My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 350 - 231 Misaligned Space-Time

Chapter 350: Chapter 231 Misaligned Space-Time

"He has a grudge against you?"

"No?"

"Then do you have a grudge against me?"

"Not at all."

"Then why did you just praise him for making us money, and then turn around and intentionally set him up? What were you thinking?"

"Uh... would you believe me if I said it was for his own good?"

"You deliberately got him drunk and then reported him for drunk driving, and you call that being helpful?"

"I had just observed him, he was walking in a straight line, speaking clearly—it shows he can hold his liquor. One drink won’t pose a safety hazard on the road."

"Is that the point?"

"Sigh! There are things you don’t understand. Just because it’s not good now doesn’t mean it won’t be good in the future.

True generosity to the future lies in giving all your hardships to the present—that’s what we call ’bitter now, sweet later’!"

In the movies, Zhang Chi, driven by his dreams, ends up driving his car into the sea...

It’s just like the true depiction of Han Fei’s life!

Sometimes, although dreams are beautiful, when it comes to saving your own skin, you have to give them up...

"You’re just making stuff up! Haven’t you ever thought that he might get depressed and completely botch the film?" Yan Weiwei pouted.

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was at a loss for words.

Truthfully, busy with ’helping all the way,’ he really hadn’t considered the problem of ’sending Buddha to the West.’

Although Han Fei was a cash cow in the earlier episodes, that was before Meng Lang exerted all his energies.

If he was too forceful this time, he might just shatter this cash cow...

Seeing Yan Weiwei’s bizarre look, Meng Lang felt somewhat guilty and coughed dryly.

"Cough! Anyway, this guy has come all this way inspired, I don’t think he’s the type with a weak psychological endurance, right?

Plus, look at ancient literati like Li Bai and Du Fu. The worse their own circumstances, the more prolific they became, leaving behind masterpieces for the ages.

We are all scholars; there shouldn’t be much difference..."

God, we are all scholars!

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.

Are these even comparable?

Besides, nowadays, when scholars experience hardship, most just give up already, right!

"Cough! If we’re not going back, what are we doing on this beach?"

Meng Lang felt explaining this matter was too troublesome and quickly changed the subject.

Doing good deeds without leaving a name behind is just too hard...

Yan Weiwei glanced at him, "Is it a problem to come here to digest after eating too much?"

At that moment, the two of them were on the beach in front of a seafood restaurant.

Holding their shoes in hand, the fine white sand beneath their feet, and in the distance, the whooshing waves, the slightly fishy sea breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill.

A few couples were taking strolls by the seaside, playing, and not far away, there was a beach karaoke stage, a young man with a guitar sang with a rich voice drifting in the air......

"Tell me, the friend you mentioned, is it Gao Yuan?

Apart from her, there probably isn’t anyone who could easily come up with 2 billion, right?"

Yan Weiwei had clearly noticed Meng Lang had an ulterior motive tonight, but with others present, many questions she hadn’t asked on the spot.

But... a rich woman facing a richer woman...

Indeed, he still cared somewhat.

So this was what he wanted to ask about.

Meng Lang thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yeah! Because... due to work reasons, Gao Yuan and I have some cooperation.

You know my side hustle is in intelligence, right? I guess I’m her... special strategic advisor."

Yan Weiwei was undoubtedly the trustworthy type, and although Meng Lang couldn’t explain in detail, there was no need to beat around the bush.

Giving himself the title of strategic advisor also facilitated his actions in the future.

"Hmph! A huge deal of 200 million, and you didn’t even make a call before making decisions for others. It seems like your cooperation as a special advisor is quite deep, huh?"

Meng Lang touched his nose.

Your focus is a bit off. Shouldn’t you be curious about what exactly is the cooperation between her and me?

Seeing that Meng Lang didn’t respond, Yan Weiwei pouted.

"I’ll just return the 500,000 to you later. You’re always talking about deals worth millions. With your relationship with them, it looks like you don’t need me to worry about your performance.

Maybe the salary you get from them is even higher than my rent income..."

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

This tone... Why does it sound like she’s distancing herself?

It’s strange, she held back his 500,000, and he felt like she was treating him not just as a friend but almost like family.

Now that she wanted to return it, it somehow felt like she was setting boundaries.

It was like when a friend borrowed 2.50 for bus fare.

Then he insisted on paying him back in the dorm, not missing a single dime.

His first thought was, this guy definitely thinks I’m an outsider; can’t be close...

Yeah! The exchange rate among the wealthy seems like something I still need to get used to...

"Cough! How could that be? Actually, Chairman Gao had already agreed before I came. I was merely running errands for her, exploiting the information gap, and just earning some hard-earned money."

Yeah! What I said is the truth, just that the hard-earned money made from this information gap might be a bit more than usual...

"So you better keep this money for me. Otherwise, eating and drinking on your dime every day, I always feel like I’m taking advantage of you."

What do you mean, taking advantage of me!

Yan Weiwei glared at him, but her mood inexplicably improved.

"Fine then, I’ll take this 500,000 and invest it in the movie with you. If we lose, we lose together, hmph!"

After saying that, she couldn’t help but smile proudly.

