My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 66 Where is Yamamoto-kun?

Imperial Garden District.

"Crack!" After Gao Yuan entered the door, she put her handbag on the shoe rack, took off her shoes and entered this luxurious hardcover house that felt a bit empty.

This is one of the most high-end communities in Su City, adjacent to Jinji Lake. Although it is not like many villas that cost hundreds of millions, a 150-square-meter suite costs more than 1000 million.

This is one of the few "pre-marital property" left by her deceased parents.

Since the separation three years ago, this place has become her only support.

After Xu Jinsong cut off her source of income, she only had 10,000+ deposits left in her card. Even in the divorce proceedings, she signed a "litigation risk agency contract" with Zhongtian Law Firm, which involved litigation first and payment later.

Life is much more difficult than before, but fortunately she is not a rich wife who likes to spend and enjoy.

After taking a shower, Gao Yuan dried her hair and came to the study in her nightgown.

Reading a book before going to bed has always been a habit of hers.

In this unusually spacious study room, except for a table and a chair, there is no other furniture, and the surrounding walls are completely blocked by bookshelves, and densely packed books fill the entire bookshelf.

Some of them were left by Gao's father, and some were added by Gao Yuan herself later, and there are quite a variety of them.

Gao Yuan walked past rows of bookshelves.

In addition to books on history, there are also a large number of famous works on business management and finance.

Gao Yuan's father is a professor of history, but she is a master of finance from Harvard, and she once thought of helping Xu Jinsong manage the business.

It's a pity that Xu Jinsong never allowed her to intervene in any business of the Xu Group, even if she was so idle at home that she panicked.

She walked through the books that accompanied her through the most silent time in her life, and finally pulled out a hardcover book with a yellow cover from the most conspicuous place beside the desk.

I saw... "15 Years of Wanli" written on it.

She leaned leisurely on the engineering chair, looking at the books in her hands casually, as if she was a little absent-minded.

This is a book that takes the 15th year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1587) as the starting point for observation, and explores the profound reasons for the decline of the late Ming Empire through the description of key historical figures.

The book is divided into seven chapters, respectively writing about the supreme ruler Emperor Wanli, the scholar Shen Shixing, the first assistant Zhang Juzheng, the model bureaucrat Hai Rui, the liberal intellectual Li Zhi, and the anti-Japanese hero Qi Jiguang, etc.

As a niche book, it is hard to imagine that such a young man would like this kind of boring historical academic book as much as she does.

She knows her worth, and of course she knows that someone will fall in love with her.

But even Xu Jinsong didn't know that she liked this book, let alone other people.

Coincidence?
What an interesting guy...

[My hawthorn tree love, only with you can be pure and can be discarded, my bottom line...]

The cell phone beside her rang, interrupting Gao Yuan's thoughts.

She picked up the phone and glanced at it, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Hey?"

"Tomorrow? What's the matter?"

"I think all that has to be said has been said and I don't think there's anything we can talk about."

"What? You want to settle out of court?" Gao Yuan was surprised for a moment.

After listening for a while, Gao Yuan said slowly, "Okay, where is it?"

hang up the phone.

"Genting Restaurant..."

【Yuanyuan, marry me...】

Thoughts slowly drifted to ten years ago, Gao Yuan sighed slightly.

Since it is the beginning of everything, let it be the end of everything...

No longer interested in reading, Gao Yuan got up and was about to go back to the bedroom to rest when she suddenly remembered something and stopped in her tracks.

She walked out of the study and took out a black box from her handbag.

Opening the box, he took out a flashlight-like thing from inside suspiciously.

After searching for a long time, Gao Yuan couldn't figure out what it was, so she tried to press the only button on it.

"Zizi~"

Gao Yuan: "..."

……

The next morning, after sending off Xiaoyu's meng lang for his morning exercise, he got on the bus directly.

Today is the time for the company's regular meeting.

To be honest, Meng Lang didn't want to go at all when he thought of Wang Zhiping's spitting, nose-picking tone and demeanor.

Even though he got an insurance policy from the bald manager, he barely reached the performance mark this month.

But thinking about such a little performance, it won't affect Wang Zhiping's interest in cursing others.

So Meng Lang had already made up his mind that if Wang Zhiping dared to find fault at the meeting this time, he would go mad in front of everyone!

As far as your repeated three or two sentences, can you compare with a small debate expert in the Chinese department?

If you don’t get angry this time until your face is full of peach blossoms, one wave is higher than the other, and you vomit three liters of blood on the spot, I won’t be called Meng Xiaolang!

