The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Yuyuan Community.

"Click!" After Gao Yuan entered the door, she put her handbag on the shoe rack, took off her shoes and entered this well-decorated mansion that felt a little empty.

This is one of the most high-end residential areas in Su City, adjacent to Jinji Lake. Although it is not like many villa areas that easily cost hundreds of millions, a 150-square-meter suite is priced at more than 10 million.

This is one of the few "premarital assets" left by her deceased parents.

Since their separation three years ago, this place has become her only support.

After Xu Jinsong cut off her financial resources, she only had a few hundred thousand yuan left in her bank account. Even in the divorce proceedings, she signed a "litigation risk agency contract" with Zhongtian Law Firm, in which she filed the lawsuit first and paid later.

Life is much more difficult than before, but fortunately she is not a rich lady who likes to spend money and enjoy herself.

After taking a shower, Gao Yuan dried her hair and came to the study in her nightgown.

Reading a book before going to bed has always been her habit.

In this unusually spacious study room, except for a table and a chair, there was no other furniture. The surrounding walls were completely blocked by bookshelves, and the bookshelves were densely packed with books.

Some of them were left behind by Gao Yuan's father, and some were added by Gao Yuan himself later. There are quite a wide variety of them.

Gao Yuan walked past rows of bookshelves.

In addition to books on history, there are also a large number of famous works on business management and finance.

Although Gao Yuan's father is a history professor, she is studying for a master's degree in finance from Harvard, and she also thought about helping Xu Jinsong manage the company.

It's a pity that Xu Jinsong never allowed her to interfere in any business of the Xu Group, even if she was too busy at home.

She walked past the books that had accompanied her through the most silent period of her life, and finally pulled out a hardcover book with a yellow cover from the most conspicuous position next to the desk.

I saw it written clearly... "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli".

She leaned leisurely on the engineering chair, flipping through the books in her hands casually, as if she was a little absent-minded.

This is a book that uses the fifteenth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1587) as the starting point for observation, and explores the profound reasons for the decline of the late Ming Empire through the description of key historical figures.

The book is divided into seven chapters, respectively describing the supreme ruler Emperor Wanli, the great scholar Shen Shixing, the first assistant Zhang Juzheng, the model bureaucrat Hai Rui, the liberal intellectual Li Zhi, the anti-Japanese hero Qi Jiguang, etc.

As a niche book, it is hard to imagine that a young person would like this kind of boring historical academic book as much as she does.

She knew her worth, and of course she knew there were people who would suit her.

But even Xu Jinsong didn't know that she liked this book, let alone anyone else.

Coincidence?

What an interesting guy...

[My love for the hawthorn tree will only be pure with you and can be discarded. My bottom line...]

The cell phone ringing next to her interrupted Gao Yuan's thoughts.

She picked up the phone and took a look, frowning slightly.

"Hello?"

"Tomorrow? What's wrong?"

"I think everything that needs to be said has been said. I don't think there's anything we can talk about."

"What? You want to settle out of court?" Gao Yuan was surprised for a moment.

After listening for a while, Gao Yuan slowly said, "Okay, where is it?"

hang up the phone.

"Yunding Restaurant..."

[Yuanyuan, marry me...]

Gao Yuan sighed slightly as her thoughts slowly drifted to ten years ago.

Since it is the starting point of everything, let it be the end of everything...

No longer interested in reading, Gao Yuan stood up. Just as she was about to go back to the bedroom to rest, she suddenly remembered something and stopped.

She walked out of the study and took out a black box from her handbag.

Opening the box, he suspiciously took out something thick at the top and thin at the bottom, like a flashlight.

After flipping through it for a long time, Gao Yuan couldn't figure out what it was, so she couldn't help but try to press the only button on it.

"Zizi~"

Gao Yuan: "..."

…

The next morning, after sending Xiao Yu off to Meng Lang's morning exercise, he got on the bus directly.

Today is the time for the company's regular meeting.

To be honest, Meng Lang didn't want to go at all when he thought of Wang Zhiping's usual spit-spitting, nitpicking tone and demeanor.

Although I got an insurance policy from the bald manager, I barely reached the passing performance mark this month.

But I think such a small performance will not affect Wang Zhiping's interest in cursing others.

So Meng Lang had already made up his mind. If Wang Zhiping dared to make trouble at the meeting this time, he would get angry in front of everyone!

How can you compare with a little expert in debating in the Chinese department with just a few sentences that you repeat over and over again?

