"Ah~ I have signed the termination contract, and not a cent of liquidated damages has been paid."
"ha?"
"Then the guy publicly apologized to me in front of everyone..."
"this……"
Duan Xian and Duan Xiaoyi stared at the termination contract on the table in a daze.
"Brother! Who did you find to come forward to scare Na Hundan like this?" Duan Xiaoyi said with a strange expression.
That rich second-generation boss was so arrogant before, but he is so embarrassed today.
The look of someone who was clearly feeling aggrieved, but could only blush and bow obediently to apologize, fully demonstrated what it means to be "arrogant at first and respectful later".
Now that I can handle such a small scene, I no longer need the ability to predict...
The goal of ordinary people is to reach the sky, that is, to enter and exit the general phase. How the hell do you want to run towards the stars and the sea?
"Xiao Meng, you are indeed very knowledgeable about poetry, but do you really think there is such a saint in the world?
If he doesn't do it for fame and wealth, what does he do for it?" Hu Yonghua asked tentatively.
Hu Yonghua pointed to the words on the desk and asked with a smile.
Seeing that Duan Xian looked a little strange, Duan Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.
Fame, fortune and wealth are all in the past.
"This is not your brother and I have great powers..."
Meng Lang coughed dryly and explained.
This is the disadvantage of opening a new destiny line. Without the "certainty of the future", all situations can only be adaptable.
During this time, he appeared on many programs and made many connections in the industry through his skills in sales.
He didn't lie. The Meng family genealogy honors Mencius as the "first ancestor". This is well-documented and is displayed in the ancestral hall.
As for what kind of inheritance of a thousand-year-old family the two father and son will come up with...
Last time I showed off my lower limit, this time...
How could an introducer be so highly regarded by Hu Yifei, a brat with eyes higher than his head?
"Mr. Meng..."
Unable to break away from the shackles of this 'thread', no matter how high the kite flies, in the end it will only be able to see clouds and smoke, but not the higher scenery!
But if the thread of fame and fortune is cut off, it will skyrocket to 90,000 miles...
"So, Xiao Meng's family must be well-educated?"
Meng Lang's lips curled up.
I can only lament that this life encounter is really wonderful.
No wonder Secretary Li looked familiar to me yesterday!
Were they not the same two people we met at that time?
"Plan? What's your plan? At worst, I'll become a game anchor. I won't starve to death anyway."
Then it's none of my business.
"Bet?" Hu Yonghua was stunned for a moment.
"I don't know if there are any saints in this world...but we can make a bet."
"Well! It seems that Xiao Meng also understands poetry.
"Anyway, you don't go to work that soon. If you have time, help me bring my friends. That guy is handicapped. If you can... try to bring gold."
Meng Lang was a little dazed when he was stared at, but he soon realized what he was doing and was immediately amused.
Meng Lang also stared at Hu Yonghua in astonishment, and a strange look gradually appeared on his face.
"Well... what do you think of Capital City Hotel?"]
If you don’t have any plans, it just so happens that there is a job here that is quite suitable for you..."
Who can be exempt from fame and fortune?
There are no saints in this world.
Besides, it’s you too!
You are a big star now. From now on, the burden of supporting your parents and taking care of my useless sister will be left to you!"
"Oh?" Hu Yonghua looked at Meng Lang with a strange look in his eyes.
Hu Yonghua's breath froze.
"Hey! We don't know each other until we fight! Haha!"
Just an introducer?
"Why, Mr. Meng also studies calligraphy and poetry?"
Duan Xian smiled and shook his head.
"By the way, after this happened, it will be difficult for you to find a suitable club to join in a short period of time. Do you have any plans for the next step?"
"I didn't expect that, little brother, you are the master that Yifei said.
At what age did you start to gain enlightenment?
Even if you have half a head of gray hair, a few more crow's feet, and a slightly more aged look, you will still be more convincing to me, right?
"Haha! I don't dare to be a knowledgeable person, but my ancestors can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period..."
"Bai Yeji? This local company has become very popular recently. That 'Bajie' is so hard to find. Even I, a nerd, have heard of its name.
Duan Xian was also confused.
As for the only possibility left...
The next day, in the study room of a certain compound, Meng Lang looked at the writing on the desk and couldn't help but touch his chin.
This... is really what you said, the upper limit and the lower limit... are both very high! Ah? Hahaha..."
Hey hey! What do you mean by a young person who "shows his lower limit"?
Let's have a sports competition, friendship first, competition second, okay?
He recognized it at this moment. He didn't expect that Hu Yonghua and Hu Shi were actually one of the two middle-aged men he met in the gymnasium last time to test his "table tennis skills"...
"Sorry, I just came back from a field trip, so you didn't keep Mr. Meng waiting longer, right?"
The only possibility is that Duan Xian, who has gradually gained a little fame, claims that he will definitely help her calm down the situation...