He had already made up his mind to resign.

Why did you insist on going to work in the past, and be angry with him every day?

Come on, read it with me, Qiyi Weng Qiong!

It's different now, the interest on my savings is higher than the current salary, this is the confidence to go crazy!
Money is a good thing, because even if one day you scold the boss bloody, you can still live there without worrying about life and sorrow, remembering the past...

Then hide in the quilt to steal fun.

The vast majority of people in this world work so hard just to impress those who have humiliated us?
He has prepared the resignation letter V2.0 that was going to be thrown on his face, and the depth and breadth of his cordial greetings to Comrade Wang Zhiping have been sublimated again, ensuring that he will vomit three liters after reading it!
Liver Qi is smooth and can effectively promote health.

So I am definitely not revenge, it is purely for health preservation.

Amitabha!Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil~
Manager Wang, please don't force me to get mad!
"What's the matter with the uncle next to him?"

"I don't know, I always feel that the smile is so sinister."

……

As soon as he entered the company, Meng Lang met Ma Qiao.

"Huh? I haven't seen you for a few days, I thought you ran away?"

Meng Lang completely ignored this ignorant slander and said slowly while walking towards the elevator.

"Run away? After two years, you will find that even if the world is so big, we have nowhere to escape. It is safest to stay at home."

"It's all about what? But...I said you haven't seen each other for two days, so the changes are quite big." Ma Qiao looked up and down Meng Lang in some surprise.

"Oh?" Meng Lang looked down at himself.

"The clothes are still the same... So, I have become more attractive?"

"Oh! Sorry, the charm is indeed supported by clothes, but not yours!" Ma Qiao patted his bulging chest.

rash:"……"

Row!You have big boobs, and you're right!

"I'm talking about your spirit, something must have happened to you."

Meng Lang had to admire that this guy's eyes were still so vicious.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I have learned to read faces? Then take a look, isn't the purple energy soaring to the sky on my spiritual cover?"

"I haven't seen Ziqi, but I have seen some confidence.

Don't you know that people with confidence and those without confidence walk differently?
I said, is there something good about you kid?Could it be... investment made money? "

"Hey! You're really right. How about it, the return on investment is dozens of times, do you regret not borrowing money that day?"

"Come on, dozens of times a week, unless you go to Macau! Even if there is such a high return, the risk is definitely so high that I stay away from it!"

"The zero-risk one, do you want to do it?"

"Zero risk?" Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang carefully again with weird eyes, and then took two steps aside for some reason.

"As far as I know, there are indeed zero-risk high-return transactions, but they are not suitable for me."

"Oh? What business?" This time it was Meng Lang's turn to be confused.

Marjorie only replied one word. "Sell!"

Meng Lang was speechless, turned his head and left.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"WC! Three urgent!"

"Go at this time, the meeting will start soon, do you want to be late?"

"Will you be scolded for being late?"

"Sure!"

"That's all right."

Marjorie: "..."

He stretched out his hand, hesitant to speak.

From the back of the other party who is going further and further away, Ma Qiao seems to have seen a warrior who dares to face the bleak life...

……

10 minutes later, at the door of the meeting room.

"The moon waxes and wanes, and people arrive late and leave early. I can fully understand this.

But it was the first time I saw him with such an excited face when he was late, as if he had drunk urine sugar.

This little brother can still be so radiant even when he is late. This psychological quality is nothing to say. His performance must be very stable in normal times, right?

Take a look, the advantage of this kind of person is that they are the mainstay on weekdays, and are useless at critical moments. I think they can be used as models and models, and they can be hung on our display wall..."

Meng Lang had an embarrassing look on his face, but he could only honestly bow his head and admit his mistake.

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

It wasn't that he was scared when the situation came to an end, but that he was dumbfounded as soon as he entered the door...

Who is this little old man on stage?How can I be angry if I don't know you?
The key point is that people are old enough to be their own grandfathers. It's hard to say that this is bullying the elderly!
Why did you bring a temporary replacement?It's still such a fastidious person who doesn't use dirty words!

Don't talk about martial arts!
Where has my good leader Wang Zhiping, who combs back his hair meticulously, insists on holding regular meetings every week, keeps asking "Do you have a sense of time", and never arrives late or leaves early? !

My Italian guns are ready, what about Yamamoto-kun?

The little old man has the habit of old people talking tuberculosis, and he talked for more than a minute before he enjoyed himself.

