The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Really...really?"

Wang Zhaoping looked at Meng Lang in disbelief.

That's 5 million, just give it away?

I couldn't help but recall that night in my "car of justice", she seemed to have traded 5 million to Gao Yuan in front of me with such a nonchalant expression?

It seems that it is not 5 million but 500 yuan.

Looking at the brown paper bag containing 50,000 yuan on the table, Wang Zhaoping was a little embarrassed.

Compared with others, I feel a bit petty...

"Of course, you said, this technology can reduce the crime rate.

If the crime rate is low, the life safety of us law-abiding citizens will be more secure, right? It’s a win-win! "

One is private property and the other is public welfare. Can they be the same?

I have heard of people who harm the public and enrich their private lives. This harms their own private lives and enriches the public...

Is your consciousness too high?

"This...Brother Meng, didn't you say that this decryptor belongs to your friend? Don't you need to ask for his opinion?"

What are you asking for? Will Zero have any opinions? Do the brothers have any objections?

"No need, our team has a high degree of unity of opinion. I will send you the complete code later."

Is the internal opinion highly unified?

Is the communication so complete?

Don't you just "make friends out of nothing"?

Wang Zhaoping couldn't help but sigh when he saw the imageless Meng Lang sitting at a roadside stall eating tofu pudding, without a brand name on his body, just like an ordinary person.

"Alas! Brother Meng, I have a lot of experience, but I have never seen such a strange person like you, Brother Meng, who is eager for justice, outstanding in ability, but treats money like dirt, lives a self-disciplined life, and has no desire for pleasure.

It's really admirable! "

The few pieces of information Meng Lang had revealed to him so far, if he was serious about it, any piece of information could be sold at a high price, not to mention the fruit system vulnerability worth tens of millions today.

But what is their style?

I have never mentioned money in front of myself!

Don't talk about money, last time I felt I owed a lot and wanted to help others and friends to establish relationships, but I was severely rejected.

Not only does "Justice" appear on the back of a person's back, but "Integrity" is also engraved on the chest...

"Captain Wang..."

"Don't call me Captain Wang, just call me Lao Wang."

Meng Lang was delighted. The reputation of this country had been improved, and the effect was immediate.

Don't look at it. It's just a title change, that is, from "bus" to "personal relationship", and my personal favorability has been qualitatively improved!

"Okay, Lao Wang, I don't have what you said. Just like a saint, who doesn't want to have fun? If you say you don't want to, you are just pretending!"

Meng Lang pointed at Wang Zhaoping's panda eyes caused by staying up late and said with a smile.

“But, it’s like you stayed up late and were physically and mentally exhausted, but after solving the case, don’t you feel refreshed and have a sense of accomplishment?

When we looked down from the 2nd floor, all we saw was garbage, but when we looked down from a high-rise building, it was all beautiful scenery.

If a person does not have height, all he will see is trivial matters, no pattern, and all he will see are flies and dogs.

Therefore, self-discipline should be like you, Lao Wang, enduring temporary pain and constantly pursuing higher levels of fun. "

After a little praise for the people's servant, Meng Lang then spoke with emotion.

“Who doesn’t want to sleep until he wakes up naturally and count money until his hands cramp?

But for me, staying up late once, eating junk food once, and coveting temporary enjoyment is no less than chronic suicide.

But after a three-kilometer run, a bowl of tofu nao can bring an unprecedented sense of comfort and fulfillment afterwards.

The excitement brought by dopamine is easily available but fleeting, while the pleasure brought by endorphins is rare but lasting.

For dopamine seekers, relief is temporary, but regret and emptiness are long-lasting.

For those who pursue endorphins, the process is painful, but the results are often beautiful.

When you find that your body is getting healthier, your life is getting richer and more interesting, and your future is getting better and better, the temptation of those low-level pleasures will naturally decrease greatly.

Desire is never-ending, and in the end it will only lead people step by step towards an uncertain future..."

"Brother Meng has great insights!" Wang Zhaoping exclaimed with admiration.

