The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

March 25th.

When Meng Lang walked into the company, he found that many people looked at him strangely.

Hmm... It's like looking at a fool.

As soon as Ma Qiao saw Meng Lang entering the door, he quickly pulled him aside and asked in a low voice.

"I said, you didn't really spend 500,000 yuan to buy Huaxia Energy, did you?"

"Yeah! That's right!" Meng Lang nodded listlessly.

I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed that when I was checking Moments, my "confession audio" was all over the screen, and I woke up instantly.

"Where did the money come from?"

"I borrowed it."

"You... ugh!" Ma Qiao pointed at Meng Lang with a heartbroken expression.

"Did you know that stocks are still falling today?"

"Oh, I probably know."

"Probably? Do you remember the Chen Cheng from last time?"

"Just the Audi one?"

"Audi is gone! This guy used leverage, but his position was liquidated and he lost all his money! Now Audi is also sold. I heard that his father is looking for him all over the world to break his legs."

"emm...I sympathize with that."

Watching his building rise, watching his building collapse...

If he was still stuck in the fate of "Le Miserable", he would most likely end up like him, so this sentence of sympathy is sincere.

Ma Qiao looked at him doubtfully, "Why do you look so heartless? Do you buy it or not?"

"I bought it."

It's just that it's not buying up, it's buying down...

"By the way, didn't King Nanbo come today?" Meng Lang changed the subject.

He didn't want to spread the word on the street that he "magically predicted" the stock market trend and then accurately shorted it.

Not to mention that "stock god" is not his personality at all. Even if he is, he also knows the principle of keeping wealth secret.

If everyone knew that he made a lot of money at once, well... at least there would be an endless stream of people coming to him to sell insurance...

"It seems that I went out for something urgent just now. What? Do you have something to do with him?"

"Yeah! Resign." Meng Lang took out a resignation letter and shook it.

"Resign?!" Ma Qiao stared at him in shock, and then suddenly realized. "Are you planning to run away?"

rash:"……"

Can't I have some positive reasons for resigning?

For example, freedom of wealth? For example, to support justice? For example, to maintain world peace?

"Meng Lang! I'm looking for you!"

Meng Lang turned around and saw Uncle Zhang walking over anxiously.

He reluctantly put away the resignation letter in his hand.

"I didn't buy it. I have a short position. I still have money in my card. I have no financial burden. I can take care of myself. I am working hard. I have a good career attitude. I just confessed my love yesterday. The sun is shining, the years are quiet, and the future is promising!"

Before Lao Zhang could say anything, he was blocked by Meng Lang's long list of "answers."

The corner of Ma Qiao's mouth twitched, but after receiving Meng Lang's look, he didn't reveal it on the spot.

Meng Lang sighed in his heart.

Even Ma Qiao would think so. If he resigned now, he might not know what version of the "reason for resignation" would be spread.

Anyway, a hot search for "Young people born in the 1990s resigned from their jobs after speculating in stocks and ran away to waste their lives" is definitely indispensable.

If Lao Zhang shows up and actively reports the news and the news spreads home, the family will really be uneasy...

…

After walking out of the company, Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh.

I just want to quit my job, but why is it so difficult?

Forget it, you will be fired soon if you have no performance anyway. This period of time should be used to contribute to the country's reduction of unemployment rate.

Like most young people who are unwilling to be mediocre and have dreams, his original intention of working in insurance was very realistic.

I just want to earn my first million in life as quickly as possible and establish myself in this city. Not to mention owning a car and a house, I want to rent at least two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

Occasionally bringing your parents over to experience city life can also help them spend their old age without any stress.

When I earn more money, I can take on more than ten or twenty years of debt and buy a small house of 70 to 80 square meters, which is considered as putting down roots.

Maybe when you are in your 30s or 40s, you can start your own business if you have some success, and you can be worth over 100 million if you go through the angel ABCD cycle, and earn a few small goals.

Now that he has ten and one million, it would be deceiving himself to say that Meng Lang has no ambition at all.

If you want to leave your job, it’s not because you have money and you want to live in peace.

It's because the Fortune 500 companies can no longer keep me...

"Ah!" "Ouch!" Meng Lang, who was walking and imagining the future, was hit by the sudden reality.

As the two people screamed, Meng Lang staggered and knocked down another person who was trotting over from the side.

He turned around and saw a woman in a black dress lying on the ground clutching her ankles and hissing.

The dress was very short, and the woman who fell to the ground looked so pitiful...

"I'm sorry, I just got distracted and didn't look at the road. Are you okay?"

"It's okay. It's me who should say I'm sorry." The woman's voice was soft and she timidly apologized to Meng Lang.

"I was rushing to cross the traffic light. I was too anxious."

Meng Lang looked up and saw that there was indeed a sidewalk traffic light in front of him, but it had now turned into a red light.

He turned his head again and looked at the other person's hand covering his ankle.

"Is your foot okay?"

