My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 21 Familiar Taste

3 month 25 day.

When meng lang walked into the company, he found that many people looked at him strangely.

Hmm...like looking at a fool.

As soon as Ma Qiao saw meng lang coming in, he quickly pulled him aside and asked in a low voice.

"I said, you didn't really take 50 to buy Huaxia Energy, did you?"

"En! That's right!" Meng Lang nodded listlessly.

I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed that when I browsed Moments, the screen was filled with my "confession audio", and I woke up instantly.

"Where did the money come from?"

"I borrowed it."

"You... Oh!" Ma Qiao pointed at Meng Lang with a heartbroken expression.

"Do you know that stocks are still falling today?"

"Oh, I probably know."

"Probably? Do you remember that Chen Cheng last time?"

"Just drive the Audi?"

"Audi is gone! This guy made leverage, and ended up liquidating his position, losing all his money! Now Audi is also sold. I heard that his father is looking for him all over the world and wants to break his dog's leg."

"Emm...I sympathize with that."

Seeing him rising from a tall building, seeing his building collapse...

If I still stay in the fate of "Miserables", there is a high probability that it will end up like him, so this sympathy is sincere.

Ma Qiao looked at him suspiciously, "I said why do you look so heartless? Did you buy it or not?"

"I bought it."

It's just not buying up, it's buying down...

"By the way, isn't King Nanbo here today?" Meng Lang changed the subject.

He didn't want to spread the word on the street that he "predicted" the stock market trend and then accurately shorted it.

Not to mention that "Stock God" is not his personality at all, even if he is, he also knows the truth of not revealing his wealth.

If everyone knew that he made a lot of money at once, um... At least there would be an endless stream of people coming to him to sell insurance...

"It seems that there is something urgent to go out just now, what? You have something to do with him?"

"Well! Make a resignation." Meng Lang took out a resignation letter and shook it.

"Resignation?!" Ma Qiao stared at him in astonishment, and suddenly realized. "Are you running away?"

rash:"……"

Can't I have a positive reason to resign?

Such as wealth and freedom?For example, to uphold justice?For example, to maintain world peace?
"Meng Lang! I'm looking for you!"

Meng Lang turned his head and saw Uncle Zhang walking over in a hurry.

Helplessly, he quietly put away the resignation letter in his hand.

"I didn't buy it. It's a short position. I still have money in my card. I have no financial burden. I can take care of myself. I'm working hard and have a good career attitude. I just confessed my love yesterday. The sun is slightly drunk, the years are quiet, and the future is promising!"

Before Lao Zhang could say anything, he was blocked by Meng Lang's long series of "answers".

The corner of Ma Qiao's mouth twitched, but he didn't expose it on the spot when he received meng lang's gaze.

Meng Lang sighed in his heart.

Even Ma Qiao would think so. If he resigned now, he might not know what version of the "reason for resignation" would be passed on.

Anyway, a hot search for "post-90s young people speculating in stocks, resigning and running around" is definitely indispensable.

In case Lao Zhang puts forward his spirit and actively reports, and the news spreads home, it will really make the family restless...

……

After walking out of the company, Meng Lang couldn't help but sighed.

I just want to quit my job, why is it so difficult?

Forget it, anyway, I will be dismissed after a short period of time without performance. During this period of time, it should be considered as a contribution to the country's reduction of unemployment.

Like most young people who are unwilling to be mediocre and have dreams, his original intention of doing insurance is very realistic.

I just want to earn the first 100 million in my life as quickly as possible, and get a foothold in this city, not to mention having a car and a house, at least renting a two-bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

Occasionally bringing parents over to experience city life can also allow them to spend their twilight years without stress.

When you earn more money, you can take on more than 20 or [-] years of debt and buy a [-] to [-]-square-meter hut, which can be regarded as taking root.

Maybe at the age of 40 or [-], you can go out and start a business by yourself if you are a bit famous. Angel ABCD rounds, and you can be worth more than [-] million yuan, and you can earn a few small goals.

Now that he has ten 100 million yuan, he would be deceiving himself and others if he said that meng lang had no ambition at all.

I want to leave my job, not because I want to lie down because I have money.

It's because the world's top 500 companies can't keep me anymore...

"Ah!" "Ouch!" Meng Lang, who was walking and thinking about the future, was bumped into the waist by a sudden reality.

Accompanied by the exclamation of the two people, Meng Lang staggered and knocked down another person who was trotting over from the side.

He turned around and saw a woman in a black dress lying on the ground, clutching her ankle and hissing.

The dress was very short, and the fallen woman looked so cute and pitiful...

"I'm sorry, I was just distracted and didn't look at the road. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry." The woman's voice was waxy, and she timidly apologized to Meng Lang.

"I was the one rushing through the traffic lights, I was too anxious."

Meng Lang looked up and saw that there was indeed a traffic light on the sidewalk ahead, but it had now turned into a red light.

He turned his head again and looked at the other's hand covering his ankle.

