The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Ouch!" Meng Lang felt a kick on his butt and immediately woke up from his sleep.

Blocking the sun with his hands, he reluctantly opened his eyes and found his mother standing beside the haystack, staring at him.

"Mom! What are you doing! Ha~ what time is it now?" Meng Lang asked, yawning.

"What time is it yet! Do you treat guests like this? Are you sleeping soundly here and letting a few girls do the work? Is that ridiculous?"

Yang Hui angrily grabbed Meng Lang's ears.

"Hey! Mom, let go first and talk to them if you have anything to say. They usually don't work hard and don't distinguish between grains and grains. I want them to strengthen their exercise!

Hey, where are they? "

Only then did Meng Lang realize that there were still three figures in the field at this moment.

"It's already noon! I asked them to go home to rest and prepare for lunch.

You go to the construction site and deliver this meal to Dad. He won't come back for lunch today.

It all comes down to your fault, you have been away from home every day recently..."

"Can you blame me?" Meng Lang was speechless.

After taking the lunch box from Yang Hui, she said again.

"After delivering the meal, take this bag of rapeseed home on your way back!"

"Ah?" Meng Lang looked bitterly as he looked at the sack, which was as tall as half a man.

"Ah what? You can't move around, right?"

"No! You can do whatever you want!"

"That's pretty much it. If you don't work hard on your four limbs, I'd like you to strengthen your training!"

rash:"……"

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"Earthmoving work needs to be carried out quickly, and work will start as soon as the materials arrive..."

"The new building will be completed in a few days. The installation and testing of supporting equipment such as the feeding system and manure removal system and personnel training are the next focus. The next batch of piglets will be arriving soon..."

When Meng Lang walked to the construction site, Lao Meng was wearing a safety helmet and discussing something with several other people.

"dad!"

Lao Meng turned around and saw Meng Lang standing behind him at some point.

"Xiao Lang, why are you here?"

"Here, mom asked me to bring you food." Meng Lang picked up the lunch box in his hand.

"Oh! It's time for dinner. Let's go eat. Let's continue in the afternoon."

After the others dispersed, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over with Lao Meng. He looked Meng Lang up and down and then smiled.

"Manager Meng, is this your son? He is indeed a talented person."

"Consultant Sun, thank you. Xiaolang, come here, let me introduce you. This is Consultant Sun. He was sent by Sioux City to guide our work. Consultant Sun has been very helpful during this time."

"Hello, Consultant Sun." Meng Lang greeted with a smile.

"Don't call me Consultant Sun. I'll take care of you. Just call me Uncle Sun. I heard that Xiao Lang also works in Su City?" Consultant Sun asked with a smile.

Meng Lang glanced at the other party with a smile.

Obviously, the sensitive word Su Shi made the other party suspicious.

"Haha! Just an ordinary migrant worker makes Uncle Sun laugh."

For some reason, Meng Lang's glance made Consultant Sun's heart tighten, as if his little thoughts were exposed in the other person's eyes without concealment.

He obviously looks like a young man who has just graduated, but his eyes are deep, as if he has been in a high position for a long time.

For a moment, he actually felt that the other party's sense of oppression seemed to be stronger than that of Director Gao...

At the moment, I didn’t dare to continue to test.

"Too modest, haha! So... I won't disturb Manager Meng's meal. I'll go and get busy first."

"Hey! Consultant Sun, come over and eat together."

"no, I'm fine!"

Watching the other party's back hurriedly leaving, Lao Meng led Meng Lang into his temporary office.

As he opened the lid of the lunch box, he looked at Meng Lang who was looking around.

"how do you feel?"

Meng Lang turned his head and gave a thumbs up.

"Well! It's been a while since I last saw you, you are becoming more and more like a leader!"

"Go! I'm asking you how the breeding base is doing!"

Meng Lang looked at a 3D rendering of an office building hanging on the wall.

Um! The photos from the time of bankruptcy are almost exactly the same...

Some futures have changed, but some things still retain the outline of a certain period of history...

"Ahem! Not bad, I saw the prototype of the world's top companies from it!"

"Can you tell me something reliable!"

