My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 258 Small Town Strategist

"Really...really?"

Wang Zhaoping looked at meng lang in disbelief.

That's 500 million, just give it away?

I couldn't help but recall that night in my "car of justice", he seemed to have traded 500 million to Gao Yuan in front of my face with such an indifferent face?
As if that was not 500 million but 500.

Looking at the kraft paper bag containing 5 yuan on the table, Wang Zhaoping was a little embarrassed.

Compared with others, she is really petty...

"Of course, didn't you say that this technology can reduce the crime rate.

If the crime rate is lower, the safety of our law-abiding citizens will be more secure, right?This is a win-win situation! "

One is private property and the other is public welfare, can that be the same?

I have heard of those who harm the public and benefit the private, this is harming the private and benefiting the public...

Is awareness too high?
"This... Brother Meng, didn't you say that this decipher belongs to your friend? You don't need to ask for his opinion?"

What are you asking for? Does Zero have any opinions?Brothers, do you have any opinions?

"No, the opinions within our team are highly unified, and I will send you the complete code later."

Highly unified internal opinions?

Is the communication so sufficient?
Don't you mean "friends out of thin air"?

Wang Zhaoping couldn't help but sigh when he saw Meng Lang, who had no image sitting at a roadside stall eating tofu nao without a famous brand, just like an ordinary person.

"Oh! Brother Meng, I have a lot of experience, but I have never seen a strange person like you who is so anxious for public affairs, with outstanding abilities, but treats money like dung, lives a self-disciplined life, and never covets pleasure.

It is really admirable! "

The few pieces of information that Meng Lang had revealed to him so far, if he had the heart, any piece of information could be sold at a high price, not to mention today's loophole in the fruit system worth tens of millions.

But what is their style?
I have never mentioned money in front of myself!

Don't talk about money, last time I felt that I owed a lot and wanted to make a relationship with a friend, but I was sternly rejected.

Not only is "justice" written on the back of the person, but "integrity" is engraved on the chest...

"Captain Wang..."

"Don't call me Captain Wang, just call me Old Wang."

Meng Lang was overjoyed, the country's prestige was improved, and the effect was immediate.

Don't look at just changing the name, that is, from "bus" to "personal relationship", and the personal favorability has also improved qualitatively!
"Okay, Lao Wang, I didn't say anything like you. Like a saint, who doesn't want to have fun? If you don't want to, it's all pretending to be a criminal!"

Meng Lang pointed to Wang Zhaoping's panda eyes, which were caused by staying up all night, and smiled.

"However, it's like if you stay up all night and are exhausted physically and mentally, but you solve the case, don't you feel refreshed and full of sense of accomplishment?
When we looked down from the 2nd floor, all we saw was rubbish, but when we looked down from the tall buildings, it was all beautiful.

If a person has no height, all he sees is trivial matters, and if he has no structure, all he sees is nothing but flies.

Therefore, self-discipline should be like you, Wang, who endures temporary pain and constantly pursues higher levels of fun. "

After a little praise for the people's servant, meng lang then expressed his feelings.

"Who doesn't want to sleep until they wake up naturally, and count money until their hands cramp?
But for me, staying up late once, eating junk food once, and coveting a momentary enjoyment is no less than slow suicide.

But after a three-kilometer run, a bowl of tofu nao can bring an unprecedented sense of refreshment and fulfillment afterwards.

The excitement brought by dopamine is readily available but fleeting, while the pleasure brought by endorphins is rare but enduring.

For dopamine seekers, relief is temporary, but remorse and emptiness are permanent.

For those who pursue endorphins, the process is painful, but the result is often beautiful.

When you find that your body is getting healthier, your life is getting richer and more interesting, and the future is getting better and better, the temptation of those low-level pleasures will naturally be greatly reduced.

Desires are endless, and in the end they will only lead to an uncertain future step by step..."

"Brother Meng is so insightful!" Wang Zhaoping admired.

Sure enough, geniuses can be seen everywhere, but maybe only such self-disciplined and hard-working geniuses can continue to create miracles, right?