Sure enough, not long after the poem was written, Hou Meng won the first prize in one fell swoop and entered the court as an official. He rose through the ranks and served successively as Yushi, Shangshu, Zhongshu Shilang, and the same position as prime minister.
You, a beginner who can't even catch my serve, want to bet me with a table tennis ball?
Meng Lang smiled and said nothing.
"I can't say I like it. It's just that my grandfather liked it. He practiced it for a few years when he was a child, but it was only at the level of a primary school student who won the third prize in calligraphy."
Duan Xiaoyi was greatly relieved, but also puzzled.
rash:"……"
Hu Yonghua tried hard to remember for a moment, and the next moment he suddenly pointed at Meng Lang and blurted out.
Duan Xian shook his head helplessly, and then seemed to remember something.
After all, at my age, it is really difficult for me to be associated with "advanced people".
But...who doesn't know how to say beautiful things?
Get rid of the "fame and fortune line"?
It's quite simple to say.
I was also filled with emotions in my heart.
"Brother Meng, you must be humble. Dad, you don't know what it means to practice both medicine and martial arts.
"Here! Add this game account." Duan Xian didn't answer, just gave her an account.
When I met him today, I didn’t expect Mr. Meng to be so young.”
How about it?
How about what?
That is to say, the level is better than that of ordinary people. It is better than the upper level and more than the lower level. There are so many calligraphy masters in the world, and they are all leaders...
I don’t know when it started, but the back of my all-too-familiar best friend suddenly became a little misty and distant...
Is there really such a young person who transcends the general public?
"Good poetry, soaring ambition, very powerful."
"Ping...ping pong?!"
Hu Yonghua naturally knew what level he was at, so he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then this poem... what do you think of Xiao Meng?"
On the surface, it depicts a kite flying in the blue sky, and people on the ground are watching.
When Duan Xian finished explaining the work Meng Lang introduced, Duan Xiaoyi suddenly looked surprised.
After all, it's such a coincidence that it's hard to say that I didn't approach the Hu family on purpose...
Seeing the two of them laughing together, Hu Yifei was confused.
After becoming a general and becoming a prime minister, and becoming famous, who didn’t have some lofty ambitions when he was young? Haha..."
You are so young, you don’t want money, you don’t want fame, you don’t seek fame and wealth, what are you doing?
This person... seems to have doubts about his own purpose...
"Ahem! The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, the momentum is extraordinary!"
"Uh... have you known each other before?" Hu Yifei on the side said in surprise.
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed there was such a young miracle doctor!”
but……
Hu Yonghua smiled and stretched out his hand, just about to shake Meng Lang's hand. However, when he saw the face of the young man who turned around clearly, he couldn't help but let out a soft "eh".
But these words cannot be said out loud...
…
Sure enough, Hu Yonghua's eyes fluctuated slightly.
It's very simple, there is great terror between life and death!
In the face of this kind of terror, fame and wealth...are nothing?
"Well! I haven't played table tennis for a long time. Why don't we... let's play another round?" Meng Lang said with a smile.
"How much did it cost to sell your sister...wait! Could it be that this financial owner is your friend with great powers?" Duan Xiaoyi said suspiciously.
Maybe this poem was left here waiting for me on purpose...
Suspiciousness and serious illness are common problems among all high-ranking people.
"what?"
Brother Meng is very skilled. Last time, an employee in our company suddenly went into shock and almost lost his breath. He woke up after a few injections.
Do you know what it means to say goodbye for three days, like thirty years?
"Ahem! I met you once in the gymnasium before. I didn't expect you, Hu City, to be so close to the people. At that time, I didn't realize that you were the mayor of a city at all."
However, there is a very special kind of confidence and carefreeness in his eyes and temperament.
Suddenly a middle-aged man's voice came from behind.
"Whether it's easy or not, we'll talk about it after you show it... Also, be polite to others."
Duan Xiaoyi chuckled and patted his elder brother on the shoulder.
"Being a general, becoming a prime minister, achieving success and fame, is this the ambition of Lingyun?
I think this poem...should not be interpreted this way."
“When the wind takes advantage of its strength, it flies high into the sky.
She is a nerd who only knows how to play games. She may be able to kill everyone in the game, but of course she cannot have such a deterrent effect in reality.
The other party was obviously talking about poetry, but actually he was telling himself...
Could it be...
Why are you talking about poetry again?
He glanced at the words on the table again...
"Well……"
["So, which stage do you plan to go to next?"
"Oh?" Hu Yonghua raised his eyebrows. "How do you say that?"
"Where I am, helping Mr. Hu is entirely due to chance. Mr. Hu's senior sister is my friend, and I've become familiar with her from going back and forth.
If a high-ranking official is willing to meet a guest in a highly private study and is willing to talk to him about his interests and hobbies, it already represents a considerable degree of intimacy.
