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Chapter 151 - 126: The Old Drunkard’s Intent Is Not the Wine

Chapter 151: Chapter 126: The Old Drunkard’s Intent Is Not the Wine

Mr. Meng and Yang Hui looked somewhat displeased.

The old man frowned, but did not open his mouth.

"I haven’t changed professions, still in insurance sales. Just messing around outside, nowhere near comparable to my cousin," Meng Lang just smiled.

People’s sense of superiority is actually built upon the disdain for others.

But maybe because he was taking a God’s-eye view, Meng Lang was very calm this time, as if he was watching a play performed according to a predetermined script.

Especially when you know the ending, the process is actually rather boring.

That’s why "spoilers" are hated by people.

It was a performance utterly lacking a soul...

Moreover, for a relative who would suffer a cerebral hemorrhage in two years, he really couldn’t get angry.

After all... the dead deserve the most respect.

"By the way, uncle, our company has recently introduced a new insurance product that not only provides good coverage but is also quite affordable. Why not consider it and support your nephew’s performance?"

Meng Lang proactively filled a cup of wine for Meng Li, and said with a grin.

"Uh..." Meng Li was stunned by Meng Lang’s sudden move.

I was clearly mocking him, and this kid doesn’t react, and he can even manage to remain calm and invite me to contribute to his sales performance?

He laughed awkwardly with a hint of discomfort, "Hey! Kid, there’s no scamming your own family like this.

Who doesn’t know what insurance is all about? Those thick contracts are full of traps, and it’s just like throwing money away!"

"Ah! Uncle, I have to correct you there. Actually, insurance can be very substantial for those who need it.

You’re running such a big business, naturally, you know the most important thing is the awareness of risk, right? The same principle applies to people.

Buying insurance for yourself is just like insuring your business, it might seem like you’re losing some benefit, but it ensures the longevity of your business, and when there’s an accident, we won’t panic, right?

You’re still the pillar of the family, the family can do without anyone but you, right? Buying insurance for yourself is like buying a safeguard for the whole family!

Besides, people who say insurance isn’t good are mostly because many salespeople are unethical, caring only about performance and not about needs, plus various traps in claiming compensation.

But who am I? I’m your nephew!

You’ve watched me grow up, don’t you trust my character, uncle?"

Meng Lang’s talk was sensible, and he did not forget to flatter his uncle in the process.

Meng Li felt comfortable hearing this, and inside he actually felt the impulse to buy an insurance policy.

"Hey, you kid, with that mouth of yours, I’m really seeing you in a new light! If I don’t buy now, would that mean I don’t trust my own nephew?" Uncle shook his head and chuckled.

Even the old man looked at his grandson with a bit of astonishment.

He remembered this grandson as somewhat naive, simply put, never really growing up.

In ancient times, he might have been a modest gentleman, but in the present, that’s just an honest man who can be easily deceived, hardly able to make it in today’s society.

And an ordinary person, when provoked by such remarks from Meng Li, wouldn’t stay calm, let alone talk amiably right afterward.

But Meng Lang, like there was nothing wrong, faced the demeaning jokes of his elder and still managed to smoothly lead Meng Li into his own rhythm.

Courteous and measured, neither humble nor arrogant!

The snotty little kid who used to get his behind spanked by me, has finally grown up.

The old man revealed a smile of relief.

"All right then, Xiao Lang has spoken. As your uncle, I naturally can’t be stingy, but I can’t help out for nothing!" Meng Li said sternly.

He took a wine glass, poured it full of white wine, and placed it in front of Meng Lang.

"Around here, most business is settled over the dinner table—that’s also a culture! Come on, let’s have two drinks together!" Meng Li lifted his cup.

"Ah, uncle, don’t you have a bit of high blood pressure?" Meng Lang suddenly asked.

Cerebral hemorrhage, also known as cerebral bleeding, is commonly caused by high blood pressure combined with arteriosclerosis.

Chronic high blood pressure can lead to arteriosclerosis in patients. Once the hardened arteries can’t withstand the patient’s excessive blood pressure, they rupture, leading to cerebral hemorrhage.

With such an occurrence, the acute phase mortality rate is as high as 30% to 40%.

Meng Lang reckoned that at this time, his uncle already had related risks.

"Uncle, you socialize a lot in business, you should prevent the ’three highs’, and drink less. Here’s how we’ll do it: I’ll drink up, and you drink as you please."

Meng Li, indeed, was stunned by Meng Lang’s apparently earnest concern.

Wasn’t I here to poke around for information?

Why do I now feel a bit embarrassed to proceed?

And what’s with that sympathetic look in your eyes? It feels offensive!

"You kid, making a mountain out of a molehill, do I really need you to let me off drinking?" Without another word, uncle downed it in one gulp.

Ah! Meng Lang’s eyes filled with even more sympathy looking at his uncle.

Seeing you drink like that, reminds me of myself eating junk food.

He knew that advising would be useless now, and he surely couldn’t directly tell his uncle, "I’ve already seen your future," could he?

He could only remind him when he could to frequently get physical examinations, to detect and prevent issues early.

Helping to buy an insurance policy was his way of contributing however little he could.

Speaking of which, with the ability to see through everyone’s fate—a truly heaven-defying power—my autobiography could totally function as a "Life and Death Book"!

If "I" sent back a death list from the future and then I went selling insurance according to the types of death listed...