Sure enough, geniuses can be found everywhere, but maybe only geniuses with such self-discipline and hard work can continue to create miracles, right?

While admiring him, Wang Zhaoping looked at Meng Lang strangely.

"But Brother Meng, how can you have such a profound understanding of life at such a young age?"

hehe! That is naturally summed up by repeated cases of gastric cancer...

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."

Meng Lang laughed, and then suddenly asked as if he thought of something.

"By the way, I heard you say that the one who assisted in arresting the group of cultural relic robbers this time was also Colonel Chu Tianchu?"

"Well! Don't worry about anything. The combat capability and execution capabilities of Colonel Chu and his team are beyond the comparison of ordinary special police officers."

"Last time you said...Colonel Chu has a son who was one of the victims rescued in the previous child abduction case?"

"That's right. Last time Colonel Chu came to the police station to express his gratitude and even brought him over. He seemed to be a very shy little boy. His name seemed to be... yes! Xiao Nan!"

Chu Nan! Sure enough it was him!

This is really a wonderful fate...

But... was this name chosen seriously?

A father's love is as strong as a mountain. Is this a landslide?

"What? Why is Brother Meng suddenly curious about Colonel Chu's son?" Wang Zhaoping asked confused.

Can I tell you that I have already seen that this child is definitely not a thing in the pool?

The so-called hero emerges from troubled times and can become the leader of the remaining survivors after the apocalypse. There is no doubt about Chu Nan's ability.

Another would-be boss who appeared after the apocalypse...

Classmate Xiaonan, there is a place for you in my Mengshi future talent pool!

"Hmm... Lao Wang, if I want to adopt an adopted son, will Colonel Chu object?" Meng Lang rubbed his chin and thought seriously.

"Well……"

Wang Zhaoping was a little dizzy, indicating that he couldn't keep up with Meng Lang's wonderful brain circuits.

Okay, why does it involve adopting an adopted son?

Meng Lang said that his brain circuit was absolutely logical.

Time is a wonderful thing. If you sow beans, you will reap beans. If you sow melons, you will reap melons. If you sow an adopted son, you will reap a big boss in the future!

In ancient times, Lu Buwei had "strange things to live in" and became the emperor Zhongfu, composing "Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals".

Now that I, Meng Lang, have "a discerning eye", all big bosses in the future will call me godfather 666!

I, "Meng's Spring and Autumn Period", am not weaker than others!

As soon as this idea opened up, Meng Lang began to let himself go.

Being the godfather of a scholar is for science, but being the godfather of a warlord is for armed resistance!

Fighting against aliens is ultimately indispensable without a gun.

If I can catch all the leaders of the young and strong faction in the future, then all the talented people in the world will come from my sect...

Then he may not be able to become a "small town strategist" who can single-handedly influence the situation on the battlefield!

"Uh... Brother Meng, if you have this idea, of course I can introduce you to him then, but... I heard that Colonel Chu will go abroad to perform a mission in a while, I'm afraid we have to wait until he comes back."

Wait for him to come back?

I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that day...

[Yes, of course I know. In May of that year when I wanted to hold my thigh, I died in battle in Damascus, which made me lament the impermanence of the world for a while. 】

Counting the time, Colonel Chu's life may have entered a countdown...

Whether it was out of respect for the soldiers who protected their home and country, or because he was planning to become a future boss, Meng Lang was determined to help Chu Tian.

However, in such a short period of time, he could not think of how to interfere with this matter.

Just tell me that you have a bad omen? I should be regarded as a remnant of feudal superstition, right?

What's more, I don't even know the specific cause of Chu Tian's death, so it's impossible to give an early warning!

That's Damascus, beyond my reach...

Unless you just leave the person in the country and avoid his death star, this is even more unrealistic.

You, an ordinary citizen, want to interfere with the military deployment of a senior colonel officer?

The difficulty is really a bit hellish...

"Alas!" Meng Lang rubbed his eyebrows.

I want to hold your thigh, but I have to find a way to help you reattach the leg first...

It’s quite outrageous…