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Chapter 180 - 151 Tomorrow Will Be Better

Chapter 180: Chapter 151 Tomorrow Will Be Better

"Please have the parents sit in order, no crowding."

"Parents of Grade 2 Class 3, please go to the left side of the stands and take your seats according to your ticket numbers."

"Xiao Meng, check what numbers Xiao Yu’s tickets are."

"16, 17, 18."

"Over here, hey! Hello, please get me a bag of popcorn and two bottles of salty soda," Yan Weiwei called out to a passing vendor.

Sitting amidst a bustling crowd of parents, Meng Lang felt the lively atmosphere of human life, but his mood was somewhat heavy.

In another 25 years, all of this before me will probably dissipate like beautiful bubbles, gone with the wind...

How annoying!

Why do I, a simpleton who only thinks about surviving to a ripe old age eating buns and fried dough sticks, always have to bear the pressures that shouldn’t burden someone my age...

Is this what they call passively "worrying about the world before anything else"?

"Uh... Brother Meng, you’re here too?"

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice rang out next to him.

Meng Lang turned his head and saw Wang Xianfu, whom he had met a few times before, sitting down next to him.

Accompanying him was his wife, who was clearly here to watch their child perform as well.

Wang Xianfu glanced at Yan Weiwei sitting next to Meng Lang and tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the slight discomfort on Wang Xianfu’s face, Meng Lang just weakly nodded his head.

"Yeah, what a coincidence," he responded, then immediately turned away in a "do not disturb" manner.

My mind is already a mess, let’s not get involved in any more parental drama and scheming...

If possible, he now just wanted to send an emoticon—let me be alone!

Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang’s "dispirited" appearance, and his expression turned even stranger.

"What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so listless today? Mm~ Crunch! Crunch!"

Yan Weiwei glanced at Meng Lang and popped two pieces of popcorn from the vendor into her mouth.

"Nothing much, just feeling mentally exhausted, maybe the more a person knows, the less happy they become..."

The more you know, the less happy?

What does he know?

Yan Weiwei’s eyes flickered slightly guiltily, "Well... if you have something on your mind, you can talk to friends, right? Keeping it to yourself is really suffocating, haha!"

Yes, indeed, keeping it all in can truly lead to depression.

This is probably why I chose to confess everything to Xiao Yu at the end of my life.

"Sigh! As for me, confiding in someone is easier said than done; trust between people... it has to be the kind that can survive life and death," sighed Meng Lang.

It’s only in these situations that you realize how hard it is to find a suitable listener.

How many people can entrust their lives like Xiao Yu?

"Uh..."

But hearing this, Yan Weiwei perceived it differently.

A life-and-death trust?

Is he mocking me? He must be, right?

She pursed her lips, "Alright, enough with the beating around the bush. The payment from last night has indeed been deposited; I’ll transfer 50 million to you later."

"Huh?" Meng Lang was stunned, then immediately widened his eyes.

"You got the deposit and didn’t say? Wait! Why is it 50 million? Wasn’t it agreed to be 100 million?"

"You sell insurance without taking a commission? How can I not get a cut when I’m the middleman?"

Meng Lang was instantly speechless, "A 50% commission, you really have the nerve to ask! Even insurance companies aren’t as greedy as you!

But you can rob me, not my money!"

This is the money for the "Strive to Survive Until a Natural Death and Incidentally Save the World Foundation"; how can you even think of taking a commission?

Are you trying to hold back the whole human race, don’t you realize?"

"What do you mean by ’rob’? I’m just holding it for you temporarily. Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Men turn bad as soon as they have money’?

To prevent you from suddenly becoming rich and delirious, I’ll keep the money for you," Yan Weiwei argued confidently.

Meng Lang paused for a moment.

Her reasoning did make sense, but wasn’t this controlling attitude a bit too much?

"Fine, fine, deduct the rent from it monthly, so I don’t have to transfer money every month," Meng Lang retorted.

Given Yan Weiwei’s wealth, she really wouldn’t care about a mere 50 million; perhaps she thought he was truly broke and wanted to give him a cooling-off period?

But... men turn bad as soon as they have money?

Hah! Then I must be terribly wicked.

...

"What’s wrong? Is your face twitching?" Mrs. Wang curiously looked at her husband.

His face had been twitching non-stop since just now, a condition he never had before.

"No... it’s nothing," Mr. Wang’s expression said it all.

Although the place was a bit noisy, he could still partly catch the dialogue between the two nearby.

[The payment from last night has indeed arrived; I’ll transfer 50 million to you later.]

[Why is it 50 million! Wasn’t it agreed to be 100 million?]

[You sell insurance without taking commissions? How can I not get a cut as the referrer?]

