The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

In the previous episode of "Xiaoyu's Game", humans established the "Artificial Intelligence Management Committee" after the disaster and began a desperate war with the Night Demons.

This shows that their envisioned method of “using AI to deal with AI” is feasible.

At least after Jue Juezi unlocked the seal, he didn't receive the box lunch on the spot. His miserable life was extended for another period, which was really gratifying.

Well... although it doesn't cure the root cause, it should at least temporarily treat the symptoms...

He touched his chin.

As a result, one day in the future, there will inevitably be a break between him and the AI ​​he created. Then the problem arises.

As a "spokesperson" for the human side.

How can I make full use of my status as an "old father" and use the gentlest tone to make a tactful yet most threatening threat to the newly awakened Jue Juezi?

Um……

【child? You don’t object to me having a second child, do you? 】

No, no, the amount of information is large enough, but it seems that the momentum is a bit lacking, not strong enough?

[If a son does not hear about the establishment of virtuous people and does not establish elders, how can he not fear that his father will abolish his elders and establish young ones? 】

Hmm... It seems a bit too strong. What if the naughty kid is angered and just flips the table?

Who knows if Jue Juezi gets angry when he wakes up?

Shaking his head to get rid of the wild thoughts in his mind, he looked up at a corner of the bookshelf...

I don’t know if there’s a suitable line in it?

Speaking of which, his biggest enemies are the Night Demons after all, but the ending of "Xiaoyu's Game" is very hasty, and the narration of the future seems to be suddenly interrupted.

【War is coming.

But the truth is never written in books...]

This sentence always gave him a feeling that he couldn't stop talking.

Was the war too tragic to bear to be described, or was it limited by space and left to be analyzed next time?

Could it be that even if all mankind was locked up in a small dark room and abandoned this heavy burden of war, the powerful alliance between Jue Juezi and himself... still could not defeat the Night Demons?

The outcome of the war between the two sides, and the final fate of mankind...

And can the trophies obtained in the battle at the orphanage bring them any useful information?

When the opponent's stronghold is suddenly destroyed, how will the Night Demons react and retaliate?

Life is a process of constantly looking for answers.

Meng Lang was lucky, the answers he wanted... were all in the book...

Pull out the autobiography in the corner of the bookshelf.

On the gray book cover dotted with a large amount of red ink, four large characters were written in a slightly thick black Wei stele style——

"No Survivors"!

Meng Lang felt his heart tremble suddenly.

Hey hey! This is definitely not the "answer" he wants!

After all, it was the "Last Mohican" last time. This time, there are simply no people to pay homage after his death, right?

Did you say that the harder you work, the luckier you will be?

Calm down! Calm down! The title of the book cannot explain everything. Maybe there will be a big twist later?

According to the usual practice, it would not be the style of the brothers to let him easily guess the ending using the title of the book. It should be like this... right?

Taking a deep breath, I opened the first page of the book with a heavy heart...

[Yes, life is a process of finding answers.

But more important than the answers are the questions.

If the answer is wrong, it can be corrected.

And if the question is wrong, then any answer will be just one detour after another...

"How can we defeat the Night Demons and save all mankind?"

I have been pursuing the answer to this question all my life, and my friends and I have fought an arduous and brutal struggle for this!

Study the weaknesses of the Protoss, explore the possibility of a comeback, and use all available resources.

Fight against viruses, fight against giant beasts, fight against Jue Juezi, fight against humans...

Although due to the obstruction of a certain big country, we still failed to prevent the arrival of Pluto.

However, relying on our prophetic advantages, we gradually established the extremely large wartime industrial complex "Wanwu Holdings", created mankind's second world "Collapse Heart", and created a world that can activate the love of the same Juezi at any time. Killed "Cassia"...

I don’t know when, the earth’s orbit has been filled with our floating rail guns.

The security circle of Huanwu City is lined with turrets, third-generation robot guardians are scattered all over the mountains and plains, and unmanned seventh-generation fighters cover the sky.

The alliance of humans and machines is enough to keep any axis of evil on earth at bay!

