaucracy kills people (1/2)
He laughs happily when seeing my speechless expression. He speaks a bit faster.
”Many people believe there are lucks. For example, a gambler with good luck can win a lot of money in one night, but he might lose every penny in the other night when he has lost his luck. Luckiness makes the differences!”
I'm still not getting his points. But inside my heart, I'm feeling It is likely, perhaps, maybe, probably a little reasonable.
But I remind myself again that he is a liar. When you meet a liar, what you need to do is watch out your wallet.
He continues. ”So, what the luckiness is exactly? It's invisible and untouchable. What is it made of? Actually, so called luck is kind of very special electric wave which is a type of the brain wave human being are able to receive. It exists in air, it does exist in this world, but rarely. Let's say, um, let's make an example to let you understand easier.”
He comes across the table, drapes a hand on my shoulder, point at me with another hand.
”Your head likes a radio. So called lucky, is the hidden FM signal. But each person's brain development is different. If someone developed more, he could have received more lucks and he would be luckier. But if someone less developed, he receives less and his luck will be a little bit bad.”
It is really a new theory fleshing my mind!
I ask:” You mean brain development. One person develops more of his brain should be very smart. But smart is different with the luckiness. There are people not so much smart but they are very lucky.”
He replies me with white eyes: ”Brain development equates IQ? Have you read too many science fictions? I'm just making an example that if our brains like the radios, the stronger ones equates have bigger power capacity than others. It's nothing to do with IQ! ”
”OK!” I change a position and take out a box of cigarette. I light one for myself and give him one. ”So, as your theory, what kind of the material luckiness is?”
He doesn't reply instantly, just takes the cigarette, and speaks a very quick thank you to me. Then he takes out a nice lighter to light the cigarette, takes a long sip. A pleased look is shown on his face. Then he says.
”I don't know!”
”You don't know?” I jump up again.
He looks at me with pity. ”My brother, I'm just a salesman, OK? I'm not the R&D people. What I need to know is some basic theory. Just like if you go to the pharmacy, the sales may tell you which medicine is for which illness treatment. But if you ask about how it's made and the research progress, no one knows that. To be a salesman, all I need to know is the basic things. The R&D is confidential, how can I get know about it? ”
I'm a bit upset because he is looking at me as I'm an idiot.
He takes another sip, clears his throat and goes on talking. The mild smiles are shown on his face again.
”OK, let me introduce the product.” He takes the little shinning thing up.
It's a ring, but looks the kind of very cheap type.