My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 4 Double-standard dog

"Bang!" "Bang, bang, bang!"...

There was a lot of movement in the conference room, and it lasted for a while, and the people outside automatically made up the scene of "the battle is in full swing" inside.

After about ten minutes, the two finally came out of the conference room. Lao Zhang looked angry, but Meng Lang looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Why are you still waiting, why don't you get out and find customers? If you don't meet the target this month's performance, you'll pack up and get out!" Old Zhang glared at Meng Lang fiercely.

"Oh." Meng Lang walked out of the office with a low eyebrow.

Wang Zhiping saw this scene through the glass window, with a sneer in his mouth...

……

"Alas~" Meng Lang, who walked out of the company, looked up at the suddenly gloomy sky rather depressed.

Without performance, he offended his boss and even implicated Uncle Zhang.

Why is it so difficult to gain a foothold in a big city...

"Hey! The acting was good!" At this moment, his shoulders were heavy, and Ma Qiao followed him out at some point.

Meng Lang glanced at him, "You know again."

"Who is Lao Zhang, I don't know? If you want to do a good job in sales, you must have a pair of piercing eyes that can read people." Ma Qiao smiled.

Hearing this, Meng Lang felt a little depressed when he thought about Uncle Zhang's evaluation of him just now.

"Do you also think I'm not suitable for sales?"

Hearing this, Ma Qiao widened his eyes and gave me a teasing expression. "Is that a question of fit or not?"

"Uh……"

Even more hit.

"Buzz! Buzz!" At this moment, an Audi A4 suddenly stopped beside the two of them.

The roar of the engine caused by stepping on the accelerator seemed to be deliberately showing off its own existence.

"Hey! Where are Marjorie brothers going? Shall I give you a lift?"

Meng Lang looked at the driver's seat, and it was a young man with stud earrings who was talking.

Well, it looks a little familiar, and it seems to be a colleague of the company.

"Ah Cheng? Yes! Has the shotgun been changed?" Ma Qiao saw the person coming, smiled and stepped forward to pat the red body that was a bit flamboyant.

"Hey! Didn't you make a little money from investing? How about it? Isn't it okay?"

"What do you mean it's okay? It's called relying on a golden horse and a saddle. You've entered the upper class all of a sudden? This car must be hundreds of thousands less."

"40, the whole number is auspicious!" Ah Cheng said proudly.

"Hey! Got rich?"

"Hey! I made a little money trading in stocks."

"What kind of stock is so monster?"

"Don't say my brother won't fly with you, Huaxia Energy, it's gone crazy recently, how about it, let's play together?"

"I'll forget it. Your group has a good performance, and the monthly commission is tens of thousands. I'm a salaryman, so I don't have the capital to speculate in stocks!"

"Okay, if you regret it, don't say that brothers are unjust, how about you, get in the car and go for a drive?"

"Forget it, I have to go to the gym, next time."

"Okay, next time I go to the gym to find you, see you then, the little girl who just got in yesterday is still waiting for me, hehe!"

Before leaving, he glanced at Meng Lang beside Ma Qiao, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Buzz! Buzz!" The red Audi roared away, causing passers-by to look sideways.

Ma Qiao turned around and found Meng Lang standing there, dumbfounded.

"Hi! What's the matter with you?"

"Ah? Oh! It's okay." Meng Lang came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression. "The one who was in the same group just now?"

"Well, Chen Cheng, my relatives are all civil servants and have a lot of contacts. I joined the company at about the same time as me, and I'm doing pretty well. I often go to the gym where I work to pick up girls.

But you have also seen that you are flamboyant and like to show off. "

Ma Qiao is a know-it-all, and he knows almost everyone in the company.

What is particularly amazing is that no matter what the three religions are, he seems to be able to get along very well, calling everyone a brother and brother.

"Chen Cheng..." Meng Lang looked thoughtful.

First, I met Mr. Tony and told Amway, then everything went wrong in the company, and then I met Chen Chenghao showing off his wealth with a car...

And it's such a coincidence that they all mentioned "Huaxia Energy"...

Meng Lang couldn't help but entered a state of reasoning called "after the fact".

Suppose I haven't read that "autobiography"... Will my life trajectory really be as the book says...

Think about it, when you are down and confused, suddenly a proven opportunity to make a fortune is in front of you, will you be moved?