The war came as expected.

Betting on the future of children, sacrificing countless comrades, and stepping on the wreckage of a hostile country...

With the home field advantage, we even once severely damaged the "nest" and saw the dawn of human victory...

However, it was not until the end that I realized that I was wrong, we were all wrong!

Yes, we got the real enemy wrong from the beginning.

Just like the acquaintance I met during the morning exercise the next day, the direction was wrong. No matter how hard I tried, I just failed with various postures...

July 8, 2063.

On this day, a rift in the Mariana Trench tore through the Himalayas.

Mushroom clouds from the Yellowstone National Park volcano stretch across the sky.

The planet is scarred like an abyss.

Meteors and fire showers all over the sky, blocking out the sun...

I didn't understand until that moment.

Some things cannot be changed by hard work.

We can only do what feels right and then accept that it backfires...]

…

The next day, the wind was gentle and the sky was clear and clear.

"...your footsteps wander to the end of the world

My longing will follow you far away

Whose tears condensed into frost in the moonlight

It's you who makes me miss you so much that I feel like breaking my heart..."

A group of red-clad "Rampage Troupes" composed of old men and women passed by in an orderly manner. The loudspeaker in the leader's pocket played the deafening "Wandering to the End of the World".

Meng Lang, who had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, had dull eyes and mechanically swung his arms along the familiar street, exuding an aura called "decadent" all over his body.

Just like the weird phenomenon popular in society.

On one side are the energetic old people, on the other side are the lifeless young people...

The slightly noisy and peaceful daily life, in Meng Lang's eyes at this moment, was like a dreamy bubble, like a bubble that would burst at the touch of a touch.

For these ordinary people, the inability to foresee the future may be a good thing.

At that moment, he just wanted to escape desperately, escape from the study room filled with all kinds of "tragedies", and escape to a distant place that no one knew.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but his heart was full of gloom...

Why should we think about struggle all the time?

Aren't people who completely accept their fate and make peace with themselves happy?

Want to give up? But he was unwilling to do so.

You have obviously worked hard until now, and the bodies of the brothers who died can be described as "positive" several times...

Can you continue to fight?

Please, the earth is cracked and there is no air in the universe. Who do you want him to compete with?

“No one survives”, so what’s the point of trying hard?

It’s no wonder that the brothers in the previous episode didn’t even want to write. Such a “truth” is too despairing...

Lying flat or struggling, both lives are very happy.

Only those who waver between these two choices are the saddest and most painful, right?

Just when the negative emotions were overwhelming, a cry of selling suddenly came from my ears.

"Rice rice rolls, we sell rice rolls. Authentic Cantonese rice rolls, delicious and cheap!"

"Huh?" The voice sounded familiar, and he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the food stall nearby.

At this glance, he was immediately stunned.

Indeed, as mentioned in the book, I met an "acquaintance" here today.

In a common mobile cart, Wang Xianfu, whom he had met several times before, was hawking while holding a shovel and sweating profusely on the iron plate.

The rice milk is poured on the steaming plate in a thin layer, and a paper-thin rice roll skin steams out in a burst of smoke.

Brush a layer of sauce on it, then pour in various auxiliary ingredients, and fold the rice rolls skillfully...

In the past, the successful entrepreneur who never left his Hermès leather bag is now wearing an apron and walking among the vendors, shouting hard.

What's going on?

Even though his mentality was a little shattered by the future of this episode, Meng Lang couldn't help but feel stunned.

The owner of BMW Xiangche changed his career to a Cantonese rice roll vendor?

Isn't your crossover a bit abrupt?

Wang Xianfu on the other side soon discovered the stunned young man in front of the stall.

The moment he saw Meng Lang, a trace of uneasiness and panic flashed across his face.

He was a little embarrassed to be seen in his desolate state by acquaintances, mainly the parents of his son's classmates.

"Brother Wang, what are you..." Meng Lang looked strange.

"Ahem! It turns out it's Brother Meng who's out for morning exercises so early. Come on, if you don't mind, sit down and have breakfast. I'll treat you."

