Chapter 481 Show the upper limit

Just that afternoon...

"What? Solved?"

"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...
To be continued...