"Are your feet okay?"

"Hiss~ It seems to be sprained." There was a trace of pain on the woman's delicate face with light makeup, which made me feel pitiful.

"Then let me help you sit over there first."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Then...then I will trouble you."

With meng lang's support, the woman leaned on meng lang's body and walked towards a bench by the road step by step with one foot in hand.

The two were so close that meng lang could clearly feel the softness and the intoxicating scent of light perfume from his arms.

It's over! It's over!

Could this be the legendary "collision of fate"?
Yuelao finally remembered me, a little transparent who had been forgotten for more than 20 years?
Although the woman's beauty is not as good as Lin Haitang's, she is better than Xiaojia Biyu, who looks like a gentle and considerate sister next door, who can't help but make people feel protective.

Coupled with the close contact between the two of them, it was inevitable that Meng Lang would be a little distracted.

When he helped the girl sit down on the bench, he found that the heel of the girl's high-heeled shoes was broken.

"I'm kidding you, it's actually the first time I've worn high heels, and it's really a little bit forced."

As if she had noticed Meng Lang's gaze, the girl rubbed her ankle and smiled wryly.

"I came here for an interview nearby, but I didn't expect to fail the interview. I even twisted my foot in order to catch the bus. Am I useless..." The woman's voice gradually dropped.

"Uh...it's okay, you're so young, if you fail once, try again, and you'll definitely find a more suitable job." Meng Lang quickly comforted him.

The girl also has her own responsibility for falling and spraining. Seeing the girl's depression, a sense of guilt arises spontaneously.

"Well! Thank you!" The woman forced a smile on her face, and then looked at her watch.

"Well... I still have something to go back, then... goodbye."

"But your feet..."

"It's okay, I feel better."

As the woman spoke, she lifted her broken high-heeled shoe, stood up on tiptoe and left, but before she could take two steps with a limp, she almost fell down again.

Meng Lang hurried over to support her and said helplessly.

"Well, where do you live, I'll take a taxi to take you back."

"no, I'm fine……"

"Don't be brave!" Meng Lang said, helping her to the side of the road, and stopped a taxi.

"That... thank you!" In the carriage, the woman lowered her head, her face flushed slightly.

"It's okay. I'm also responsible for your sprain. By the way, where do you live?"

"Binjiang New City."

Binjiang New City?Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

This neighborhood doesn't seem to be cheap, but he didn't think much about it, maybe the family's financial conditions are relatively good.

"Master, Binjiang New Town."

"okay!"

"By the way, don't know what your name is?"

"My name is Lu Kexin, how about you?"

"My name is Meng Lang, Meng of Mencius, the wave of the sea."

"It's an interesting name."

"Ah! I was born by the sea, my father is too lazy, and the fortune teller said that I lack water in the five elements, so I got a wave.

But don't get me wrong, my name is Meng Lang, but I am a serious person. "

"Well, I can tell." Lu Kexin stared at Meng Lang.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think you look a little familiar, very similar to my previous first love..."

"Uh……"

How come no one has mentioned to me that I have a first love face?
But being told by a beautiful woman that he had the face of his first love, meng lang was still a little agitated.

After all, such a coincidence, there must be an initial favorability bonus, right?
Meng Lang didn't have much experience in communicating with girls, and he didn't know how to flirt with girls at all, but the two of them talked to each other, but they were no longer unfamiliar with each other.

From the conversation, I learned that although Lu Kexin looks soft and weak, she is a very independent and strong girl.

He left home alone and came to Suzhou to work hard. After a few years of saving a little money, he wanted to change to a better and stable job, and then take over his parents and younger brother from his hometown to enjoy the happiness.

The other party's words were full of beautiful visions for the future, and the image of a strong and independent girl who worked silently to survive in Meng Lang's mind appeared in Meng Lang's mind, which was admirable.

Meng Lang couldn't help feeling very fond of Lu Kexin.

The driver looked at the two young men and women in the rearview mirror, chatting speculatively, and couldn't help but smile.

This is youth...

……

At the gate of Binjiang New City Community.

"Brother Meng, just send it here."

"Can you do it yourself?"

"En! Yes, don't worry!" Lu Kexin smiled sweetly.

Meng Lang also felt that it was inappropriate to send a girl directly to the door when they met for the first time today, and seeing that the other person's foot injury had really healed up, he nodded.

"Okay, then you go back and have a good rest! Goodbye!"

Meng Lang had just turned around when he realized that someone had suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He turned his head suspiciously, and saw Lu Kexin who lowered his head slightly behind him with a shy face.

The most important thing was the tenderness of bowing his head. For a moment, Meng Lang had to admit that his heart did miss a beat.

"That...can you..."

As if mustering up her courage, Lu Kexin handed the phone screen to Meng Lang's eyes.

QR code? !

Meng Lang's brain, which was still flooded with hormones, instantly cooled down.

Delusion?
Why do I feel a familiar smell?

(End of this chapter)