The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Bang!" "Bang, bang, bang!"...

There was a lot of commotion in the conference room, which lasted for a while, and everyone outside automatically imagined the scene of "a raging battle" inside.

After about ten minutes, the two finally came out of the conference room. Lao Zhang looked still angry, but Meng Lang looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Why are you still waiting? Why don't you go out and find customers? If your performance doesn't meet the target this month, pack up and get out!" Lao Zhang glared at Meng Lang fiercely.

"Oh." Meng Lang walked out of the office with a low eyebrow.

Wang Zhiping saw this scene through the glass window with a sneer on his face...

…

"Alas~" Meng Lang, who walked out of the company, looked up depressedly at the suddenly gloomy sky.

There was no performance, the boss was offended, and Uncle Zhang was also in trouble.

Why is it so difficult to establish a foothold in a big city...

"Hey! It's a good show!" At this moment, there was a heavy weight on the shoulder, and Ma Qiao followed him out at some point.

Meng Lang glanced at him and said, "You know it again."

"Don't I know who Lao Zhang is? If you want to be a good salesperson, you must have a pair of sharp eyes that can see people." Ma Qiao smiled.

When Meng Lang heard this, he thought about what Uncle Zhang had just said about him, and he felt a little depressed.

"Do you also think I'm not suitable for sales?"

When Ma Qiao heard this, his eyes widened and he gave a look like you were teasing me. “Is that a question of fitness or not?”

"Well……"

Even more shocked.

"Buzz! Buzz!" At this moment, an Audi A4 suddenly stopped next to the two of them.

The roar of the engine caused by stepping on the accelerator seemed to deliberately show off its existence.

"Hey! Where are Brother Macho going? Do you want a ride?"

Meng Lang looked at the driver's seat. The person speaking was a young man with an air of arrogance and earrings.

Well, he looks familiar, he seems to be a colleague in the company.

"A-Cheng? That's okay! Did you replace the shotgun with a cannon?" Ma Qiao saw the person coming clearly and smiled, stepping forward and patting the rather showy red car.

"Hey! I made a little money by investing. How about it? Is it okay?"

"What do you mean it's okay? It's like relying on a gold horse and a saddle. You've suddenly joined the upper class? This car must cost hundreds of thousands."

"400,000, a round number is auspicious!" Acheng said proudly.

"Hey! Did you get rich?"

"Hey! I made a little money from stock trading."

"What kind of stock is so sexy?"

"Don't say that my brother won't fly with you. China Energy's prices have gone crazy recently. How about we come and play together?"

"I'd better forget it. You guys have good performance and your monthly commissions are tens of thousands. I'm a moonlighter, so how can I afford to speculate in stocks?"

"Okay, if you regret it, don't say that our brothers are unjust. How about we get in the car and take a spin?"

"Forget it, I still have to go to the gym, maybe next time."

"Okay, I'll see you next time at the gym. See you then. The little girl I just picked up yesterday is still waiting for me, hehe!"

Before leaving, he glanced at Meng Lang next to Ma Qiao, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Buzz! Buzz!" The red Audi roared away, causing passers-by to look sideways.

Ma Qiao turned around and found Meng Lang standing there, dumbfounded.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?"

"Ah? Oh! It's okay." Meng Lang came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression. "That person was from a group just now?"

"Well, Chen Cheng, my relatives in my family are all civil servants and have a wide network of contacts. They joined the company at about the same time as me, and they are doing pretty well. They often go to the gym where I work to pick up girls.

But as you can see, he is very public and likes to show off. "

Ma Qiao is a know-it-all and knows almost everyone in the company.

What's particularly amazing is that he seems to be able to get along well with everyone regardless of religion or religion, and is a brother-in-law with everyone.

"Chen Cheng..." Meng Lang looked thoughtful.

First, I met Mr. Tony and talked about Amway, then everything went wrong in the company, and then I met Chen Cheng, who showed off his wealth with a luxury car...

And what a coincidence, "China Energy" was mentioned...

Meng Lang couldn't help but enter a state of reasoning called "hindsight".

Assuming that I had not read that "autobiography"... would my life trajectory really be as described in the book...

Think about it, just when you are down and confused, and suddenly a proven opportunity to make a fortune is presented to you, will you be moved?

