Chapter 481 Showing the Upper Limit
On that afternoon...
“What? Solved?”
“Ah~ The termination contract was signed, and there was a penalty for liquidated damages. No compensation.”
“Huh?”
"Then that guy publicly apologized to me in front of everyone..."
"This..."
Duan Xian and Duan Xiaoyi looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. The termination contract lay in a daze on the table.
"Brother! Who did you find to come forward to scare Na Hundan like this?" Duan Xiaoyi said with a strange expression.
The rich second-generation boss was so arrogant before, but he is so embarrassed today.
The look of someone who was clearly feeling aggrieved, but could only blush and bow obediently to apologize, fully demonstrated what it meant to be "arrogant at first and respectful later".
While Duan Xiaoyi was relieved, he was also puzzled.
She is a nerd who only knows how to play games. She may be able to kill everyone in the game, but of course she cannot have such a deterrent effect in reality.
The only possibility is that Duan Xian, who has gradually gained a little fame, claims that he will definitely help her to calm down the situation...
"Uh..."
Duan Xian was also confused.
He has appeared on many programs during this period, and has made many connections in the industry through his skills in sales.
There are many people who can ask for help, but even a well-known female host with the highest status regretfully said that there was nothing she could do about it.
If we talk about the only possibility left...
Could it be...
No way? Obviously I just asked him to try it last night...
"Brother! Who is it? You tell me?"
Seeing that Duan Xian looked a little weird, Duan Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask. road.
"This... I'm not sure."
How long has it been... If Meng Lang really asked that "friend" for help, then this "friend" "How much energy?"
["So, which stage do you plan to go to next?"
"Well... the capital, what do you think of the Capital Hotel?"]
Recalling the "joke" Meng Lang made when we parted. ", Duan Xian's mind was buzzing.
Is the stage... so big?
“What do you mean by uncertainty? I have been so helpful and I plan to thank you in person.”
"Uh... I'll talk about thanking you in person later. I have to sort out some things.
In short, it's good that the matter is resolved now. Don't be so impulsive again in the future."
"It's not my fault..." Duan Xiaoyi crossed her arms and looked unconvinced.
Duan Xian shook his head helplessly, and then seemed to remember something.
"By the way, after this happened, it will be difficult for you to find a suitable club to join in a short period of time. Do you have any plans for the next step?"
"Plan? What's your plan? At worst, I'll become a game anchor. I won't starve to death anyway.
Besides, there's still you!
You're a big star now, in the future The burden of supporting your parents and taking care of my useless sister will be left to you!"
Duan Xiaoyi smiled and patted her brother on the shoulder.
Duan Xian slapped her hand away with a speechless expression, "You are only in your early twenties now, so it's not that early to lie down.
If you have no plans, it just so happens that there is a job here that is suitable for you..."
When Duan Xian finished talking about the job Meng Lang introduced, Duan Xiaoyi suddenly looked surprised.
"Bai Ye discipline? This local company has become very popular recently, and the so-called "Bajie" is still hard to find. Even I, a nerd, have heard of its name.
Brother, when did you become so powerful? Not only can the second generation of rich people deal with it, but even a big factory like this can just block people if they say it?
Could it be that you were unwritten because of your sister? ”
"Get out!" Duan Xian said with a black line on his head.
"This is not your brother, I have great powers..."
"Who is it?"
"Here! Add this game account." Duan Xian didn't answer, just gave her an account number.
“What?”
"Anyway, you don't go to work that soon. If you have time, help me bring my friends. That guy is handicapped. If you can... try to bring gold."
"Let me ask you about business, you Let me train as a substitute? Or a level training with such a low difficulty level as gold..."
“If it’s easy or not, we’ll talk about it after you take it with us...Also, be polite to others.”
“How much did it cost to sell your sister...Wait a minute! Could it be that this financial sponsor is your friend with great powers?" Duan Xiaoyi said suspiciously.
"Haha..." Duan Xian smiled and said nothing.
I was also filled with emotions in my heart.
Who would have thought that the guy who was bronze in every game he played in the dormitory back then would now have the connections and resources he can mobilize to be the king?
But not long ago, he was so depressed that because of 50,000 yuan, he had to put a price on their friendship...
Duan Xian smiled and shook his head.
I can only lament that this life encounter is really wonderful.
I don’t know when it started, but the back of my all-too-familiar best friend suddenly became a little ethereal and distant... High in the sky.
A few people are on the ground, look at me in the blue sky..."
The next day, in a study room in a compound, Meng Lang couldn't help but look at the writing on the desk. Touched his chin.
This is part of a poem from Hou Meng's "Linjiang Immortal: Who Will Believe Before Meeting Xingzang" by Hou Meng of the Song Dynasty.
On the surface, it is about a kite flying in the blue sky, and people on the ground are watching.
In fact, it is to express one's extraordinary ambition to rise to the top and look down on the world.