If I don’t make your face bloom with peach blossoms this time, each wave getting higher than the last, and you vomit three liters of blood on the spot, I won’t call you Meng Xiaolang!

He had long made up his mind to resign.

Why did you insist on going to work and being insulted by him every day?

Come, recite with me, Qiyi Wengqiong!

Things are different now. The interest on my savings is higher than my current salary. This is the confidence to go crazy!

Money is a good thing, because even if one day you scold your leader bloody, you can still live without worries about food and clothing, and remember the past...

Then hide under the quilt and have fun.

Aren’t the vast majority of people in this world working so hard just to show some shame to those who have humiliated us?

He was ready to throw the resignation letter V2.0 in his face, and the depth and breadth of his cordial greetings to Comrade Wang Zhiping were once again sublimated, ensuring that he would vomit three liters after reading it!

Smooth liver qi can effectively promote physical health.

So this is definitely not revenge, it is purely for health.

Amitabha! Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil~

Manager Wang, please don’t make me go crazy!

"What's going on with the old man next to you?"

"I don't know, I always feel like my laughter is so sinister."

…

As soon as Meng Lang entered the company, he met Ma Qiao.

"Huh? I haven't seen you for a few days, kid. I thought you ran away?"

Meng Lang completely ignored this ignorant slander and said slowly while walking to the elevator.

"Run away? In two years, you will realize that even if the world is so big, we have nowhere to escape, and it is safest to stay at home."

"What are you talking about? But... I said you have changed a lot since I haven't seen you for two days." Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang up and down in surprise.

"Oh?" Meng Lang looked down at himself.

"The clothes are still the same... So, I have become more attractive?"

"Ha! Sorry, charm is indeed supported by clothes, but not yours!" Ma Qiao patted her bulging chest.

rash:"……"

OK! You have big breasts, you are right!

"I'm talking about your spirit. Something must have happened to you."

Meng Lang had to admire that this guy's eyes were still so vicious.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you've learned how to read faces? Then take a look, does my heavenly spirit cap have purple energy rising to the sky?"

“I haven’t seen the purple energy, but I have seen some confidence.

Don’t you know that people with confidence and those without confidence walk differently?

I asked you, is there something good going on? Could it be that... I made money by investing? "

"Hey! You are really right. How about the return on investment dozens of times? Do you regret not borrowing the money that day?"

"Come on, dozens of times a week, unless you go to Macau! Even if there is such a high profit, the risk is definitely high enough for me to stay away from it!"

"Would you like to do the zero-risk thing?"

"Zero risk?" Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang carefully with strange eyes, and then took two steps to the side for some reason.

"As far as I know, there are zero-risk and high-return transactions, but they are not suitable for me."

"Oh? What deal?" This time it was Meng Lang's turn to be confused.

Ma Qiao only replied one word. "Sell!"

Meng Lang was speechless, turned around and left.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"WC! Three emergencies!"

"Go at this time, the meeting is about to begin. Do you want to be late?"

"Will I be scolded for being late?"

"Sure!"

"That's okay."

Ma Qiao: "..."

He stretched out his hand but hesitated to speak.

From the back of the other party walking further and further away, Ma Qiao seemed to see a warrior who dared to face the bleak life...

…

Ten minutes later, at the door of the conference room.

"The moon waxes and wanes, and people arrive late and leave early. This is a difficult thing in ancient times, and I can completely understand it.

But it’s the first time I’ve seen him look so excited after being late, as if he drank urine sugar.

This little guy can still be so rosy even after being late. His psychological quality is incredible. His performance must be very stable, right?

Look, everyone, the advantage of this kind of person is that they are the mainstay in daily life, but they are useless at critical moments. I think they can be used as models and typical examples to hang on our display wall..."

Meng Lang looked embarrassed, but he could only bow his head and admit his mistake.

"Yes...I'm sorry!"

It's not that he gave up when things got tough, but he was dumbfounded as soon as he walked in...

Who is this little old man on the stage? How can I criticize you if I don’t know you?

The key point is that he is old enough to be his grandfather. This is bullying the elderly. It is easy to say it or not!

Why did you bring a temporary substitute? Instead, he is still such a fastidious person who never uses curse words when he curses!

Don’t talk about martial ethics!

Where is our good leader Wang Zhiping who is meticulous with his slicked-back hair, insists on holding regular meetings every week regardless of rain or shine, repeatedly asks "do you have a sense of time", and never arrives late or leaves early? !

My Italian guns are set up, where is Yamamoto-kun?

