The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Ahem! Actually, I think the reason why poor people study is because there is a golden house in the book. The goal of most people studying is just to become rich and break through their inherent class.

The purpose of rich people reading is more complicated, but essentially, what they read is fame and wealth.

From this perspective, there is nothing wrong with the nouveau riche trying to show off their appearance.

As the saying goes, one does not care about one’s heart when it comes to deeds, and there is no saint when it comes to one’s heart. So there is no need to be too harsh on your father. "

Meng Lang pretended to be helping Lin's father, but actually he was helping himself to follow the path of kindness.

"Ha! You're right. Here, I'll give you this."

Lin Haitang nodded noncommittally, then suddenly took out a bank card from his bag and handed it to Meng Lang.

"What's this?"

"There are 300,000 inside, and the password is six sixes."

"Uh... what is this for?" Meng Lang looked at Lin Haitang in confusion.

"Have you forgotten, aren't you my 'special intelligence consultant' in Xu Gao's divorce case? The 250,000 yuan is my consulting fee."

"Uh... that was all a joke, but you took it seriously." Meng Lang was speechless.

"I must take it seriously! I already owe you enough, and I don't want to owe you more. Besides, this money was originally the bonus for winning the Gao Yuan case.

You are the biggest contributor. If I take it, wouldn’t it be like taking advantage of my friend? Lin Haitang said seriously.

"How much can the bonus be? You gave me too much."

"According to the signed risk litigation contract, the company can get 6 million, and I personally have a bonus of 250,000."

"Well……"

Is it so profitable to open a law firm? Meng Lang obviously underestimated the law firm's ability to attract money.

"Then you don't have to give it all to me, right? Besides, you didn't say the consulting fee was 250,000, so why did you give me 300,000?"

"The remaining 50,000 yuan is my money to buy a car."

"Buy a car?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

"Yeah! I think I can drive your car quite smoothly. The 50,000 yuan will be used as the money for me to buy this car. It will make commuting to get off work more convenient in the future." Lin Haitang said with a smile.

"If you want, when you get your driver's license, I will accompany you to buy another one."

I haven't driven the car yet, and you actually want to buy it from me? Wouldn’t my beloved car instantly become a second-hand car?

Meng Lang couldn't laugh or cry immediately.

But he finally saw that Lin Haitang really didn't want to take advantage of him at all.

Why do you still have this strange feeling of deliberately "drawing a clear line" with yourself?

Seeing the determined look on the other party's face, I had to take the money even if I didn't want to.

"Okay, then I'll take 250,000, and I'll return the remaining 50,000 to you later. There's no reason why you won't get a penny from the lawsuit you filed, right?

Just think of it as my hard-earned money to lawyer Lin, that’s fine.

If you still refuse, then I won’t accept the money. "

Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang, and finally nodded slowly.

Meng Lang took the card and shook it in his hand with a smile.

"When I went to your law firm, you charged me a consulting fee on the meter. I didn't expect that things would change today, haha!

By the way, do I need to pay tax on this money? It's too far away to get a divorce or make a will. How about I consult about tax evasion first? "

Thinking of the situation at that time, Lin Haitang couldn't help but laugh.

"Who told you that all the reasons you came up with were so unreliable? What kind of scouts are you? And...cough! Okay, I know you hold a grudge, so let me help you. I'll just treat it as an apology to you, okay?"

Lin Haitang said and started to help open the box.

"Uh... no, I can do it myself. Don't you still have to go out?"

"It's okay. The workload is light these two days, so it's okay to be late."

Lin Haitang helped move the books onto the bookshelf and looked at the books of various titles in the boxes.

"I remember you told Gao Yuan that you read a book every day.

You said that reading has a purpose, so why do you work so hard to read so many books? "

When Meng Lang heard this, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

I was just trying to get along with him. When I met people, I talked to them. When I met Gao Yuan, I naturally had to say "scholar". Is there an initial favorability bonus?

The persona of "good at reading" has been established and the study room has been arranged. What else can I do?

"Ahem! In fact, my purpose of reading is very simple. The most important thing is to absorb the experience and wisdom of my predecessors.

Don't you think reading is a kind of enjoyment?

A good book can be read quietly while the sun and moon are not shining. People will rise and fall in the book, turning their ears away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and enjoying the happiness of a moment of tranquility in the world. "

"Do you really like reading so much?"

"Of course!"

Looking at Meng Lang who looked serious, Lin Haitang held up the "National Judicial Examination Tutoring Book" next to him with a strange expression.

"Then the happiness you mentioned also includes this kind of happiness?"

"Well……"

Meng Lang scanned the pile of boxes around him and found that these two boxes were filled with legal books.

This happiness... is really a bit far-fetched...

"Of course... of course, the boring legal provisions also reflect the vivid life styles..."

Meng Lang could only laugh dryly.

"Really? If you didn't tell me, I thought you wanted to take the lawyer's license exam?"

Lin Haitang lowered his eyelids slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huh? This is a good suggestion, might it be considered?

Meng Lang didn't notice Lin Haitang's expression, but considered her words seriously.

Although the "law" skill is not my strong point, after all, I have studied hard for ten years in a cold window. With "Mein Kampf", it should be more than enough to get a lawyer's license, right?

With Lin Haitang helping out, the bookshelf was soon filled with all kinds of books.

"Medicine, law, computers... huh? Even cooking skills! I can't tell, your hobbies are quite complex.

But...why is there no history? Didn't you say that you like history very much? Lin Haitang asked casually, seemingly casually.

"Huh?" Do you like history? When did I say this?

oh! Yes! This seems to be what I said to Gao Yuan last time, and it's another trap from "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli"!

Why can't I get over this joke?

Why is there no history?

Can I say that I don’t have this skill in my skill bar, so I didn’t buy it at all?

Meng Lang didn't expect that Lin Haitang would remember so clearly what he said casually in front of Gao Yuan.

It seems that we can no longer create random characters in the future.

But... I feel like she mentioned Gao Yuan too many times today...

Is this guy...surely he isn't minding the fact that he met Gao Yuan at the coffee shop last time?

Meng Lang said something out of nowhere.

"Actually, I prefer law to history."

Lin Haitang's face suddenly turned red.

She glared at Meng Lang fiercely, then picked up her bag and turned away.

"Well……"

Looking at Lin Haitang's somewhat helpless figure, Meng Lang slowly realized what he was saying just now...

He froze in place.

Does this count as my second confession?

And this is considered a second instant rejection by the other party?

But no matter what, the other party should no longer struggle with why he likes history, but there is not a single history book in the study room, which makes people unable to answer this question...

[No matter how strong a girl is, when she meets a boy who suddenly confesses to her, no matter how much she hates him, her attitude will become subtle...

Confession, sometimes is not necessarily to get out of singles, it can also be to get out of trouble. 】

Meng Lang thought of Duan Xian's quotation again and couldn't help but "tsk".

"A master is a master..."