How come we are all human beings, so they can drive luxury cars and hang out with pretty girls, but I can’t even pay the rent?

I’ll just say it! I am not an impulsive person at all, how could I be so impulsive as to borrow money to speculate in stocks!

But with this combination of punches hitting three times in a row, I might not be able to act impulsively even if I don't want to!

Meng Lang seemed to have had an enlightenment, and instantly understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.

Is this "my future"?

Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang's absent-minded look, thinking that he was aroused by Chen Cheng, and frowned slightly.

"I said, you don't have any evil intentions, do you?"

"Huh? What evil thoughts could I have?" Meng Lang looked at him doubtfully.

"There is no best. I thought you also wanted to trade in the stock market. Let me give you a piece of advice. The stock market is risky, so you need to be cautious when entering the market!"

"How is that possible, stock trading? In my life..."

As soon as he was halfway through speaking, Meng Lang suddenly froze.

etc! I was just thinking about how not to make the same mistakes again, but I didn't realize that the "pitfalls" I encountered in my future life in the "autobiography" were opportunities for me now.

On the importance of reverse thinking!

Who could have known that a stock market crash would occur in the near future?

It’s just me!

Isn’t this unique insider information? This is the information gap!

But here’s the problem, how can I have the capital to speculate in stocks when I have to worry about next month’s rent?

Meng Lang was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head nervously.

"Um...can you lend me some money?"

Ma Qiao: "..."

…

Of course, the money was not borrowed.

Not only did he not borrow it, Ma Qiao also turned around and left with a dark face, making the boat of friendship capsize at the drop of a hat.

Meng Lang could only lament that borrowing money was indeed the touchstone of friendship.

He hurriedly scanned a shared bicycle and rushed to the rental house.

He went upstairs, closed the door, locked it, and moved a bunch of debris to block the door.

Close the curtains and turn on the night vision function on your phone to check for hidden cameras in each room.

After confirming that the security level had been raised to the highest level, Meng Lang walked into the bedroom with a little peace of mind and turned on the lamp.

I dug out the "Misery of Life" book that made me gnash my teeth yesterday from the trash can, carefully placed it on the table, and carefully wiped away some stains.

Meng Lang was extremely glad that he didn't burn it on impulse yesterday.

He took a deep breath and opened the pages of the book again like a pilgrim. He moved gently, like the most devout believer reading the Bible.

The result is the next moment.

"Huh?" Meng Lang was surprised.

Why does this handwriting seem to have faded?

Meng Lang adjusted the light and angle of the desk lamp and looked at it carefully for a while to confirm that it was not his illusion.

If the font last night was normal bold, then the transparency has now been pulled to 50%.

How can it still fade? Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

For a moment, the fonts on the book seemed to fade a little.

Meng Lang rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't his eyesight.

He stared at the increasingly faint handwriting on the page with a thoughtful expression.

The handwriting is disappearing...Does this mean that my future has changed?

So this autobiography is not a disposable item? !

【autobiography:"……"】

Meng Lang was pleasantly surprised.

String theory? Parallel universe? The Butterfly Effect? Space-time paradox?

Meng Lang searched hard to find a reasonable scientific explanation for the existence of this autobiography.

But obviously, the meager physics knowledge in his mind is not enough to support a scumbag with a second degree in college to accomplish such a feat.

He began to think about more practical issues.

If your behavior can change the future, and this book will once again present a new future because of your behavior, and you will change your behavior again because of reading the new content in the book, thus deriving a new future...

If this cycle continues, does that mean that I can have countless opportunities to "change the future"?

Are you confused about the future?

Anyway, I'm pretty messed up.

"Bang bang!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, and Meng Lang was forcibly pulled out from the endless loop of mosquito-repellent incense in his eyes.

Meng Lang closed the book suddenly, feeling as if he was suddenly being checked.

After gesturing for a long time, the book was under the pillow? Wardrobe?

But I felt a little worried no matter where I hid it, so I simply stuffed it into my arms and zipped it up.

…

"Bang bang!"

Outside the door, a woman carrying a bag of fruit frowned and knocked on the door.

Although he wears a wide sports attire, he is tall, with three-dimensional facial features and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that make him look heroic.

The key is, the dozens of keys hanging on the key board in your hand make a clattering sound, making you turn heads when walking on the street...

