Meng Lang took the carton with a confused expression.
Have I chopped my hands recently? I shouldn’t? Mainly because of my recent strength, I don’t allow it.
Could it be another "local souvenir" sent from my mother's hometown?
"Tear off!" He used the key to cut open the tape. Meng Lang was stunned when he saw what was inside.
What is this? A book?
I saw a thin, plain-looking black and white book lying quietly in the box.
Meng Lang turned it over curiously, and the next moment, he was stunned on the spot.
Just because on the cover of that book, "The Tragic Life of Meng Lang" was clearly written...
Meng Lang looked at the title of the book carefully again.
Meng's Meng, the wave of the sea wave, yes, it is his name!
The veins on his forehead throbbed.
Is this a joke made by some evil and smoking master?
How miserable is your life? I am miserable for you, uncle!
Could it be that guy Ah Xian?
No, no, it's not very likely. That's Neptune, who calls himself a "master of time management." If he doesn't spend time in the sea, how can he come ashore for his brothers?
It's not him. Could it be that I accidentally offended someone?
Meng Lang resisted the urge to throw the book to the ground and opened the pages.
What catches the eye is a photo of the author.
Wearing a hospital gown, there was no smile on his pale and frail face.
The key is to look at your appearance... Does it look like you are several decades older?
Meng Lang's mouth twitched.
It’s amazing to be able to do computer synthesis. This special effect costs more than 50 cents, right?
Resisting the urge to tear the photo into pieces, Meng Lang continued to look down with the quality and discipline he had accumulated for 24 years.
[Once, my dream was to be a police uncle, but then half of my dream was achieved and I became an uncle.
Later, my dream was to earn an annual salary of one million, marry a beautiful mentor, and reach the pinnacle of life. Later, when I had just earned an annual salary of 50,000, the beautiful mentor married someone, and the groom was not me.
So I understood that a person should be down-to-earth and set a small goal first, to join the Fortune 500!
…
I succeeded! I joined China Life Insurance and became an insurance salesperson!
…
In the end, I finally understood that you must never be down-to-earth in life. Just like Mr. Tony said, you must make money make money, so that you will not become a slave to money.
I borrowed money from relatives, maxed out my credit cards, and increased leverage to become a shareholder of China Petroleum Corporation. Then I ran into the 2018 stock market crash and became a deadbeat overnight.
…
After taking out three wallets, my parents pulled me out of the abyss. The price was that my retired parents had to start working again, and I instantly felt like I had aged several years.
…
After experiencing severe beatings from society, I finally came to my senses. I threw away the burden of my dreams and decided to guard a city, wait for someone, and spend the rest of my ordinary life with my wife and children.
That person arrived as expected, like an angel, illuminating me in the trough.
Love comes suddenly like a storm. The day after we met, it rained heavily outside and we couldn't go home. It happened that there was only one room left in the hotel...
I was sure that it was love, so I quickly held her hand and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau with a smile.
The wind that day was so gentle and full of happiness.
Even many years later, I still clearly remember the staff member who issued the certificate for us, reminding me to tie my shoelaces with a smile full of blessings.
…
During the Spring Festival of that year, a child was born. He was a fat boy weighing 7.7 pounds and had type B blood.
There are fireworks all over the sky outside, as if the whole world is celebrating me...
Even the epidemic that broke out the following year was not able to dilute even a trace of my joy.
…
Eighteen years later, after an accidental car accident, I discovered that the blood transfusion given to her by the hospital was type A...
I thought that as long as I really liked it, I could impress someone, but it turned out that the only person I impressed was myself.
I drank a lot that day and after vomiting blood and being hospitalized, the doctor diagnosed me with advanced gastric cancer.
My parents could not bear the repeated blows, and they eventually died before me.
In desperation, I took off my oxygen mask.
As I am dying, I would like to write this book to commemorate my tragic life...]
Meng Lang held the book and was silent for a long time like a statue, and then his expression gradually became distorted.
"The tragic life of WQNM!" Meng Lang threw the book to the ground angrily.
He gritted his teeth and stepped on it a few more times.
"Don't let me know who it is, or I'll make you a 72h avi!"
Meng Lang, who was so angry that his liver ached, sat on the sofa and took a few sips of cold water, and then suppressed the evil fire in his heart.
After a long time, Meng Lang calmed down a little and began to resist the urge to kill, thinking about who he had offended, who actually went to such trouble to find a gunman to curse him.
Not to mention, this shooter's writing level is beyond the reach of anyone who has not taken the "Full Score Essay" exam. I almost shed tears when I read it myself!
Are you spending so much money just to disgust me?
What kind of hatred or resentment? Did I eat your rice or dig up your ancestral graves?
Is it the revenge of killing my father or the robbery of my wife...wait! I am a pure and pure boy, and I certainly can't commit this crime, right?
Could it be Aqiao? He messed up a few of his clients last month, but with his brain full of muscles, he probably couldn't come up with such a creative trick.