The little old man had the habit of talking a lot like old people, so he talked for more than a minute before he was completely happy.

"Okay, since you are sincere in admitting your mistake, let's forget it this time and won't do it next time."

Meng Lang reluctantly walked into the conference room with everyone's sympathetic eyes and saw Lao Zhang at first sight.

Hmm... He looked like he was holding his forehead and didn't want to recognize him.

Ma Qiao, who was in the back row, held back a laugh and pointed to the side next to her.

Meng Lang sat down, looked forward, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Where is Wang Zhiping?!"

Ma Qiao also kept his eyes straight and conveyed information in a low voice with only the movement of his lips.

"You don't know yet? He hasn't been here for several days. The man above is the acting manager appointed by the company, his surname is Liang.

He actually has a pretty good personality and doesn't care about the world. After all, he's about to retire. That's what he says... I don't need to say more, you have experienced it yourself. "

I……

This feeling of hitting the cotton with a fist and then being bounced back and beating yourself up until your nose was bruised and your face was swollen...

"What's going on with that guy Wang Zhiping? He said he won't go to work if he doesn't want to go to work?" Meng Lang yelled with resentment rising to the sky.

What about the role models and examples we promised?

Do insurance company managers also get annual leave?

Can he still volunteer as 007 and lead by example?

Liver qi stagnation...

"Well! I was quite puzzled at first, but there was a rumor yesterday that there seemed to be a fire in the backyard of the house."

Backyard fire?

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment. He knew this gossip about Ma Qiao, and it was almost the same as the official investigation report.

"What happened? His wife cheated on him?"

"Pfft!" Ma Qiao almost couldn't hold back.

"What's wrong with you? If you want to cheat, it must be him!"

Meng Lang paused, a little embarrassed.

Use yourself to save others, use yourself to save others!

"Wang Zhiping was caught on the spot?" Meng Lang saw the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

"That's not true. I heard that someone secretly placed an intimate photo in front of someone's house, and then a fire broke out in the backyard. The family is busy putting out the fire recently.

Afraid of causing trouble in the company, Wang Zhiping quickly took a long sick leave.

But even if he comes, he probably won’t be able to see anyone. "

Meng Lang immediately imagined Wang Zhiping being slapped into a pig's head and being laughed at when he came to work.

emm…

The reasons for not coming are so good that even I, the sufferer, can't say anything.

But he soon noticed another detail.

"You call this kind of information that can only be obtained by the FBI gossip?" Meng Lang's eyes were strange.

I even know the details of the intimate photos being exposed...

Are you really a member of an intelligence organization?

"There is a student in my gym who is the best friend of the Wang family nanny's best friend."

"Uh... you are awesome! Then tell me, who is the god who posted this photo? He is so cruel that he wants to break up such a beautiful couple."

"Do you really think I'm the FBI? I know all this stuff."

"I thought you knew everything I didn't know."

"hehe!"

"Ahem!" At this moment, the little old man on the stage coughed slightly, and the background noise in the audience immediately dropped by several decibels.

Even Meng Lang immediately sat upright and didn't dare to say any more.

At this point, he just felt a little depressed...

Before I could take action, the enemy fell.

Being invincible is a bit too lonely!

Is my resignation destined to not be a hot search topic, but to be unknown and refreshing?

“The company has team-building activities on weekends, and those who meet the performance standards this month can bring their families to participate.

The so-called plan for a year is spring, especially you young people should go out more and do more activities. Don't stay at home playing mahjong and playing games to avoid a lot of problems when you get old.

This body is squandered when you are young, and you have to pay back the debt when you are old.

Go out to exercise, see the scenery, cultivate your sentiments, bring a few customers if you can, and earn money while having fun, why not? "

Well... Hearing what the little old man said, Meng Lang nodded in agreement.

In fact, if you think about it, if Wang Zhiping is no longer here, this job is actually quite comfortable, very free, and quite healthy.

There is no need to clock in and sign in. If you have anything to do, you can go "meet clients". If you have nothing to do, you can drink chicken soup with Uncle Zhang. Occasionally, you can listen to Ma Qiao's gossip, and you can often organize group trips...

Think about it carefully, without the pressure of life, this is actually a very suitable job for retirement?

The most important thing is that when I go home during the holidays, my parents and relatives ask me if I can say that I am a homeless person.

How do you support yourself? How do you explain the source of your huge wealth?

Did you say you went to Macau?

Then when you enter the house, your dad will break your legs?

So, would it be more tactful to say that meeting a rich woman made my business soar?