"Click~" Finally, the door was opened a crack, revealing a pair of alert eyes.

"Why did it take so long?" the woman said somewhat dissatisfied.

"It's the landlord. Sorry, I was taking a shower just now." Meng Lang said with a guilty conscience.

This is the landlord of this rental house. The two of them have only met twice, once when they just moved in, and once when they were pressed for rent.

When signing the rental contract, Meng Lang knew that the somewhat too young landlord in front of him was called Yan Weiwei.

According to the surrounding residents, the entire building was her family's property. Meng Lang could only lament that one rich second generation was lying flat after another...

Taking a shower in broad daylight?

Yan Weiwei looked inside the room through the crack in the door with some doubts, and found that it was dark as if the lights were not turned on, and even the curtains were closed.

Do you need to turn off the lights and draw the curtains to take a shower?

Are you fooling the devil?

Yan Weiwei immediately planned to push the door open to take a look, but found that there was something blocking the door and she couldn't push it open!

Yan Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then became furious.

"Hey! I have such a hot temper! I, Yan Weiwei, have been collecting rent for so long. This is the first time I meet someone who dares to violently resist the rent. Please open the door for me!"

"Eh? No, no, no, don't get me wrong! I didn't violently resist the rent. I didn't feel safe every time I took a shower, so I would block the door.

Besides, I'm not wearing any clothes here, so it's not appropriate for you to come in now! "

Seeing that this girl was so aggressive, Meng Lang rolled up his sleeves and was about to kick the door. His scalp exploded and he quickly explained.

"Fart! You don't feel safe after taking a shower. Do you think you are Daniel Wu?"

"My mother said that boys must know how to protect themselves when they go out..."

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into awkwardness.

Yan Weiwei glanced up and down at Meng Lang, who was hiding behind the door. She looked thoughtful at first, then showed a look of contempt.

“Young people, you must know how to exercise moderation!”

What is moderation? Meng Lang looked at the other party speechlessly. There must be some misunderstanding.

"Okay, I'm not interested in your personal hobbies, but when are you going to pay last month's rent?"

"Uh... well..." Meng Lang smiled awkwardly.

"Can you please give me a few more days and pay this month's salary together with my salary when it comes down?"

In the past two days, I had to bite the bullet and improve my performance, but I didn't have the face to ask for money from my family, so I had to tighten my belt to live.

"Okay, small business, 10% interest." Yan Weiwei said with a straight face and a businesslike look.

In her eyes, Meng Lang had undoubtedly been placed on the "personality blacklist."

"...Okay!" Meng Lang gritted his teeth.

Yaya's, worse than a bank!

Yan Weiwei was too lazy to talk to Meng Lang anymore, so she turned around and knocked on the door next to her.

Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door. The wooden door was not soundproof, and the faint voices of Yan Weiwei and a little girl could be heard outside the door.

"Hello, Sister Yan."

"Xiao Yu is so polite. She is getting cuter and cuter. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up. Come on, sister, give me a kiss, mua~"

"Thank you Sister Yan, my sister is not at home now."

"She's not at home. I'm not telling her. Work is important, but I can't leave you alone at home all the time, right? Really."

"It doesn't matter. I can do my homework at home without my sister."

"My little sweetheart is so sensible that it makes people feel sad. Tell your sister to let her spend more time with you. These are the peaches your sister bought on the road. Take them to wash and eat."

"Thank you, Sister Yan!"

"Well! Sister, let's go. Close the door and don't open it if anyone knocks...especially next door." The last sentence was said in a low voice.

"I know, except for my sister and sister Yan, I won't drive anyone."

"Yeah! So good!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the door closing and the sound of walking away.

Meng Lang gritted his teeth after hearing this.

Double standard dog!

…

Of course, Yan Weiwei, who had already walked far away, didn't know what someone behind her was complaining about. When she passed the stairs, she saw a discarded can on the ground and frowned immediately.

The long legs that turn heads are slightly raised, and the toes are lightly tapped.

"Snapped!"

The highest point is almost touching the ceiling of the corridor, and the cans draw a perfect parabola...

"Swipe!" It accurately fell into a trash can more than ten meters away!

"Shhhh~"

At this time, Yan Weiwei didn't look behind her at all, she had already gone downstairs whistling...