While admiring, Wang Zhaoping looked at meng lang strangely.

"However, brother Meng, at such a young age, how can you have such a profound understanding of life?"

Ha ha!Of course, it was summed up by gastric cancer again and again...

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."

Meng Lang laughed, and then asked suddenly as if thinking of something.

"By the way, I heard from you that the one who assisted in the arrest of the group of cultural relic robbers this time is also that Senior Colonel Chu Tianchu?"

"Well! Don't bother the two masters for one thing, Colonel Chu and his team, the combat effectiveness and execution ability are really beyond the reach of ordinary special police."

"Last time you said... Colonel Chu has a son who was one of the rescued victims in the previous child trafficking case?"

"That's right, the last time Colonel Chu came to the police station to thank you, he brought it here. He looks like a shy little boy, and his name seems to be... that's right! His name is Xiao Nan!"

Chu Nan!It really was him!
This is really a wonderful fate...

But this name...was it taken seriously?
His father's love is like a mountain. I'm afraid it's a landslide, right?

"What? Why is Brother Meng suddenly curious about Colonel Chu's son?" Wang Zhaoping asked in confusion.

Can I tell you that I have already seen that this son is definitely not something in the pool?
The so-called heroes born in troubled times can become the leader who leads the remaining survivors after the apocalypse. This Chu Nan's ability is beyond doubt.

Another quasi-boss who only emerged after the apocalypse...

Student Xiaonan, you have a place in my Meng family's future talent pool!
"Well...Old Wang, you said that if I want to adopt a foster son, will Senior Colonel Chu object?" Meng Lang stroked his chin and began to think seriously.

"Uh……"

Wang Zhaoping was a little dizzy, saying that he couldn't keep up with Meng Lang's strange brain circuits.

Okay, so why is it about adopting a son?
Meng Lang said that his brain circuit was absolutely logical.

Time is a wonderful thing. If you plant beans, you will reap beans, and if you sow melons, you will reap melons. If you plant a son, you will reap a big boss in the future!

In ancient times, there was Lu Buwei's "extraordinary goods to live in", who became the emperor's father and wrote "Lu's Spring and Autumn".

Now that I, Meng Lang, have the "wisdom eye to know the bead", all the bosses in the future will have to call me godfather 666!

My "Mengshi Chunqiu" is not weaker than others!

As soon as this thought was opened, meng lang began to let himself go.

Being the godfather of a schoollord is for science, and being the godfather of a warlord is for armed resistance!

Fighting against aliens is ultimately inseparable from the barrel of a gun.

If we can wipe out all the leaders of the young and strong sect in the future, then all the talents in the world will come out of my sect...

Then I may not be able to become a "small town strategist" who can control the battlefield situation by himself!
"Uh... Brother Meng, if you have this idea, of course I can recommend it at that time, but... I heard that Colonel Chu will go abroad to perform a mission in a while, and I'm afraid I have to wait for him to come back."

Wait for him to come back?

I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until that day...

[Yes, of course I know, in May of the year when I wanted to hug my thigh, I died in battle in Damascus, which made me sigh for a while about the impermanence of the world. 】

Counting the time, the life of Colonel Chu may have entered the countdown...

Whether it was out of respect for the soldiers who defended their homes and the country, or because of the idea of ​​a future boss, Meng Lang was determined to help Chutian.

But in such a short time, he couldn't think of how to interfere with this matter.

Just say that you have a bad omen?Should I be regarded as a remnant of feudal superstition?

What's more, I don't even know the specific cause of Chutian's death, so I can't even talk about early warning!
That's Damascus, beyond my reach...

Unless he directly stays in the country and directly avoids his death star, but this is even more unrealistic.

You, a commoner, want to intervene in the military transfer of a senior officer?

This difficulty is really a bit of hell...

"Alas!" Meng Lang rubbed his eyebrows.

I have a thigh, I have to find a way to help you connect the leg...

It's outrageous...

(End of this chapter)