The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Canyon scenic area.

"Uncle Yan, how are you? How much do you understand?"

"Well! Fortunately, the content inside is not too profound and surprisingly easy to understand. I probably understood 95% of it.

This so-called "stream of consciousness" secret book has no tricks or techniques. It is more like balancing yin and yang, coordinating the internal organs, dredging the meridians, and regulating the qi.

From this aspect, it has similarities with the Yijin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Jing..."

Yan Weiwei was originally taught by Yan Feng, and the knowledge system about martial arts comes from the same origin.

Yan Feng seemed to have no difficulty writing what his "own daughter" wrote.

Even after reading it, I gained a deeper insight into this secret book than Yan Weiwei.

Well...it was those scientific explanations of the endocrine system such as ketones and alcohols that made him a little confused...

Is it necessary to keep pace with the times when writing a martial arts secret book now?

"However, it's just a little strange...some of the descriptions here always feel familiar.

It seems that... it is inexplicably consistent with my Yan family's family education? "

Yan Feng touched his chin, looking puzzled.

"Whatever, as long as you can understand it, Uncle Master, hearing is false and seeing is believing. Why don't you go up and try the 'external assistance method' to try the effect?" Kong Wu said expectantly.

It was either that he didn't want to try, or that Kong Wu and his apprentice were half-baked in this knowledge theory class, and couldn't understand it for a while.

"Since Weiwei can practice Anjin in one day, your level must be higher than that of Weiwei before. Maybe you can master it in half a day?"

"Well...since I'm here, I'll give it a try first."

Yan Feng was naturally moved.

Although the family already has the secret power of Weiwei, who would think that there are too many masters of their own style?

If he could have two secret skills in one skill, his Yan's Twelve-Road Tan Legs would be ready to take off!

The old man has great ambitions, but he feels that he can still exert some residual energy...

With a hint of excitement, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing and state according to the secret book.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already gleaming.

Under everyone's expectant eyes, he slowly walked to the edge of the platform, opened his arms, and said solemnly to the work boy beside him.

"Come on! Get on the rope!"

The work boy didn't move, and looked Yan Feng up and down with a strange expression.

Then put on a professional smile.

"Sorry, old man, according to safety regulations, people over the age of sixty are not allowed to bungee jump."

Everyone: "..."

Yan Feng: "..."

…

When Meng Lang and others took advantage of the fun and returned to the hotel after enjoying themselves, they found that Kong Wu was already waiting for them in the hotel lobby.

"Senior Brother Kong, why are you here? Where is the old man?" Yan Weiwei asked.

"Well...Uncle Master, he's going back to rest first, haha!" Kong Wuguan laughed.

Can he say that the sudden sense of age caused the old man to become autistic?

Kong Wu looked at Meng Lang.

"Xiao Meng, come on, let me introduce you. This is Secretary Zhao Guangming and Zhao from the city. He is here to give you the banner and bonus on behalf of the local government."

Only then did everyone notice that there was a strange young man wearing a black suit standing next to Kong Wu.

"Hello Mr. Meng, I didn't expect you to be so young. Thank you for meeting me!"

Zhao Guangming smiled and stretched out his hand.

He looked at Meng Lang in front of him curiously, but he really didn't expect that the "Guanzhong Hero" who others talked about as a tiger, and even called him a "martial arts catastrophe", could actually be such a young man.

Yes, he was attracted by curiosity today.

Meng Lang did not attend the dinner last night. Secretary Wei originally wanted to send someone to deliver the banner and bonus to the hotel.

Zhao Guangming took the initiative and took over the job.

He also had some martial arts complex since he was a child, and he was quite curious about this mysterious so-called "martial arts master".

Especially when all the rumors about this person can "stop a child from crying at night"...

The two people who were supposed to pass each other at the dinner party, but "didn't know each other when they met, and didn't know each other when they met", unexpectedly met at this time.

Meng Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately handed the various gift bags in his hand to Xiao Yu, then stepped forward and stretched out his hands with great enthusiasm.

"Are you Secretary Zhao? I've admired you for a long time!"

Long admired?

Zhao Guangming was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Meng knows me?" Zhao Guangming asked doubtfully.

"I don't know you, but I feel like old friends at the first sight. I hate seeing you so late! By the way, is Secretary Zhao free in the evening? We are destined to meet each other. Why don't I treat you to a meal?"

There is a huge crowd of people who can be caught by him, so how can he let this opportunity go so easily?

"Well……"

Faced with Meng Lang's inexplicable enthusiasm, Zhao Guangming was a little confused.

I'm just here to deliver the banner. Invite me to dinner?

Are you guys so enthusiastic about express delivery?

A martial arts catastrophe?

This "martial arts catastrophe" is too approachable!

"Well, it still doesn't work. I have some work to do in a while. Here is your banner and 100,000 yuan bonus. Congratulations to Mr. Meng for reaching the top."

Meng Lang took the things casually, but didn't even look at them. He still held Zhao Guangming's hand enthusiastically.

"It's easy to say! If it doesn't work today, how about another day?

Did Secretary Zhao bring her business card? How about we add Fetion!

By the way, where is Secretary Zhao’s hometown? Married? Are the children in kindergarten? congratulations! I will definitely take the gift when I go to college..."

Zhao Guangming: "..."

Five minutes later.

"Secretary Zhao, come to Suzhou City next time you are free, and I will be your host! Keep in touch!"

Watching Zhao Guangming's back "hurriedly" leaving, Meng Lang reluctantly waved goodbye at the door of the hotel.

As a result, when he turned around, he found that everyone was staring at him with strange expressions.

"I'm just a secretary here to deliver the banner, what about..."

Yan Weiwei said with a speechless expression.

Meng Lang put away his smile and said seriously.

"Don't you understand this? Civil servants have a stable income. Whether it's a bank or insurance company, these are high-quality customers!"

Everyone who knew Meng Lang rolled their eyes.

Why haven't I noticed that you are so dedicated to your job before?

Why are you still a sales consultant now if you had such intensity in tackling key problems before?

Regardless of what other people were complaining about, Meng Lang happily looked at the new contacts left on his phone, smiling from ear to ear.

This is a sure-fire future boss. If he could give his characters an "influence factor", Zhao Guangming would definitely be ranked among the top three!

Hmm... After more than ten or twenty years, I will post on Moments and the Secretary-General of the United Nations will like me...

should……

No one thinks I'm bragging, right?