The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

The next day, the company has a morning meeting.

"What have you been doing these two days? I heard Ma Qiao said that he asked you to participate in customer development activities yesterday, but you refused?"

"Ah, I've been so busy these two days...hiss Liu~"

"What are you busy with?" Lao Zhang asked doubtfully.

"He's busy saving himself, he's busy rescuing others, and he's also busy fighting wits and courage with evil forces with assets worth hundreds of billions... Hiss~"

"You're so busy, do you still have time to drink health tea with a thermos cup? Besides, I think it's better for you to go to the hospital for treatment first..."

Lao Zhang thought that Meng Lang was talking bad again, so he rolled his eyes, and then took a look into his thermos cup.

"Red dates, cloves, tangerine peel...these are all good for the stomach, right?"

"Oh, as expected of me, Uncle Zhang, an expert! How about my matching?"

"That's okay! You're just mixing a bunch of specious things together. Many of the medicinal properties conflict with each other. Drinking tea will turn you into a stew!"

"Ah? Then how should I match it?"

"If you want to nourish your stomach, then Pu'er tea is your first choice. Black tea and barley tea are also good. Young people like you with strong blood and strong self-recovery ability don't need to be fancy at all, just simple conditioning is enough.

Also, drinking tea is just for conditioning, the key point is to exercise more. As the saying goes, if you move, you will not weaken, if you use it, it will not fade. To strengthen the body is to strengthen the internal organs.

The other thing is to eat less junk food. It takes a hundred days to nourish, but a day is useless. No matter how well you nourish, it is easier to destroy than to build..."

"Yeah!" Meng Lang nodded repeatedly and asked his own questions from time to time.

For example, "The actual medicinal value of cordyceps and bird's nest donkey-hide gelatin", "The application of meridians and five elements in health preservation" and so on...

Two people, each with a thermos cup, sat in the corner and had an in-depth and friendly discussion and consultation on the topic of "health preservation".

The content of the chat accidentally reached Ma Qiao's ears behind him, causing him to twitch at the corner of his mouth.

One is in his fifties and the other is in his twenties, sitting together and discussing "the feasibility of pairing beer with wolfberry". This scene is as weird as you can say...

After talking for a long time in excitement, I saw that Meng Lang was not impatient at all, but became more and more enthusiastic as he listened, and finally started taking notes in a small notebook.

That look was like a top student listening to the key "college entrance examination questions" in class. It was a matter of life and death.

This made Lao Zhang a little confused.

"I asked you, have you finally figured it out and are ready to go home to retire, so why don't you come here to learn from me in advance?"

"If possible, I really don't mind going home to retire." Meng Lang sighed.

The urban routine is too deep, I want to go back to the countryside.

Not to mention the harsh living environment here, there is always a chance of being imprisoned, a lawsuit by a lawyer can lead to death, and a wealthy divorce case can involve collusion between government and businessmen...

Tired...

"Looks like we're in trouble?" Lao Zhang looked at Meng Lang seriously and then smiled. "But going home to retire? You can only use this to deceive outsiders, but you can't deceive yourself."

"How do you say that?" Meng Lang asked in surprise.

"Everyone has a disease when they are young, which is to never look back until you hit the wall. Only when your nose and face are bruised and your face is swollen, and your heart is so painful, will you be willing to turn around.

Ask yourself, did you hit it? "

After spending 20 years in jail, does it count as a collision?

Meng Lang asked himself. Maybe it was a "paper sentence", so the crash wasn't heartbreaking enough?

"Uncle Zhang, you mean to wait until I'm bruised and swollen before you go back?"

"Then let me ask you, if I ask you to go back now, will you go back?" Lao Zhang asked back.

Meng Lang thought for a long time and shook his head. "The conscience will hurt."

"Haha!" Lao Zhang smiled and nodded at Meng Lang. "That's alright, just keep bumping!"

"Uh...Uncle Zhang, I remember you advised me to go back quickly last time, but why did you let me continue to hit you this time? Why is your chicken soup sometimes salty and sometimes sweet?"

"Last time you didn't call it hitting the south wall, you called it looking for the south wall. I thought you couldn't find it, so I went back.

