Chapter 4 Double Standard Dog
"Bang!" "Bang! Bang!"...
There was a lot of movement in the conference room. It lasted for a while, and everyone outside automatically thought about what was going on inside. "The battle is in full swing" scene.
After about ten minutes, the two finally came out of the conference room. Lao Zhang looked still angry, but Meng Lang looked like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"What are you still doing? Why don't you go out and find customers? If your performance doesn't meet the target this month, pack up and get out!" Lao Zhang glared at Meng Lang.
"Oh." Meng Lang walked out of the office with a low eyebrow.
Wang Zhiping saw this scene through the glass window, with a sneer on his face...
...
"Alas~" Meng Lang looked up depressedly as he walked out of the company. Looking at the suddenly gloomy sky.
There is no performance, which offends the boss and also brings trouble to Uncle Zhang.
Why is it so difficult to get a foothold in a big city...
"Hey! The acting was good!" At this moment, there was a heavy weight on the shoulder, and Ma Qiao followed him out at some point.
Meng Lang glanced at him, "You know it again."
"Don't I know who Lao Zhang is? If you want to be a good salesperson, you must have a pair of people who can read people. "Fire eyes and golden eyes." Ma Qiao smiled.
When Meng Lang heard this, he thought about what Uncle Zhang had just said about him, and he felt a little depressed.
"Do you also think that I'm not suitable for sales?"
Hearing this, Ma Qiao widened her eyes and gave a look like you were teasing me. "Is that a question of suitability?"
"Uh..."
I was even more shocked.
"Buzz! Buzz!" At this moment, an Audi A4 suddenly stopped next to the two of them.
The roar of the engine caused by stepping on the accelerator seemed to deliberately show off its existence.
"Hey! Where are Brother Ma Qiao going? Do you want a ride?"
Meng Lang looked at the driver's seat, and the person who spoke was a young man with a smug earring. people.
Hmm, he looks familiar. He seems to be a colleague in the company.
"A-Cheng? That's okay! Cannons be exchanged for cannons?" Ma Qiao saw the person coming clearly, smiled and stepped forward to pat the rather showy red car body.
"Hey! I made a little money from investing. How about it? Is it okay?"
"What do you mean it's okay? It's like relying on a gold horse and a saddle. Now you've joined the upper class. Ah? This car can’t be worth hundreds of thousands.”
“400,000 is a lucky number!” Cheng said proudly.
“Hey! Did you get rich?”
“Hey! I made a little money from stock trading.”
"What stock is so crazy?"
"Don't say that my brother won't help you fly. Huaxia Energy has gone crazy recently. How about we come and play together?"
"I still Forget it, you guys have good performance and your monthly commissions are tens of thousands. I am a moonlight person, how can I afford to speculate in stocks?"
"Okay, if you regret it, don't say that your brothers are unjust, how about you get in the car and go for a ride?"
"Forget it. Yes, I have to go to the gym, maybe next time.”
"Okay, I'll meet you at the gym next time. See you then. The little girl I just picked up yesterday is still waiting for me, hehe!"
Before leaving, he glanced at Meng Lang next to Ma Qiao , with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Buzz! Buzz!" The red Audi roared away, causing passers-by to look askance.
Ma Qiao turned around and found Meng Lang standing there, dumbfounded.
"Hey! What's wrong with you?"
"Ah? Oh! It's okay." Meng Lang came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression. "That person was in the same group just now?"
"Well, Chen Cheng, my relatives are all civil servants and have a wide network of contacts. They joined the company at about the same time as me, and they are doing pretty well. They often go to the gym where I am. Picking up girls.
But as you can see, he is a public person and prefers to show off.”
Ma Qiao is a know-it-all and knows almost everyone in the company.
What’s particularly amazing is that he seems to be able to get along with everyone regardless of religion or religion, and he is a brother-in-law with everyone.
"Chen Cheng..." Meng Lang looked thoughtful.
First I met Mr. Tony and told me about Amway, then everything went wrong in the company, and then I met Chen Cheng showing off his wealth with a luxury car...
And what a coincidence, he even mentioned " China Energy"...
Meng Lang couldn't help but enter a state of reasoning called "hindsight".