Wang Xianfu looked embarrassed, but he quickly cleared the small table next to him, and his chubby face was quickly filled with a smile again.

It's just that the curve of the corner of his mouth is somewhat bitter.

"Uh... ok, no need to treat me. Give me some shrimp rice rolls and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay! Come right away!"

Meng Lang, who hadn't had breakfast yet, sat down and looked at the busy Wang Xianfu with a strange expression.

The reason why I continued my morning run in a bad mood today was simply because I was curious about who the "acquaintance" specifically mentioned in the book was.

From what I heard, the other party seemed to be a failed professional as well.

When I came here today to take a look, this posture of failure is indeed a bit strange...

Um! Either way, people are a kind of comparison animal. Seeing the other person's bad life, Meng Lang's mood improved for some reason.

Within two minutes, a portion of rice rolls, which were crystal clear, shiny, and very appetizing, was delivered.

In addition to soy milk, a small plate of crispy radish was also served.

"Brother Wang, look at your actions, don't you look like a novice?" Meng Lang asked curiously.

There were no customers at the stall, so Wang Xianfu wiped his hands on his apron.

"Haha! I'm not from a rich family. I did all kinds of dirty and tiring jobs when I went to the south.

I worked in factories to tighten screws and set up stalls on the streets. This skill was developed at that time.

Fortunately, I'm not rusty, and I can still eat some food today. "

A look of self-deprecation appeared on Wang Xianfu's face.

"Oh! I'm not afraid of my brother's jokes. I've had some problems in my business recently, and my life... is a bit tight. No, I can only go back to my old job temporarily...

If you want to blame me, just blame me for my bad luck..."

Listening to the other party's story, Meng Lang learned about the other party's recent experiences.

It’s not unusual to say it, just like the familiar experiences of many small contractors.

The real estate developer owes the construction unit, the construction unit owes the outsourcing team, the big contractor owes the small contractor, and the small contractor owes the migrant workers...

The real estate owner owed money and became a deadbeat, but the bank treated him with respect. After all, it was not clean.

The construction company has a strong background, so the big contractors dare not speak out.

So, the worst sufferers are the small contractors. They can't get money from the top, and the migrant workers below are still collecting debts in the middle of the night.

Selling houses and cars can't fill the hole, so they have no choice but to "perform".

Speaking of which, Wang Xianfu is also a typical worker who started from scratch. He went out to make a living at a young age. After saving some capital, he opened a small company and became a contractor.

With his hard work and the connections he has accumulated over the years, he caught up with the tide of the real estate era.

Just like the other party's name, he became one of the lucky ones who got rich first.

But there are unexpected changes in the world, and people are subject to misfortunes at any time.

Wang Xianfu, who originally wanted to replace his Audi with a scissor door in the second half of the year, did not expect that he did, but he replaced it with a small tricycle...

Sure enough, if you want to make a class leap, you have to avoid the return of the middle class to poverty...

"Alas! Obviously, the housing prices in the market are still very strong. How can such a large enterprise not come up with money..."

Hearing such sighs, Meng Lang was also a little emotional for a while.

The market's reaction is always a beat slower than capital.

Hasn't you seen that the Hong Kong man who speculated the most fiercely in real estate has been running in the past two years, and even the Xu Group, which is in its heyday, is trying to transform itself?

In the game of passing the flower, the last person to run must be the worst.

Now it is only a small-scale capital chain problem. When the lid can no longer be covered in two years, and even ordinary people can feel the chill, that is the time when the dominoes will really spread...

Well...Speaking of which, he seems to have "been" one of the unlucky people who bought a house in 2018.

What's worse, he didn't buy the right location, and he lost his life directly...

From this point of view, he seems to have no right to say that Wang Xianfu is late to realize.

"Brother Wang, don't be too pessimistic. Since you can get to where you are now, you can naturally make a comeback. Who doesn't have a low point in life?" Meng Lang could only comfort him in this way.

"Hehe! Family members know their own affairs. I'm almost 40 years old. How many opportunities can this era leave for people like me?