Why are we all human beings who can drive luxury cars and spend time with pretty girls, but I can't even pay the rent?
I'll just say it!I am not an impulsive person at all, how could I be so impulsive that I borrowed money to speculate in stocks!
But this set of combo boxing hits three times in a row, I'm afraid I can't do it impulsively!

Meng Lang seemed to be enlightened, and instantly understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.

This is "my future"?
Looking at Meng Lang's absent-minded look, Ma Qiao thought that the other party was provoked by Chen Cheng, and frowned slightly.

"I said, you don't have some crooked thoughts, do you?"

"Huh? What can I have wrong thoughts?" Meng Lang looked at him suspiciously.

"There is no best, I thought you also want to invest in stocks, I give you a piece of advice, the stock market is risky, you need to be cautious when entering the market!"

"How is that possible, stock trading? In my life..."

In the middle of speaking, Meng Lang suddenly froze.

and many more!I was just thinking about how not to repeat the same mistakes, but I didn't realize that the "pitfalls" encountered in my future life in the "autobiography" are not opportunities for me now.
On the importance of reverse thinking!
Who can know that there will be a stock market crash in the near future?
Only me!

Isn't this unique inside information?This is poor information!
But here comes the problem, I have a headache for next month's rent, how can I have the capital to speculate in stocks?

Meng Lang was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head shyly.

"That...can you lend me some money?"

Marjorie: "..."

……

The money, of course, was not borrowed.

Not only did he fail to borrow it, but Ma Qiao turned around and left with a dark face, and the boat of friendship capsized as soon as it said it would.

Meng Lang could only sigh with emotion that borrowing money was indeed a touchstone of friendship.

He hurriedly swept a shared bicycle and rushed to the rental house.

Go upstairs, close the door, lock it, and move a bunch of debris to block the door.

Close the curtains and turn on the night vision function of your phone to check every room for hidden cameras.

After confirming that the security level had been raised to the highest level, Meng Lang walked into the bedroom with some peace of mind and turned on the desk lamp.

I dug out the "Miserable Life" that made me gnash my teeth yesterday from the trash can, carefully placed it on the table, and carefully wiped off some stains.

Meng Lang was extremely glad that he didn't set it on fire on impulse yesterday.

He took a deep breath, and turned the pages of the book again like a pilgrimage, with gentle movements, like the most devout believer reading the "Bible".

Results the next moment.

"Huh?" Meng Lang asked in surprise.

This handwriting...why does it seem to have faded?
Meng Lang adjusted the light and angle of the desk lamp, looked at it carefully for a while, and confirmed that this was not his illusion.

If the font last night was normal black, then the transparency has been pulled to 50% now.

How can this fade?Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

Just in a daze, the font on the book seems to have faded a little.

Meng Lang rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn't his own vertigo.

He stared at the fading handwriting on the page, showing a thoughtful expression.

The handwriting is disappearing... Does this mean that my future has changed?

So this autobiography is not a one-time item? !
【autobiography:"……"】

Meng Lang was pleasantly surprised.

string theory?Parallel universe?The Butterfly Effect?Space-time paradox?

Meng Lang searched his guts to find a reasonable scientific explanation for the existence of this autobiography.

However, it is obvious that the meager knowledge of physics in his mind is not enough to support a second-year graduate to accomplish such a feat.

He began to think about some more practical problems.

If my behavior can change the future, and this book will present a new future because of my behavior, and I will change my behavior again because of the new content in the book, thus deriving a new future...

Such a cycle goes on and on, does that mean that I can have countless opportunities to "change the future"?

Are you in a mess in the future?
I'm pretty messed up anyway.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, and Meng Lang, who was stuck in a dead loop of mosquito coils, was forcibly pulled out.

Meng Lang closed the book abruptly, feeling flustered by a sudden ward round.

He gestured at the book for a long time, under the pillow?Wardrobe?
But no matter where it was hidden, I was a little worried, so I simply stuffed it into my arms and zipped it up.

……

"Boom!"

Outside the door, a woman carrying a bag of fruit frowned and knocked on the door.

Although he was dressed in loose sports attire, he was tall and slender, with three-dimensional features, and a pair of sword-like eyebrows that were heroic.

The point is, the dozens of bunches of keys hanging on the key board in your hand shake and rattle, and the rate of turning your head back when walking on the street is absolutely super high...