Suppose I had not read that "autobiography"... would my life trajectory really be what it says in the book...
Think about it, just when you are down and confused, and suddenly a proven opportunity to make a fortune is presented to you, will you be moved?
How come we are all human beings, so they can drive luxury cars and hang out 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 as to borrow money to speculate in stocks!
But with this combination of punches hitting three times in a row, I’m afraid I can’t even think about being impulsive!
Meng Lang seemed to be enlightened and instantly understood the cause and effect of the whole thing.
Is this "my future"?
Looking at Meng Lang's absent-minded look, Ma Qiao thought that the man was aroused by Chen Cheng, and frowned slightly.
"I said, you don't have any evil intentions, do you?"
"Huh? What evil intentions can I have?" Meng Lang looked at him doubtfully.
"There is no best. I thought you also wanted to trade in the stock market. Let me give you a piece of advice. The stock market is risky, so you need to be cautious when entering the market!"
"How is that possible, stock trading? All my life..."
Halfway through his words, Meng Lang suddenly froze.
Wait! I was just thinking about how not to make the same mistakes again, but I didn't realize that the "pitfalls" I encountered in my future life in the "autobiography" were opportunities for me now.
On the importance of reverse thinking!
Who could have known that a stock market crash would occur in the near future?
It’s just me!
Isn’t this unique inside information? This is the information gap!
But here’s the problem. How can I have the capital to speculate in stocks when I have to worry about next month’s rent?
Meng Lang was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head with some trepidation.
“Um...can you lend me some money?”
Ma Qiao: "..."
...
Of course I didn't borrow the money.
Not only did he not borrow it, Ma Qiao also turned around and left with a dark face. The boat of friendship capsized at the drop of a hat.
Meng Lang could only lament that borrowing money is indeed the touchstone of friendship.
He hurriedly scanned 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 if there are any hidden cameras in each room.
After confirming that the security level had been raised to the highest level, Meng Lang walked into the bedroom with a little peace of mind and turned on the lamp.
I dug out the "Tragic Life" that made me gnash my teeth yesterday from the trash can, carefully placed it on the table, and carefully wiped away some stains.
Meng Lang was extremely glad that he didn't burn it on impulse yesterday.
He took a deep breath and opened the pages of the book again like a pilgrim. He moved gently, like the most devout believer reading the Bible.
The result is the next moment.
“Huh?” Meng Lang was surprised.
Why does this handwriting... seem to have faded?
Meng Lang adjusted the light and angle of the desk lamp and looked at it carefully for a while to confirm that it was not his illusion.
If the font last night was normal bold, then the transparency has now been pulled to 50%.
How can it still fade? Meng Lang was dumbfounded.
For a moment, the fonts on the book seemed to fade a little.
Meng Lang rubbed his eyes to make sure it was not his eyesight.
He stared at the increasingly faint handwriting on the page with a thoughtful expression.
The handwriting is disappearing... Does this mean that my future has changed?
So this autobiography is not a disposable item? !
[Autobiography: "..."]
Meng Lang was pleasantly surprised.
String theory? Parallel universe? Butterfly effect? Space-time paradox?
Meng Lang searched hard to find a reasonable scientific explanation for the existence of this autobiography.
But it is obvious that the meager physics knowledge in his mind is not enough to support a scumbag with a second degree in college to accomplish such a feat.
He began to think about some more realistic issues.
If your actions can change the future, and this book will present a new future again because of your actions, and you will change your actions again because of reading the new content in the book, thus deriving a new future. The future...
If this cycle continues, does that mean that I can have countless opportunities to "change the future"?
In the future, are you in chaos?
I’m pretty messed up anyway.
“Bang, bang!”
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door forced Meng Lang out of the mosquito-repellent incense loop.
Meng Lang closed the book suddenly, feeling as if he was suddenly being checked.
I have been pointing at the book for a long time, under the pillow? Wardrobe?
But I felt a little worried no matter where I hid it, so I simply stuffed it into my arms and zipped it up.
……
“Bang bang!”
Outside the door, a woman carrying a bag of fruit frowned and knocked on the door.