"This...I'm not sure either."
Who would have thought that the guy who used to be a bronze player in every game in the dormitory would now have the connections and resources he can mobilize to be a king?
But not long ago, he was so depressed that he had to put a price on their friendship because of 50,000 yuan...
The other party is not Hu Yifei. He has been in the officialdom for many years, and he may have already developed his ability to understand the world.
Duan Xian's mind was buzzing when he recalled the "joke" Meng Lang made when they parted.
Duan Xian slapped her hand away with a speechless expression, "You are only in your early twenties, so it's not that early to lie down.
"Who is that?"
The stage...is it that big?
Oh no, he is an ambitious person...
However, the purpose of his meeting with Meng Lang today was to test him and see how good he was as a "master". It was not so easy to be fooled by a young man's few words...
There were many people asking for help, but even a well-known female host with the highest status regretted that there was nothing she could do about it.
"I heard that Yifei's company was able to come back to life thanks to Mr. Meng. I have long wanted to thank him in person.
"Uh...hahaha!" Hu Yonghua was immediately amused by Meng Lang's "eclectic" answer.
What are the "upper limits" and "lower limits"? What on earth happened to these two people in the gym?
After this somewhat surprising episode, Hu Yonghua looked curiously at the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him.
poetry?
Meng Lang was stunned.
He had to admit that he was momentarily overwhelmed by the courage of the young man in front of him.
"Haha..." Duan Xian smiled but said nothing.
"Oh! Right!" Hu Yonghua also felt that he had just lost his composure and smiled awkwardly to smooth things over for himself.
Moreover, I didn’t put in that much effort. I just introduced Director Gao of Evergreen Biotech to Mr. Hu. At best, I was just an introducer.”
Meng Lang knew that no matter how beautiful his words were, he might not be able to eliminate the other party's suspicion, so he planned to end today's meeting in another way.
"Get out!" Duan Xian had a black line on his head.
In short, as long as the matter is resolved now, you must not be so impulsive again in the future."
At that time, it was the real "a few people on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky"..."
"Hey! I'm the same generation as Mr. Hu. You, Mr. Hu, are the elder. Just call me Xiao Meng."
Hu Yifei is naturally highly regarded for his abilities.
The chance encounter between myself and Hu Yonghua may have not only failed to increase the other's favorability, but instead deepened the other's doubts...
"Uh... I'll talk about thanking you in person later. I have to sort out some things.
Brother, when did you become so powerful? Not only can the second generation of rich people deal with things, but even a big factory like this can just block people if they say it's right?
Could it be that you were unwritten because of your sister?"
"Let me ask you about business. Do you want me to practice as a substitute? Or as a substitute trainer with such a low level of difficulty as gold..."
No way? I obviously just asked him to try it last night...
In fact, it is an expression of one's extraordinary ambition to rise through the ranks and look down upon the world.
"Brother! Who is it? You can tell me?"
"This kite flies up with the wind, looking down at all living beings, but it is still bound by the string of the kite.
"It's not my fault..." Duan Xiaoyi crossed her arms and looked unconvinced.
Hu Yonghua looked strange.
This is indeed very "out of line"!
He picked up the calligraphy on the table and said, "I just wrote this calligraphy yesterday, Xiao Meng, what do you think?"
It has truly achieved "a few people are on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky"!
That Hu Shi was copying this poem in his study. He seemed to be ambitious...
How long has it been since... If Meng Lang really asked that "friend" for help, how powerful would this "friend" be?
Hu Yonghua looked at Meng Lang and smiled, but his eyes were somewhat meaningful.
"What do you mean by uncertainty? They have helped me so much, and I plan to thank them in person."
Meng Lang turned around and saw Hu Yifei following a middle-aged man into the study one after another.
When Feng Qing borrowed his strength, he flew high into the sky. A few people were on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky...
Coupled with the "magic skill of overclocking", let alone a mere amateur, I am sure to win an Olympic gold medal for you...
…
This is part of a poem from Hou Meng's "Linjiang Immortal: Who Will Believe Before Meeting Xingzang" by Hou Meng of the Song Dynasty.
"Haha! That's fine, Xiao Meng, you also like poetry and calligraphy?"
The show is over...
A few people are on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky..."
At least ordinary people would never be able to be so at ease with his current status...
Just looking at his age and appearance, there is no trace of the so-called superior demeanor at all.
It's a pity that Meng Lang is not an official, and the "goodwill" that Hu Yonghua deliberately released was just a show for the blind...
"Oh~ I remembered it! You... aren't you the young man who came to show off your lower limit that day?"
"I don't dare to act like a master, but I have made a fool of myself in front of you before, haha..."
Half an hour later...
Meng Lang smiled and left Hu's house with Hu Yonghua's "Linjiang Immortal".
Hu Yonghua was left staring blankly at the table tennis ball in his hand.