"Hiss~ It seems to be a sprain." There was a trace of pain on the woman's delicate face with light makeup, which made me feel pity for her.

"Then let me help you sit over there first."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Then...then I'm sorry to trouble you."

With Meng Lang's support, the woman leaned on Meng Lang and walked step by step toward a bench on the roadside with one foot in hand.

The two were so close that Meng Lang could clearly feel the softness on his arms and the intoxicating scent of perfume.

It’s over, it’s over!

Is this the legendary "collision of fate"?

Yue Lao finally remembered me, a little transparent person who has been forgotten for more than 20 years?

Although the woman is not as beautiful as Lin Haitang, she is better than Xiaojiabiyu in temperament. She looks like a gentle and considerate girl next door, and she can't help but make people feel protective.

In addition, the close contact between the two of them inevitably made Meng Lang a little distracted.

When he helped the girl sit down on the bench, he discovered that the heel of the girl's high-heeled shoes was broken.

"I'm going to make you laugh. This is actually my first time wearing high heels, and it's really a bit forced."

As if noticing Meng Lang's gaze, the girl rubbed her ankle and smiled bitterly.

"I originally came for an interview nearby, but I didn't expect to pass the interview. I even sprained my foot trying to catch the bus. Am I useless..." The woman's voice gradually became lower.

"Uh...it's okay, it's okay. You are so young. If it doesn't work, just try again. You will definitely find a more suitable job." Meng Lang quickly comforted you.

The girl had her own responsibility for the fall and sprain. Seeing the girl's depressed look, a sense of guilt arose spontaneously.

"Yes! Thank you!" The woman forced a smile on her face, and then looked at her watch.

"Well...I have something to rush back to, so...goodbye."

"But your feet..."

"It's okay, I feel better."

As she spoke, the woman picked up her broken high-heeled shoes, stood up on tiptoe, and left. However, before she could even take two steps with a limp, her body tilted and she almost fell down again.

Meng Lang hurried over to support her and said helplessly.

"Well, wherever you live, I'll take a taxi to take you back."

"no, I'm fine……"

"Stop being brave!" Meng Lang said, helping her to the side of the road and hailing a taxi.

"Um...thank you!" In the carriage, the woman lowered her head, her face slightly red.

"It's okay. I'm also responsible for your sprain. By the way, where do you live?"

"Binjiang New Town."

Binjiang New Town? Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

This community didn't seem cheap, but he didn't think much about it. Maybe it was because the family's economic conditions were better.

"Master, Binjiang New City."

"okay!"

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"

"My name is Lu Kexin, and what's yours?"

"My name is Meng Lang, Meng from Mencius, and Lang from Hailang."

"That's an interesting name."

"Alas! I was born by the sea. My father was too lazy. The fortune teller said that I lacked water in the five elements, so I took a wave.

But don’t get me wrong, my name is Meng Lang, but I am a serious person. "

"Yeah, I can see that." Lu Kexin stared at Meng Lang.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think you look familiar, very similar to my first love..."

"Well……"

Why has no one mentioned it to me before that I have a first love face?

However, Meng Lang was still a little disturbed when a beautiful woman said that he had the face of his first love.

After all, it’s such a coincidence, there must be an initial favorability bonus, right?

Meng Lang didn't have much experience communicating with girls, and he didn't know any tricks to seduce girls. However, the two of them were no longer as strange as they were at the beginning.

From the conversation, we learned that although Lu Kexin looks soft and weak, she is actually a very independent and strong girl.

I left home alone and came to Suzhou City to work hard. After a few years, I saved a little money, and then I thought about changing to a better and stable job, and then I could bring my parents and younger brother back from my hometown to enjoy the happiness.

The other party's words were full of beautiful longing for the future, which reminded Meng Lang of an admirable image of a strong and independent girl who worked silently for survival.

Meng Lang couldn't help but be very fond of Lu Kexin.

The driver looked at the two young men and women in the rearview mirror, talking to each other in a very congenial manner, and couldn't help but smile.

This is youth...

…

At the entrance of Binjiang New Town Community.

"Brother Meng, just send it here."

"Can you do it yourself?"

"Yeah! It's okay, don't worry!" Lu Kexin smiled sweetly.

Meng Lang also felt that it was not appropriate to send a girl directly to someone's door after they met for the first time today. Seeing that the girl's foot injury was really much better, he nodded.

"Okay, then you go back and have a good rest! Goodbye!"

Meng Lang had just turned around, but found that someone had suddenly grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

He turned his head and looked around in confusion, and saw Lu Kexin behind him with his head slightly lowered and a shy look on his face.

The most tender look when he lowered his head was that for a moment, Meng Lang had to admit that his heart did skip a beat.

"Um... can you..."

Lu Kexin seemed to have summoned up her courage and handed the phone screen to Meng Lang's eyes.

QR code? !

Meng Lang's brain, which had just been filled with hormones, instantly cooled down.

Illusion?

Why do you feel the familiar smell?