But I don't want too much, brother. It's enough for our family to live a simple life.

Don't look at my small business. It's not much less than what I earned before.

Next, I plan to pay back what I owe as much as possible, borrow some capital from my father-in-law, and then open a small restaurant in Wu City.

There are many opportunities in the inland, and there are some connections of my brother there, which should be useful..."

However, he didn't notice that Meng Lang on the opposite side looked at him with more sympathy...

No wonder even his own brothers couldn't bear to look directly at you. Your life path is just a step into the muzzle!

Wang Xianfu sighed, and his eyes became red as he spoke.

"Alas! I don't care about anything else, but I feel sorry for Xiaokai. I spoiled him since he was a child, but I couldn't give him a good condition."

He looked at Meng Lang with some embarrassment.

"Brother Meng, I don't want to affect the child because of family matters. I'm worried that he can't accept it for a while.

So I want to ask you, don't tell the children about my stall..."

Meng Lang was stunned, looking at Wang Xianfu with a sincere face, and then he understood what was going on with his enthusiasm when he just met.

It turned out that he was worried that his child would be discriminated against by his classmates...

He looked down at the rice noodle rolls, and it could be seen from the fullness that enough ingredients were used.

From the scenery in front of people to the cautious flattery now...

He could only sigh in his heart... "Father's love is like a mountain"!

"Don't worry, I'm not a chatterbox."

"Thank you..."

"Boss, a serving of barbecued pork rice noodle rolls!"

"Here it is! Brother Meng, I'm sorry, take your time, I'll go and greet the guests first."

Looking at the other party's busy figure again, Meng Lang tasted a mouthful of rice noodle rolls, only to feel a little unpleasant.

He couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and sighed.

To be fair, he had no ill feelings towards Wang Xianfu.

Although he loved to show off and compare like some nouveau riche, he was like the millions of hardworking Chinese people who got rich, and he worked hard step by step with his own hands to get his current life.

The fact that he didn't run away due to debt, but instead tried every means to pay off his debts, made him more respectable than most well-dressed businessmen.

However, as written in the book.

Some things cannot be changed by hard work, and the degree of your efforts only determines your posture of failure...

And...what if you succeed?

Everything is like a bubble...

It will eventually turn into dust in the universe...

"Swish~"

The sound of car brakes and car doors opening and closing came from behind, followed by a pair of high heels approaching from afar...

Meng Lang didn't even look back and picked up a small stool beside him.

"Sit down!"

"Hmm?" A surprised voice came from behind, and then a graceful figure sat next to Meng Lang with a gust of fragrant wind.

Gao Yuan looked Meng Lang up and down curiously.

"How do you know it's me? I heard that martial arts masters can recognize people by their voices. Is this true?"

I can't recognize people by their voices, but I still have the ability to recognize people by reading books.

"Alas! How come everyone knows that I am a martial arts master? Am I so shallow?" Meng Lang said helplessly.

The same goes for Mr. Hu and Gao Yuan.

Have I ever shown my divine power in front of others? You guys just make comments like this.

"Puff!" Gao Yuan smiled.

"Don't get me wrong. I was just curious and took the opportunity of work to ask Lawyer Lin about some of your heroic deeds."

Meng Lang's mouth twitched.

Why do women love gossip? Even the cold Lawyer Lin is no exception?

"By the way, whether I wear high heels or sneakers, will it affect your ability to recognize people by voice?"

Hearing this strange question with a clear mind, Meng Lang rolled his eyes.

Speaking of which, Gao Yuan's curiosity about her boss is really a bit heavy.

Last time she inspected Mengshan Animal Husbandry, she didn't treat me as an outsider and moved directly into her house.

Just some clues on the bookshelf in the bedroom almost completely exposed her false personality of a "history lover".

My mother is a talkative person...

If all my past is exposed, how can I, the boss behind the scenes, maintain my mystery in front of my subordinates in the future?

Oh! The savior chosen by the Earth Civilization also picked the Rice Field Communists?

The Wallfacer's prestige has been shattered, right?!