Landlord? That’s not right, it’s just one month’s rent owed. Who’s in debt these days?
Could it be that the merchant who gave me the negative review last month was dissatisfied?
Then there is no reason to know my blood type, right?
Revenge from your ex-girlfriend? Oh! I didn’t, so that’s okay.
After thinking for a long time, Meng Lang went through all the people he had offended recently, but Meng Lang couldn't find a single suspicious target.
And the more I thought about it, the more weird it seemed to me.
After calming down, he frowned, suppressed his anger, picked up the dusty book, and read it carefully again.
Then find a piece of paper and pen.
"My childhood dream was to be a policeman", "I have a crush on a beautiful mentor", "I just joined the Fortune 500", "Type A blood".
Looking at the four circled entries, Meng Lang was shocked.
"all hit!"
And the time span spans my childhood, college, and society...
Who could be so familiar with me?
Unless...this person has actually been paying close attention to me since kindergarten?
Could it be the legendary "kindergarten wife"?
Is it just because I have forgotten the "eternal oath" that I made back then that I become hateful because of love?
Meng Lang racked his brains, but he couldn't remember whether he had set a flag to "marry you when I grow up" when he was in kindergarten.
But even if I did, my crush on the beautiful mentor is definitely a secret among secrets. Even if it is my best friend A Xian, I am ashamed to talk about it. This person can actually tell the truth.
This cannot be explained by "kindergarten wife".
After thinking for a while, Meng Lang picked up his phone.
"Hey, Dad."
"Son, what's the matter? Hua la la~" There was a sound of mahjong collision over there.
"What was my dream as a child?"
There was a lull in the movement there, and after a while, my father's uncertain voice came, "Astronaut?"
"What's my blood type?" Meng Lang asked again.
"...O?" The voice on the other side became weaker.
"Bah!" Meng Lang hung up the phone.
This suspect can be ruled out.
He buried himself on the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Who is this person...?
…
The next day, Meng Lang, who had panda eyes, came to the company to check in and scan his face.
Then, without even entering the door, I wandered to the snack bar I usually visit outside the company.
"Boss, one wonton, and another tray of xiaolongbao."
"okay!"
Soon, hot food was placed in front of him, and Meng Lang poured out the ingredients absentmindedly.
As soon as the food entered his mouth, Meng Lang's expression froze.
Too much vinegar...
"Alas!" sighed.
He finally realized what it meant to be "like a lump in the throat, making it difficult to sleep or eat well".
I thought about it all night yesterday and couldn't figure out the reason.
It's as if a pair of eyes behind you are secretly watching you all the time, knowing everything about you and harboring full malice. It's an unbearable feeling.
"This brother, his face is not very good. Is he encountering any difficulties?"
At this time, a voice came from beside him. Meng Lang looked up and found that there was a diner sitting next to him.
This man is in his thirties, with a mustache, a suit and leather shoes, shiny leather shoes, wearing a "Longines", carrying a briefcase, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a warm smile on his face.
It's easy to make people feel good.
There was a breakfast on the table, and it seemed that it was also an office worker nearby.
The so-called reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling person, Meng Lang responded with a polite smile, "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night."
"Oh...Looking at my little brother's age, he must have just started working soon, right?
What worries you at this age is either because of women or because of work."
"Yeah." Meng Lang hummed absentmindedly, with no intention of talking in depth.
But in the eyes of the "old salesman", this expression is a proper "little lost lamb"!
"Brother, I've been through this before. When I was your age, I was struggling all day for a little salary, and in the end my girlfriend broke up with me.
Working a 996 job and earning a salary of several thousand yuan, how much money can you still have left after paying the rent, water and electricity?
After all, it’s not about money, a penny can’t help a heroic man!”
The man in the suit sounded sad, as if he felt the same as Meng Lang.
He tried this trick over and over again, and sure enough, Meng Lang finally raised his head and looked at him, as if he understood what he meant.
“With more than half my life’s experience, I have concluded that it is too difficult to get ahead on that dead salary!
So you have to make money make money, so that you won't become a slave to money." The man in the suit patted Meng Lang on the shoulder, wiped his mouth, stood up, and seemed ready to leave.
"etc!"
The voice coming from behind made the man in the suit raise a smile on his lips. When he turned his face, it was replaced by his original harmless expression.
"What's wrong little brother?"
"Say what you just said again."
"Which sentence? Oh! I said you should make money make money so that you won't become a slave to money. This is what the world's richest man, Bharat, said. If you understand it, you can use it for a lifetime."
After the man in the suit finished speaking, he found that the other person's expression seemed a little different from what he had imagined, and looked very strange.
Meng Lang put down his chopsticks and looked at the man in the suit with a serious expression.
"May I ask what this eldest brother's name is?"
It’s coming, it’s coming! The performance is coming!
The man in the suit showed eight white teeth. "My surname is Niu."
Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he was overthinking...