"Ka~" Finally, the door was opened a crack, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.

"Why so long?" The woman asked a little dissatisfied.

"It's the landlord. I'm sorry, I was taking a shower just now." Meng Lang said with a guilty conscience.

This is the landlord of this rental house. The two have only met twice, one time when they just moved in, and the other time when they were urged to rent.

When signing the rental contract, Meng Lang knew that the somewhat too young landlord in front of him was called Yan Weiwei.

According to the surrounding residents, the entire building belongs to her family's property. Meng Lang can only sigh one after another about the lying rich second generation...

Shower in broad daylight?

Yan Weiwei looked at the room through the crack of the door with some doubts, and found that it was so dark that the lights seemed to be turned off, and even the curtains were drawn.

Need to turn off the lights and draw the curtains after taking a shower?

Are you fooling the devil?
Yan Weiwei immediately planned to open the door and go in to have a look, but found that something was blocked behind the door, and she couldn't push it!

Yan Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, and then flew into a rage.

"Hey! I have a fiery temper! I, Yan Weiwei, have been collecting rent for so long. This is the first time I meet someone who dares to violently resist the rent. Open the door for me!"

"Eh? Don't, don't, don't get me wrong! I'm not violently resisting the rent. I don't feel safe every time I take a shower, so I block the door.

Besides, I don't have any clothes on, so it's not appropriate for you to come in now! "

Seeing that this girl was so aggressive, Meng Lang rolled up her sleeves and was about to kick the door, so he quickly explained with his scalp exploding.

"Fart! You don't feel safe after taking a shower, do you think you are Wu Yanzu?"

"My mother said that when going out, boys must know how to protect themselves..."

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment.

Yan Weiwei glanced up and down at Meng Lang, who was hiding behind the door, thoughtful at first, and then revealed a look of disdain.

"Young man, know how to control yourself!"

Moderate what?Meng Lang looked at the other party speechlessly. There must be some misunderstanding.

"Okay, I'm not interested in your personal hobbies, but when do you plan to pay last month's rent?"

"Uh... this..." Meng Lang smiled awkwardly.

"Can you give me a few more days, and when my salary comes down, I will pay this month's salary together."

In the past two days, I had to bite the bullet and make some achievements by myself, and I didn't have the face to ask my family for money, so I could only tighten my belt to live.

"Okay, small business, 10% interest." Yan Weiwei kept a straight face, looking businesslike.

In her eyes, meng lang had undoubtedly been included in the "character blacklist".

"...OK!" Meng Lang gritted his teeth.

Damn it, it's darker than a bank!
Yan Weiwei didn't bother to talk to Meng Lang anymore, so she turned her head and knocked on the door next to her.

Meng Lang heaved a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door. The sound insulation effect of the wooden door was not good, and the voices of Yan Weiwei and a little girl Nunuuo could be faintly heard outside the door.

"Hello, Sister Yan."

"Xiaoyu is so polite, she is getting cuter and cuter, she will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up, come and give me a kiss, mua~"

"Thank you sister Yan, my sister is not at home now."

"It's not at home, I'm not talking about her, work is important, but I can't leave you alone at home all the time, right? Really."

"It's okay, I can do my homework at home without my sister's company."

"My dear, I'm so sensible that it makes people feel distressed. Tell your sister to spend more time with you. These are peaches that my sister bought on the way. Take them to wash and eat."

"Thank you, Sister Yan!"

"Well! My sister is leaving. Close the door and don't open it to anyone who knocks...especially the neighbor." The last sentence was said in a low voice.

"Understood, I won't drive anyone except my sister and sister Yan."

"Hmm! How cute!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of closing the door and "clicking" away.

Meng lang gritted his teeth.

Double standard dog!
……

Yan Weiwei, who had already walked away, of course didn't know what someone behind her was complaining about. When she passed the stairs, she saw a discarded soda can on the ground and frowned.

The long leg with a high rate of turning heads was slightly raised, and the toes were lightly tapped.

"Snapped!"

The highest point is almost touching the ceiling of the corridor, and the cans have drawn a perfect parabola...

"Brush!" It fell into a trash can more than ten meters away!

"Shhhh~"

At this time, Yan Weiwei didn't even look behind her, she had already whistled and went downstairs...

(End of this chapter)