[Fine, fine, deduct the rent from it monthly, so I don’t have to transfer money every month.]

Listen to this conversation! Is this even human language?

It was one thing out of the primary school gate, but now inside a primary school! Can’t you have a bit of public conscience?

Mr. Wang had already imagined a not-so-child-friendly drama in his mind.

He had originally thought that the two of them had a relationship of being kept and keeping someone, of spare tires and jerks. But to his surprise, their relationship seemed even more complex than he had imagined...

Being an introducer, earning a high commission, working for her and having to pay a monthly venue fee, this wealthy lady was a complete industry chain by herself!

No wonder she could afford that kind of luxury car.

But... this young brother was going too far!

A million in one night? That’s almost as much as my entire year’s income!

Is this the going rate in the top-tier domestic market?

The envy and jealousy I can’t set aside...

Right then, a woman in a tailored suit caught Mr. Wang’s eye.

Even though her dress was quite different from the last time and she wore big black-framed glasses, Wang Xianfu recognized her immediately—it was that "spare tire" who was with Meng Lang that day.

Looking around as if she were searching for someone,

Wang Xianfu’s eyes lit up.

I knew it! It’s impossible to frequently walk by the river without getting your shoes wet!

Even time management masters have their schedules muddled sometimes, right?

Could this be the highly anticipated dramatic scene?

If two women start fighting at some point, or if Meng Lang gets double-teamed by the two women...

Should I pretend to intervene in the fight, or should I quickly take out my phone to record it and reflect on the declining morality in my social circle?

"Hey! Why hasn’t it started yet? What number is Zikai’s class’s performance?" Wang Xianfu stood up from the crowd and looked toward the stage.

With the fuss he intentionally made, the woman indeed turned her attention his way, quickly spotted Meng Lang and his companion, and sure enough, walked over here.

Here it comes, the show is about to start!

Wang Xianfu’s face was filled with anticipation.

"I finally found you guys. I was a bit held up with work, I haven’t missed it, have I?"

"Not at all, not at all, the performance is just about to start. Haitang, you came at the perfect time, come and sit. Are you hungry? Have some popcorn, I also bought you a bottle of salty soda."

Uh...

Watching the two women link arms, as intimate as real sisters, Wang Xianfu was completely dumbfounded.

This isn’t what the script said!

Where’s the collision between Mars and Earth?

"Brother Meng, they... they know each other?"

"Ah! They’re best friends, of course, they know each other." Meng Lang looked at him strangely.

Best... best friends?!

This is a bit confusing, let me sort this out first.

But after thinking it over for a long while, he still couldn’t figure it out.

At this moment, Wang Xianfu’s look at Meng Lang no longer contained envy or jealousy.

Instead, it was replaced by a kind of admiration that one might have toward a high mountain.

When you slightly surpass others, they envy you, but when you far exceed them, they admire you.

But when you are way beyond their reach, they can only worship you...

"Brother Meng, here is my business card. If you ever have time, I’d be honored to have tea with you and learn some parenting tips from you."

"Uh..."

Your use of formal language caught me off guard...

...

"Dear parents,"

"Teachers,"

"Students,"

"Welcome to Qing Song Primary School’s art performance event tonight!

In this beautiful April, the most beautiful time of year, we come together..."

"I now declare the performances officially open! Next up, please welcome the first act, a choir performance of ’Tomorrow Will Be Better’ by Class 3, Grade 4!"

At that moment, the emcee had already begun the announcements. Soft, melodious music started playing, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

[Softly awakening the slumbering hearts, slowly open your eyes.

Look at the bustling world, is it still endlessly spinning in loneliness?

The spring breeze knows not of romance, stirring the hearts of youth...]

Meng Lang, listening to the ethereal voices of the young boys and girls on stage, felt his restless heart gradually calming down.

The healing power of human cubs is unparalleled; Meng Lang found himself increasingly immersed.

[Look up in search of the wings in the sky, as migratory birds make their presence known.

Bringing news of famine from afar, heartless wars still exist.

Jade Mountain’s white snow flutters, igniting the passion in the hearts of youth...]

Watching the innocent young faces on stage, his mind involuntarily flashed images of burning cities, screaming crowds, and countless lonely faces in city ruins...

[Extend your hands, let me embrace your dreams, let me hold the true face of your heart.

Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth~ offering sincere prayers for tomorrow.

Who can ignore their homeland, put aside the memories of childhood.

Who can bear to see the sorrows of their past, take away our smiles...]

...

"Next, please welcome the second act, a children’s play—’Chronicles of the X-War’ by Class 3, Second Grade!"

It wasn’t until the emcee’s next announcement that Meng Lang snapped out of that inexplicable sadness.

Hm? What did I just hear?

’Chronicles of the X-War’?

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