Although he is dressed in a wide sports attire, he is tall, with three-dimensional facial features and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that are very heroic.
The key is that the dozens of keys hanging on the key board in your hand make a clattering sound, and you will definitely turn heads when walking on the street...
"Click~" Finally, the door was opened a crack, revealing a pair of alert eyes.
"Why did it take so long?" the woman said with some dissatisfaction.
"It's the landlord. Sorry, I was taking a shower just now." Meng Lang said with a guilty conscience.
This is the landlord of this rental house. They have only met twice, once when they just moved in, and once when they were pressed for rent.
When signing the rental contract, Meng Lang knew that the somewhat too young landlord in front of him was named Yan Weiwei.
According to the surrounding residents, the entire building was her family's property. Meng Lang could only lament the rich second generation lying down one after another...
Taking a bath in broad daylight?
Yan Weiwei looked inside the room through the crack in the door with some doubts, and found that it was dark as if the lights were not turned on, and even the curtains were closed.
Do you need to turn off the lights and draw the curtains to take a bath?
Are you fooling the ghost?
Yan Weiwei immediately planned to push the door open to take a look, but found that there was something blocking the door behind it and she couldn't push it open!
Yan Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then became furious.
"Hey! I have such a hot 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. Please open the door for me!"
"Eh? No, no, no, don't misunderstand! I didn't resist violently. Rent, I don’t feel safe every time I take a shower, so The door will be blocked.
Besides, I’m not wearing any clothes, so it’s not appropriate for you to come in now!”
Meng Lang rolled up his sleeves when he saw how tough this girl was. He was about to kick the door, but his scalp exploded and he quickly explained.
“Fart! I don’t feel safe even after taking a shower. Do you think you are Daniel Wu?”
"My mother said that boys must know how to protect themselves when they go out..."
The two people looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into awkwardness.
Yan Weiwei glanced up and down at Meng Lang, who was hiding behind the door. She looked thoughtful at first, then showed a look of contempt.
“Young people, you must know moderation!”
What is moderation? Meng Lang looked at the other party speechlessly. There must be some misunderstanding.
"Okay, I'm not interested in your personal hobbies, but when are you going to pay last month's rent?"
"Uh... this..." Meng Lang smiled awkwardly.
“Can you give me a few more days of grace? When my salary comes down, I’ll pay it together with this month’s payment.” For money, we can only tighten our belts to get by.
"Okay, small business, 10% interest." Yan Weiwei said with a straight face, looking businesslike.
In her eyes, Meng Lang had undoubtedly been placed on the "personality blacklist."
"...Okay!" Meng Lang gritted his teeth.
YaYa’s is worse than a bank!
Yan Weiwei was too lazy to talk to Meng Lang anymore, so she turned around and knocked on the door next to her.
Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door. The soundproofing effect of the wooden door was not good, and the faint voices of Yan Weiwei and a little girl could be 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, I My sister is not at home now.”
"I'm not at home, I'm not telling her, work is important, but I can't leave you alone at home all the time, right? Really."
"It doesn't matter, I can do my homework at home, no need My sister will accompany me.”
"My little sweetheart is so sensible that it makes people feel bad. Tell your sister and ask her to spend more time with you. These are the peaches my sister bought on the road. Take them to wash and eat."
"Thank you. Sister Yan! "
"Well! Sister, please close the door and don't open it if anyone knocks...especially the one next door." He said the last sentence in a low voice.
"I know, except for my sister and sister Yan, I don't like anyone."
"Yeah! So good!"
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the door closing and the sound of walking away.
Meng Lang gritted his teeth after hearing this.
Double-standard dog!
......
Of course Yan Weiwei, who had already walked far away, didn't know what someone behind her was complaining about. When she passed the stairs, she saw a discarded can on the ground and frowned immediately.
The long legs that turn heads are slightly raised, and the toes are lightly tapped.
"Bang!"
The highest point is almost grazing the ceiling of the corridor, and the can draws a perfect parabola...
"Brush!" accurately falls into ten A trash can a few meters away!
“Shhhh~”
At this time, Yan Weiwei didn't look behind her at all, she had already gone downstairs whistling... (End of Chapter)