Sure enough, not long after the poem was written, Hou Meng won the first prize in one fell swoop and entered the court as an official. He rose through the ranks and served successively as Yushi, Shangshu, Zhongshu Shilang, and the same position as prime minister.
It has truly achieved "a few people are on the ground, look at me in the blue sky"!
That Hu Shi was copying this poem in his study. He seems to be ambitious...
Oh no, he is an ambitious person...
"Why, Mr. Meng is very interested in calligraphy and poems." Is there any research?”
A middle-aged man’s voice suddenly came from behind.
Meng Lang turned around and saw Hu Yifei walking into the study, followed by a middle-aged man.
"I'm sorry, I just came back from field research. Didn't you keep Mr. Meng waiting longer?"
Hu Yonghua smiled and stretched out his hand. He was about to shake Meng Lang's hand. However, when he saw the face of the young man who turned around clearly, But he couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh".
Meng Lang also stared at Hu Yonghua in astonishment, and a strange look gradually appeared on his face.
Hu Yonghua tried hard to remember for a moment, and the next moment he suddenly pointed at Meng Lang and blurted out.
"Oh~ I remembered it! You... aren't you the young man who came to show off your lower limit that day?"
Meng Lang: "..."
Hey, hey! What do young people who "show their lower limit" mean?
Let’s have a sports competition, friendship first, competition second, okay!
He also recognized it at this moment. Unexpectedly, Hu Yonghua and Hu Shi were actually one of the two middle-aged men he met in the gymnasium last time to test his "table tennis skills"...< br>
No wonder Secretary Li looked familiar to me yesterday!
Were they not the same two people we met at that time?
"Uh... did you know each other before?" Hu Yifei on the side said in surprise.
"Ahem! I met you once in the gymnasium before. I didn't expect you, Hu City, to be so close to the people. At that time, I didn't realize that you were the mayor of a city at all."
Meng Lang explained with a dry cough.
"Oh! Yes!" Hu Yonghua also felt that he had just lost his composure, and smiled awkwardly to smooth things over for himself.
"I didn't expect that, little brother, you are the expert that Yifei said.
This... is really what you said, the upper and lower limits... are both very high! Huh? Hahaha... …”
“I can be an expert I don’t dare to take it seriously, but I made a fool of myself in front of you before, haha...”
“Hey! It’s like we don’t know each other even if we don’t fight!”
Looking at the two of them together. Laughing awkwardly, Hu Yifei was confused.
What are the "upper limits" and "lower limits"? What happened to these two people in the gym?
After this somewhat surprising episode, Hu Yonghua looked curiously at the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him.
Just looking at his age and appearance, there is no trace of the so-called superior demeanor at all.
However, there is a very special kind of confidence and carefreeness in his eyes and temperament.
At least ordinary people would never be able to be so at ease with his current status...
"I heard that Yifei's company was able to come back to life thanks to Mr. Meng. I have long wanted to thank him in person.
When I saw him today, I didn't expect Mr. Meng to be so young."
"Nowhere, helping Mr. Hu is entirely due to chance, Mr. Hu's The senior sister is my friend, and I have become familiar with her after going back and forth.
Furthermore, I didn’t put in that much effort. I just introduced Director Gao of Evergreen Biotech to Mr. Hu. At best, I was just an introducer. That’s all.”
Just the introducer?
How could an introducer be so highly regarded by Hu Yifei, a brat with eyes higher than his head?
"Mr. Meng..."
"Hey! I am the same generation as Mr. Hu, and Mr. Hu, you are the elder, just call me Xiao Meng."
"Haha! That’s fine, Xiao Meng, do you also like poetry and calligraphy?”
Hu Yonghua pointed to the words on the desk and asked with a smile.
If a high-ranking official is willing to meet with a guest in a highly private study and is willing to talk to him about his interests and hobbies, it already represents a considerable degree of intimacy.
It's a pity that Meng Lang is not an official. The "goodwill" that Hu Yonghua deliberately released was a show for the blind...
"I can't talk about liking it. It's just that my grandfather liked it. He practiced it when he was a child. In a few years, it will only be the third prize in calligraphy for primary school students."
"Uh...hahaha!" Hu Yonghua was immediately amused by Meng Lang's "eclectic" answer.
“Brother Meng, you must be humble. Dad, you don’t know what it means to practice both medicine and martial arts.
Brother Meng is very skilled. Last time, an employee in our company suddenly went into shock and almost lost his breath. He woke up after a few injections.
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed there was such a young miracle doctor! "
Hu Yifei naturally highly respects his ability.
"Oh? "Hu Yonghua looked at Meng Lang with a slightly strange look.
"So, Xiao Meng's family must be well-educated? ”
"Haha! I dare not assume that my family is knowledgeable, but my ancestors can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period..."
He didn't lie. The Meng family genealogy respects Mencius as the "first ancestor". This is well documented. In the ancestral hall It's all there.
As for what kind of inheritance of a thousand-year-old family these two father and son will come up with...