"Okay, I see that your attitude of admitting your mistakes is quite sincere, so forget it this time, and don't make another example."

Under the sympathetic eyes of everyone, meng lang walked into the conference room helplessly, and saw Lao Zhang at a glance.

Hmm...he looked like he was covering his forehead and didn't want to know him.

Ma Qiao in the back row suppressed a smile and pointed to the side beside him.

Meng Lang sat down, looked ahead, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Where's Wang Zhiping?!"

Ma Qiao also did not look sideways, only relying on the squirming of his lips to convey information in a low voice.

"You don't know yet? He hasn't come for several days. The one above is the acting manager appointed by the company, surnamed Liang.

The personality is actually quite good, and he has nothing to do with the world. After all, he is about to retire. It's just this mouth... I don't need to say more, you have experienced it yourself. "

I……

This feeling of hitting the cotton with a fist, and then being bounced back to beat you with a bruised nose and a swollen face...

"What's the matter with Wang Zhiping? He said he won't go to work if he doesn't go to work?" Meng Lang was full of resentment.

What about role models and examples?
Does the manager of the insurance company also have annual leave?
Can you set an example as a voluntary 007?
liver qi stagnation...

"Well! I was quite puzzled at first, but there was a rumor yesterday that it seems that the backyard of my house caught fire."

Fire in the backyard?

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment. He knew about Ma Qiao's gossip, and it was almost the same as the official investigation report.

"What's the situation? His wife cheated?"

"Pfft!" Ma Qiao almost froze.

"What's your brain circuit? It must be him if you want to cheat!"

Meng Lang paused, feeling a little embarrassed.

Use yourself to judge others, use yourself to judge others!

"Wang Zhiping was caught on the spot?" Meng Lang didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement.

"That's not true, I heard that someone secretly put an intimate photo at the door of someone's house, and then there was a fire in Chibi's backyard, and the house is busy fighting the fire recently.

Afraid of causing trouble to the company, Wang Zhiping hurriedly asked for a long sick leave.

But even if he came, he would be ashamed to see others. "

Meng Lang immediately imagined the scene of Wang Zhiping being slapped into a pig's head when he came to work and being ridiculed by the crowd.

emm...

There are very good reasons for not coming, and even I, the sufferer, can't say anything.

But he soon noticed another detail.

"You call this kind of intelligence that the FBI can obtain as gossip?" Meng Lang's eyes were strange.

I even know that the intimate photos that were exposed are so detailed...

You're not really a member of an intelligence organization, are you?
"There is a student in my gym who is the best friend of Wang's nanny's best friend."

"Uh...you are amazing! Then tell me, which god posted this photo? It's so cruel that you want to break up such a pair of bi people."

"Do you really think I'm the FBI? You know this kind of thing."

"I thought that as long as I didn't know, you would know."

"Ha ha!"

"Ahem!" At this moment, the little old man on the stage coughed lightly, and the background noise in the audience immediately dropped several decibels.

Even meng lang immediately sat upright, not daring to speak any more.

At this point, he just felt a little depressed...

Before I could make a move, the enemy fell.

Invincible, but also a bit too lonely!
Could it be that my resignation is doomed not to be popular on the hot search, but to be unknown and fresh?
"The company has team building activities on weekends, and those whose performance reaches the target this month can bring their families to participate.

The so-called plan for a year lies in spring, especially you young people should go out for more activities, don't just stay at home playing mahjong and games, so as to avoid a lot of problems when you get old.

This body, squandered when young, has to repay the debt when old.

Go out to exercise, take a look at the scenery, cultivate your sentiments, bring a few clients if you can, and earn money while playing, why not do it? "

Hmm... Hearing what the little old man said, Meng Lang nodded in agreement.

In fact, think about it, if this Wang Zhiping is gone, this job is actually quite comfortable, very free, and quite healthy.

There is no need to check in, just go to "meet customers" if you have something to do, drink chicken soup with Uncle Zhang if you have nothing to do, occasionally listen to Ma Qiao's gossip, and often organize group tours...

Think about it carefully, without the pressure of life, this is actually a job that is very suitable for the elderly?

The most important thing is that when my parents and relatives ask me when I go home during the holidays, can I say that I am a vagrant.

Ask how to support yourself, how to explain the source of huge wealth?

Said to go to Macau?

Then when you enter the house, you can't be discounted by your father?

So, isn't it more tactful to say that meeting a rich woman will bring my achievements to the sky?

(End of this chapter)