My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 327 - 216: Every Book Is Itself

Chapter 327: Chapter 216: Every Book Is Itself

Manager Sun encouraged him a few more times.

During this time, he glanced at Meng Lang and felt he looked unfamiliar, assuming him to be a new team member recruited by Ma Qiao; he didn’t pay it much mind and left directly.

"Elder Li, although you’re a veteran employee, you can’t just rest on your laurels; you need to keep pace with the times!"

"Xiao Liu, come to my office later; let’s talk about the promotion plan for next month..."

Watching Manager Sun’s retreating back, Ma Qiao’s smile gradually faded, and he disdainfully curled his lip.

"Tch!"

"Uncle Zhang!"

Not until those leaders had walked away did Meng Lang cheerily greet Elder Zhang, who had stopped in his tracks.

"You finally show up, kid. I wanted to find you last time and only then discovered you had moved."

"Hehe! I didn’t have the chance to tell you, sir. A friend had an available apartment, and the rent was cheap, so I moved there."

"Friend? Moving?" Elder Zhang’s expression turned slightly odd.

However, he didn’t press further, setting down the thermos cup in his hand and giving Meng Lang a thorough once-over before nodding approvingly.

"Hmm! But your energy looks good, seems I won’t have to worry about you in the future."

"No, no! That’s necessary. Uncle Zhang, you are my guiding light! Look, this is specially for you, to express my respect. I still need to rely on your guidance in the future!"

Meng Lang presented the tea leaves he was holding with a jovial and cheeky grin.

Ma Qiao caught a glimpse of the packaging and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Wow! Top-grade Biluochun, this box must be worth over a thousand."

"Eh..."

Meng Lang was stunned.

Aren’t you in intelligence gathering? How come you can also appraise things?

"Don’t look at me like that, in our line of work, we have to be discerning. I’ve seen this tea at a client’s!"

After speaking, Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang meaningfully.

Boy... you’ve struck it rich, eh!

A ’damn’ resounded in Meng Lang’s head.

He had underestimated everyone!

Elder Zhang glanced at the box of tea leaves, frowned, and accepted it with a comment.

"Come with me!"

...

"Slam!" Elder Zhang placed the tea leaves on the table and leaned back in the chair, staring at Meng Lang.

"So, what’s going on?"

"Oh! When I first came to Su City, you took such good care of me, I thought since you love tea..."

"I’m not asking about the tea. Talk about those dozen contracts you suddenly closed. What’s that all about?"

Oh! So his glorious deeds of "skyrocketing performance" from the past few days had caught the old man’s attention...

"To tell you the truth, I also find it quite sudden," Meng Lang said, somewhat helplessly.

"I just did a couple of friends a favor, and to thank me, they brought their families to conduct business with me.

I initially refused, but then I thought, bringing in some performance for our team three could also help you save more for your retirement..."

"Alright, alright!" Elder Zhang interrupted him.

"Stop yapping, I don’t need you to worry about my retirement!"

"Uncle Zhang, please don’t be modest with me. If your children are ungrateful, rest assured, I’ll definitely take care of your retirement!"

"You little rascal!"

After the laughing and scolding, Elder Zhang scrutinized Meng Lang from head to toe.

"A while back, I called Mr. Meng, and he told me you pulled in an investment and are planning to expand the pig farm.

At first, I didn’t believe it. Just a few days have passed, how could you, a poor kid, convince some big boss to give you such a large sum of money so easily? It’s too far-fetched.

But now... I’m somewhat convinced.

This box of tea worth over a thousand, and friends who casually close over a dozen deals... it seems your class status has jumped up more than just one level!"

"Hehe! Luck, all luck!" Meng Lang laughed it off.

"You didn’t get into any shady business, did you?" Elder Zhang’s face turned serious.

"I’m telling you, some paths might make money fast, but they could ruin your life. Don’t make a foolish mistake!"

It was only then that Meng Lang realized why Elder Zhang had specifically called him over today.

He worried that the source of Meng Lang’s money was illegitimate!

"How could that be, absolutely not!" Meng Lang said, half-laughing, half-crying.

It was quite normal, after all, the speed of his own class leap was indeed frightening.

"Uncle Zhang, was it my dad who hinted for you to ask me?" Meng Lang ventured to ask after a moment’s reflection.

"Ahem! Mr. Meng only expressed some mild concern, you were rather elusive," Elder Zhang gave him a sharp look.

Meng Lang immediately felt a headache coming on.

His family didn’t say it outright, but they obviously had some doubts, hence sending Elder Zhang to probe for information.

But his own rags-to-riches story... if told outright could probably make people think he was a ’reincarnated person’...

All-in on the stock market with precision, finding the most expensive fishing rod in history by chance, expertly trading Bitcoin...

Why does all the good fortune seem to come your way?

Did you consume probability theory?

Luck should also have a normal limit, right?

The key is... as long as I keep reading, it’s likely that my luck will continue...

If someone with a vested interest starts focusing on it, and analyzes my information like this...

Don’t think the whole world is foolish; big data now can strip you bare!

Not to mention, if you swipe on Douyin, and get over 20 likes and comments, it understands you better than your colleagues.

Over 50, it knows you better than your friends and relatives.

Over 100, it knows you better than your mother.

Over 200, it knows you better than your spouse.

Over 300, it understands you better than you understand yourself...

What web pages you’ve browsed, what keywords you’ve searched, the transactions in your accounts, your social circle on WeChat...