My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 284 - 198 Yellow Cattle Powder

Chapter 284: Chapter 198 Yellow Cattle Powder

"Uncle, what happened to your face?"

"Uh, nothing, I just used a bit too much force while swatting a mosquito, hehe..."

Meng Lang chuckled dryly, reaching for another piece of Mei Cai Kou Rou in his bowl.

Tonight, Haitang rarely cooked, and the Mei Cai Kou Rou was bright in color, with tender meat that melted in the mouth, fatty but not greasy, leaving a lingering fragrance — truly a heavenly delicacy.

But the price paid... was a bit too high...

"Really? You’re pretty harsh on yourself!

You’re strolling in the rain, going all out against mosquitoes. Either you’re a masochist, or your brains got waterlogged!"

Yan Weiwei clenched her little steel teeth, staring fiercely at Meng Lang.

So what if I’m feeling down?

If you’re sad, drench yourself in the rain, but you need a hug too? Are you crazy!

Meng Lang could only chuckle dryly.

What else can I say?

Can I say that hug was just a pure embrace to express joy and gratitude?

No! Strictly speaking, that hug had nothing to do with me!

Buddy, next time you pin something on me, could you be a bit more strategic?

Is this reminiscing? This is classic hooliganism!

I know you get excited seeing an old friend come back to life, but you gotta consider the occasion. There’s a gap between ideals and reality!

You can look back on the road, but you can’t walk it back!

Your memories include her, but her memories don’t include you. A clap doesn’t sound with one hand, get it?

In the end, my face has to pay the price...

Meng Lang couldn’t help feeling a bit sad.

Ultimately, it was all on him alone...

Memories are beautiful.

But beautiful things are quite cruel...

...

"Another bowl!"

Turning his grief into appetite, Meng Lang decided to soothe his wounded young soul with the power of delicious food.

"Didn’t you say his mental state wasn’t too good? Seems like his appetite is pretty great though!"

Haitang watched Meng Lang devour his food, utterly intoxicated, and whispered to Yan Weiwei.

"Where is his mental state okay? This guy is definitely not normal! From what he shows, he could very well be on the verge of depression and losing his mind," Yan Weiwei pursed her lips.

Haitang looked at her strangely.

You begged to let him come in for a meal, and you’re the one who looks deeply troubled.

You seem even more abnormal than he does...

"Ahem! I’m full!"

Seeing Haitang staring weirdly at her, Yan Weiwei felt somewhat guilty. She put down her cutlery and excused herself to watch TV on the sofa.

No sooner had she turned on the TV than a classic melodramatic Korean drama scene popped up...

The male and female leads clung tightly to each other.

"Promise me, don’t leave me, okay?"

"Silly, how could I possibly leave you."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

Her face inexplicably blushed...

...

"Whew~"

After enjoying a long-missed delicious meal, Meng Lang patted his belly and sighed comfortably.

Although the cost was somewhat severe, being able to sit down at the table for a meal properly was indeed wonderful.

This is life...

Seeing his sister clearing the dishes and leaving the table, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but approach curiously.

"Uncle, how did you manage to persuade Sister Weiwei to advocate for you?"

"Uh... that... "

The process was pretty rough and violent, you’re still young, so I won’t go into details.

"Adult matters, kids shouldn’t pry! Just say ’a wise man has his own ways!’"

Xiao Yu pouted, then as if she remembered something, "Oh right, uncle, I have something to show you!"

Xiao Yu pitter-pattered back to her room and when she came out again, she had a photo in her hand.

"What’s this?"

"Hehe! It’s Zhao Ge’s autograph photo."

"Oh~" Meng Lang was somewhat puzzled, "So you’re a fan of his too?"

"Yeah, I really like listening to his songs." Xiao Yu smiled sweetly.

"So, I was thinking of selling it, Uncle, how much do you think the signature could sell for?"

Meng Lang: "..."

Looking at Xiao Yu’s little money-grubber expression, Meng Lang was somewhat speechless.

Do you have some misunderstanding of the word ’fan’?

Moreover, celebrity autographs are so common these days, at most they’re worth a few bucks?

But seeing Xiao Yu’s hopeful look, he ultimately couldn’t bear to crush her spirits.

It’s just an autographed photo anyway, keep it internal!

"Actually, a friend’s sister is also his fan, she might be interested. I’ll handle this," Meng Lang took the signed photo.

Considering Xiao Yi’s fangirl behavior last time that seemed desperate for screen licking, this is definitely a genuine diehard fan, not really to sell it, just consider it a favor.

Speaking of which... am I not repaying grievance with kindness?

"That’s great, Uncle, ask for more if you can, um... I still have a few more... hehe!" Xiao Yu giggled sheepishly.

"More?" Meng Lang was startled.

"How many do you have?"

"Not many, just 15 copies."

Meng Lang: "..."

You must be some scalper fan huh...

"Xiao Yu, if you want to make money, you can wait until you’re an adult. Right now, your task is to study well.

Look, Afghanistan is still at war, children in Africa are still starving, and our great motherland is waiting for you to contribute."

Meng Lang said earnestly.

To waste your precious study time for a few hundred bucks, isn’t this putting the cart before the horse?

Are we that desperate for a bit of money?

The pocket change from the salary I’ll give you later won’t be just this!

"It’s still because I want to win a prize," Xiao Yu mumbled softly.

"What did you say?"

After Xiao Yu explained the whole situation, it made Meng Lang cry and laugh at the same time.

"Uncle, if I can’t sell this autograph, I might actually go bankrupt. The cheapest handheld gaming console online costs a couple of hundred." Xiao Yu said pitifully.

Meng Lang was both moved and amused.

"Knowing you could go bankrupt and yet still collecting?"

"It’s not that I collected them blindly, I had done some market research beforehand, and I heard Zhao Ge’s autograph is quite valuable..." Xiao Yu said weakly.

You had even done your market research beforehand? Quite the preparation...

Meng Lang helplessly thought.

But who can help it when she is his own little darling? Without Xiao Yu’s "favor of a meal," his own quality of life would have plummeted these past days.

Thinking it over, he picked up his phone and texted Duan Xiaoyi.

Meng said: [Um... how much is Zhao Ge’s autograph photo worth roughly?]

"Ding!" A reply came back quickly.

Xiao Yi: [Zhao Ge’s autograph photo? He doesn’t sell his autographs, they’re rare in the market, as long as it’s real, it starts at 500 upward!

Why? Do you have some?]

"Hiss~"

An autograph for 500?

Fan economy, is it that exaggerated?

Meng said: [I have, quite a few actually, 500 a piece, do you want them?]

Xiao Yi: [What?! Yes, as many as you have! Fans in the group are desperate to buy, I can even act as a middleman and earn a margin! Thanks, Brother Meng! (kiss)]

Meng Lang twitched his mouth.

Middleman?

It appears that even a die-hard fan and earning a margin are not mutually exclusive...

With Xiao Yu and you, one wholesaling and one retailing, you two could practically form a scalper supply chain...