"Why is it unreliable? Comrade Lao Meng, we have to take a long-term view and set high aspirations. Let's set a small goal, starting from becoming the domestic leader in ecological breeding!" Meng Lang waved his hand.

"We are a township enterprise, and we are also the leader in ecological breeding? Why don't you let our pigs fly into the sky!"

Lao Meng rolled his eyes at him. He seemed to be extremely hungry and took several mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

"Huh? Dad, what you said makes so much sense! Our goal should be the stars and the sea! In the future, our breeding industry should develop to the moon and Mars!

What do you think of the big goal of ‘air-space-ground integrated ecological breeding’? "

"Pfft!" Lao Meng sprayed rice directly.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!" He finally swallowed the rice in his throat and glared at Meng Lang.

"You've watched too many cartoons, you know! And you're talking about 'integrated ecological breeding of air, space and ground'? Not even the United Nations dares to think like you!"

Meng Lang took off a few grains of rice from his face with a speechless expression.

Your suggestion is very constructive...

"I want to ask you, will the big boss be satisfied with the current progress of the project?" Lao Meng was helpless and finally said the question he really wanted to ask.

"Oh! I told you earlier! In fact... I'm not very satisfied!" Meng Lang looked serious.

"What?" Lao Meng's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

"Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Well! The root of this problem still lies with you."

"What...what's the problem?" Lao Meng became nervous instantly.

"The problem is...Comrade Lao Meng, you have been away from home all day recently, and you have been too busy to touch the ground. Comrade Yang Hui has a strong opinion of you!"

Lao Meng: "..."

Not noticing the word " # " popping up on Lao Meng's forehead, Meng Lang continued on by himself.

“You know, our boss is a broad-minded and wise leader who opposes overtime work, opposition to involution, and even more opposition to the impact of work on employees’ harmonious family relationships!

Your recent performance is completely contrary to his original intention of starting a business and promoting the harmonious and civilized development of Mengjia Village!

I hope you can seriously realize the mistakes you have made and not go further down the wrong path!

We must know how to delegate power, how to balance work and rest, and we must understand that family is the most important thing. We must... uh... Lao Meng, what are you doing? "

"roll!"

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"Just leave! Why are you still taking action! I have never seen such an arrogant professional manager who even dares to beat up his boss..."

Meng Lang walked out of the construction site stroking his butt.

Turning around and looking at the embryonic form of Mengshan Animal Husbandry, Meng Lang seemed to see its magnificent future history...

At the beginning, I really just wanted to start a small family business.

Who knows, the ups and downs of life are really unpredictable and overwhelming.

Ensuring food logistics when war comes is the mission that history has given to Monsanto Animal Husbandry...

"Mencius' Art of War" is not so much a military book as an "industrial layout strategy."

From public health and safety, food logistics, communications, production and manufacturing...

If the opponent didn't play according to the routine in the end, maybe this would be the only time to successfully clear the "2043" level so far.

This also shows from the side that with the accumulation of scientific and technological strength, the strength gap between the enemy and ourselves is gradually narrowing...

Technology changes the future...

"Well... let me go home first and think about the launch of the satellite..."

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Damascus.

Ning Shisan returned to the tavern and threw his backpack on the table.

After returning from the battlefield, he received a new "mission order" and his air ticket had been bought for him.

When he returns to his country by plane, he cannot take back the mercenary weapons and equipment in his backpack.

The bald man was a little surprised.

"The mission is completed so soon?"

"Well! I'm a little surprised too..." Ning Shisan said helplessly.

The bald man opened his backpack, checked the weapons and ammunition, then took out the firearm, removed the magazine, and checked the muzzle again, his face suddenly filled with confusion.

As a soldier and weapons smuggler, it goes without saying that he was familiar with his own weapons, and he immediately saw the biggest problem.

"Are you kidding me? You went on a mission and didn't even fire a shot?"

hehe! Stop talking about you, I don’t really believe it myself...

Ning Shisan couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the entire group of militants who died in mysterious circumstances that night.

"Brother, listen to me, it's better to consider retirement as soon as possible."

With a look of regret on his face, he patted the bald man on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the bar door, leaving only one sentence.

"Times...have changed..."