That is none of my business.
Sure enough, Hu Yonghua’s eyes fluctuated slightly.
However, the purpose of his meeting with Meng Lang today was to test him and see how good he was as a "master". He was not easily fooled by a young man's few words...
He picked up the writing on the table. , "I just wrote this calligraphy yesterday, Xiao Meng, what do you think?"
What do you think?
How about what?
That is to say, the level is better than that of ordinary people. It is better than the upper level and more than the lower level. There are so many calligraphy masters in the world, and they are all leaders...
"Ahem! The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and the momentum is extraordinary!"
Hu Yonghua naturally knew what level he was at, so he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then what do you think of this poem...what does Xiao Meng think?"
>Poetry?
Meng Lang was stunned.
Why are you talking about poetry again?
He glanced at the words on the table again...
"Good poetry, soaring ambitions, very powerful."
"Well! It seems that Xiao Meng also understands poetry.< br>
When Feng Qing borrows his strength, he flies into the sky, and a few people are on the ground. Look at me in the blue sky...
Being a general or a prime minister, achieving success and fame. Who doesn't have some lofty ambitions when he is young? ? Haha..."
Hu Yonghua looked at Meng Lang and smiled, but his eyes were somewhat meaningful.
Meng Lang was a little stunned when he was stared at, but he soon realized what he was doing and was immediately amused.
The other party obviously was talking about poetry, but in fact he was telling himself...
With fame and wealth, who can be exempt from vulgarity?
There are no saints in this world.
You are so young, you don’t want money, you don’t want fame, you don’t ask for fame or wealth, what are you doing for that?
This person... seems to be suspicious of his own purpose...
Maybe this poem was left here waiting for him on purpose...
After all, at my age, it’s really hard to be associated with “experts”.
The other party is not Hu Yifei. He has been in the officialdom for many years, and he may have already developed his ability to understand the world.
The chance encounter between myself and Hu Yonghua may have not only failed to increase the other's favorability, but instead deepened the other's doubts...
After all, it was too coincidental. It is hard to say that he was not deliberately approaching the Hu family...
This is the disadvantage of opening a new destiny line. Without the "certain future", all situations can only be adaptable.
But...
Meng Lang curled his lips.
Now that I can handle this kind of small scene, I no longer need the ability to predict...
"Being a general and entering a phase, achieving success and fame, is this the ambition of Lingyun?
I think this poem...should not be interpreted this way."
"Oh?" Hu Yonghua raised his eyebrows. "What do you say?"
"This kite flies up with the wind, looking down at all living beings, but it is still bound by the kite string.
Fame, fortune and fortune are all in the past.
Unable to break away from the shackles of this 'thread', no matter how high the kite flies, in the end, it will only be able to see clouds and smoke, but not the higher scenery!
But if the thread of fame and fortune is broken, it will skyrocket to ninety thousand miles...
At that time, it will be the real 'a few people are on the ground, look at me in the blue sky'..."
Hu Yonghua’s breath froze.
He had to admit that he was momentarily overwhelmed by the courage of the young man in front of him.
But...who doesn't know how to say beautiful words?
Get rid of the "fame and fortune line"?
It’s quite simple.
Ordinary people’s goals are as high as the sky, that is, entering and exiting generals. Do you really want to run towards the stars and the sea?
This is indeed very "out of line"!
Is there really such a young person who transcends the general public?
At what age did you start to gain enlightenment?
Even if you have half a head of gray hair, a few more crow's feet, and a slightly more aged look, you will be more convincing to me, right?
“Xiao Meng, you are indeed very knowledgeable about poetry, but do you really think there is such a saint in the world?
If he doesn't do it for fame and fortune, then what does he do for it? "Hu Yonghua asked tentatively.
It's very simple. There is a great terror between life and death!
In the face of this kind of terror, fame and wealth...are nothing?
But These words cannot be said...
Severe suspicion is a common problem among all high-ranking people.
Meng Lang knew that no matter how beautiful his words were, he might not be able to eliminate the other party's suspicion, so he planned to end today's meeting in another way.
"I don't know if there are any saints in this world...but we can make a bet."
"A bet?" Hu Yonghua was stunned for a moment.
"Well! I haven't played table tennis for a long time. How about... let's play another round?" Meng Lang said with a smile.
“Ping-pong ball?!”
Hu Yonghua looked strange.
You, a beginner who can’t even catch my serve, want to bet with me with a table tennis ball?
Meng Lang smiled and said nothing.
Do you know what it means to say goodbye for three days, like thirty years?
Coupled with the "overclocking magic skill", let alone a mere amateur, I am sure to win an Olympic gold medal for you...
Last time I showed off my lower limit, this time...
It's time to show my upper limit...
...
Half an hour later...
Meng Lang Smiling, he left Hu's house with Hu Yonghua's "Linjiang Immortal".
Hu Yonghua was left staring blankly at the table tennis ball in his hand.
I completely began to doubt life... (End of this chapter)