But today is different. I can see it from your eyes. You have found the south wall. Now that you have found it, if you go back without bumping into it, you will regret it for the rest of your life. "

"Uncle Zhang, no wonder my dad is right to come to you when he has any troubles! Every time I hear you speak, I feel like I am listening to the Buddha opening an altar to teach the Dharma. You are not coming down to earth to save all sentient beings, right? "

"Ha! It seems like you've really made progress. At least you've done a good job of flattering me."

"Whatever I say, I speak from the bottom of my heart!"

"Yeah! My face has also improved."

"Ha ha……"

While the two were chatting and laughing, Wang Zhi walked into the conference room with a straight face, and the somewhat noisy conference room immediately became quiet.

Even Meng Lang, who was not in the company, heard from Lao Zhang that Wang Zhiping had been extremely grumpy in the past two days.

No one wants to get in trouble with the other person at this time.

"Today's morning meeting..." Wang Zhiping just started.

[It’s because I love so stupidly and so naively that I regard your loneliness as a compatible soul. It’s also because of my own fault that I’m so serious. I believe in you...]

You could hear a pin drop in the conference room, and only the ringtone of your mobile phone echoed loudly in the conference room, which was extremely harsh.

The magical melody was quite brainwashing. Many people couldn't help but want to laugh, but Wang Zhiping's face became darker and darker.

Everyone's eyes unanimously focused on Meng Lang.

"Sorry, customer, I'm going to take a call." Meng Lang stood up as he pressed the answer button.

You cannot answer the phone during meeting hours, with one exception, and that is customer calls...

"Mr. Meng, good news! Your 500,000 investment application has been received. When will you be free to come over and sign it?"

Meng Lang's mobile phone has been used for three years. It is an antique passed down from college and he has never been willing to replace it.

It may be due to the aging of the components, but even turning the volume to the maximum sounds like a bee buzzing, so he is usually used to turning on the speaker mode...

Many people around him immediately looked over in surprise.

Did you hear it wrong just now?

500,000 investment? !

To most people present, 500,000 is considered a huge sum of money.

This humble Meng Lang actually has such a net worth? Could it be that he is a rich second generation who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?

Lao Zhang looked at Meng Lang in astonishment.

How could he not know how much Meng Lang was worth? Where did the 500,000 come from!

Ma Qiao's face changed slightly, as if he had vaguely guessed something.

Meng Lang quickly smiled sheepishly at those around him. "Haha, this customer is a little anxious."

Customers are fucked! Customers! We really think we are deaf!

Wang Zhiping's face was also a little dark, but the other party had already used the word "customer", so there was no reason to stop him.

After Meng Lang went out to answer the phone, he didn't want to go in and get into trouble with Wang Zhiping, so he simply left the company and walked directly to Galaxy Securities.

He came here today just to resign.

I originally wanted to say goodbye to Uncle Zhang, but now it is more important to do business first.

…

"Mr. Meng, there are a total of 3 million shares of China Energy put options. The premium you paid is 500,000, and the exercise time is one month.

The current stock price is 9.8 per share. You can sell it at this price within one month. If there is no problem, please sign.

The contract takes effect immediately, and we will deduct 500,000 funds from your account. "Teacher Tony handed over the pen with enthusiasm.

When Meng Lang signed without hesitation, the expression on Teacher Tony's face became even more enthusiastic.

The deal was concluded, and he made several thousand dollars just by withdrawing it.

"Mr. Meng, I also have some highly recommended investment products here. You..."

"Let's talk about it next time, we are short of money." Meng Lang interrupted the other party directly.

"Haha! Mr. Meng is joking. With Mr. Meng's courage and financial resources..."

"I said I can't even use my credit card to pay a penny. Do you believe it?"

"Uh...Mr. Meng really loves to joke."

Meng Lang stared at Teacher Tony seriously until his expression became more and more exciting...

…

Walk out of the securities company with two copies of the contract.

This was the biggest gamble Meng Lang had ever made in his life, but it was a pity that his heart was unmoved.

Spoiler dogs are so impervious to changes.

He shook his head with his hands behind his back.

"Alas! What a soulless investment..."