Lifting her skirt, she let the seawater repeatedly wash over her pale ankles, enjoying the sensation as the sea breeze brushed her face.

Meng Lang watched her and realized that today’s Yan Weiwei seemed a bit different from usual and smiled back.

"You really like the sea, don’t you?"

"Yeah! I grew up in the mountains, and most of my time as a child was spent practicing martial arts, so I fell in love with the sea at first sight.

Because it makes me feel free."

Meng Lang was taken aback and watched Yan Weiwei’s face, intoxicated.

Perhaps... this was why she didn’t want to participate in that "mountaineering club"?

"Huh? You can actually see that cruise ship from here!" Yan Weiwei suddenly pointed towards the distance.

Hearing this, Meng Lang looked far off and indeed saw the Carnival Dream quietly docked at the harbor.

The police must still be wrapping up their work, he thought...

Looking at the brightly lit cruise ship, Meng Lang couldn’t help but feel sentimental.

After all, this cruise ship... had changed his life twice...

I had never boarded that cruise ship, but it was already deeply etched in my mind.

He gazed at the distant cruise ship, his thoughts drifting back to his "Apocalyptic Cruise Plan," his heart feeling somewhat heavy.

Certain information from the previous episode had undoubtedly cast a shadow over this "Apocalyptic Cruise Plan."

[The signal that is launched every month... it comes from deep in the Pacific!

Moreover, its location keeps changing every month.

That thing... it can move under the sea!]

Meng Lang’s gaze turned towards the unreachable deep blue...

If the other party’s communication hub was indeed hidden deep in the ocean, then his Apocalyptic Cruise Plan might just be a case of sending lambs into the tiger’s mouth.

This Earth... there’s no pure land anywhere...

It seems that sticking to the "Dual City Strategy" is still necessary—the "Apocalyptic Cruise" and the "Apocalyptic Fortress," one in the vast deep blue, the other in the expansive mountains.

Using two legs to walk, even if one leg ends up crippled, at least you can still hop along, right?

"What a pity, I actually wanted to watch the sunrise at sea once on the ship," Yan Weiwei said with slight regret.

Meng Lang thought about it.

Indeed, she had accompanied him down to the cruise ship three times, one ended in death, one time she didn’t make it onto the ship, and the third time...

There were explosions and gunfire, ruining the chance to watch the sunrise as well.

Looking at Yan Weiwei’s somewhat regretful expression, the figure that fell into his arms involuntarily overlapped with her in his mind...

[For you, I used half a year’s savings

Crossed oceans to see you

For this gathering

I even practiced the breathing when we meet

Memories always accumulate slowly

Unremovable from my heart...]

Not far away on the beach, a guitarist sang a tune "Crossing Oceans to See You," its melody drifting over...

"Hmm... If there’s a chance, I will definitely make it up to you with the most magnificent sunrise at sea in the world!"

No sooner had he spoken than Meng Lang himself was taken aback.

Yan Weiwei was also startled.

A flush of red appeared on her face.

But this enticing night hid the ambiguous atmosphere in the darkness...

"Cough! I mean, if it’s not possible this time, there could be a next time," Meng Lang said, attempting to remedy the situation awkwardly.

"Tsk! You speak as if it’s guaranteed I’ll invite you next time..." Yan Weiwei turned her head, masking the turmoil within her heart.

The two walked with their heads down in silence, unknowingly approaching the beachside song booth.

"Handsome guy! Beautiful lady! Want to sing a song? 10 yuan each!"

The young man with the guitar smiled and waved at them.

The guitar was somewhat worn, some parts even peeling off paint, making the young man appear rather down-and-out, but he still wore a sunny smile.

Yan Weiwei glanced at Meng Lang, then smiled and squinted her eyes before pointing in that direction.

"Since you’re so sincere, sing a song for me, consider it compensation."

"Uh..." Meng Lang hadn’t expected Yan Weiwei to suddenly make such a request.

"Handsome! Here!"

Seeing a potential customer, the guitar-playing youth didn’t care if Meng Lang was willing or not, he just cheerfully handed over the microphone to him.

"Uh..."

He looked down at the microphone in his hand, originally wanting to refuse, but the next moment, a song inexplicably came to his mind...

Emm...

Alright, alright, since it’s your "final wish"...

He sighed.

"Uh... may I borrow the guitar for a moment?"

"Sure thing!" the young man cheerfully took off the guitar.

Meng Lang strapped on the guitar and looked up at Yan Weiwei again.

The next moment, he began to sing gently with a somewhat complex expression.

[A movie that can’t fill even half a row of audience

Until the lights suddenly come on as it’s ending

Subtitles freeze on the producer and distributor...]

Meng Lang’s singing wasn’t professional, but the strangely emotional content somehow gave the song an unusual rendering power.

The somewhat down-and-out young man was directly stunned.

This song... I haven’t heard it before, have I?

[I watch them hurriedly departing

Like an overambitious repeater

Failing to complete the mission to top the list

Fate isn’t decided by playing rock-paper-scissors

So capriciously...]

Nearby couples, attracted by this unfamiliar singing, couldn’t help but stop to listen.

[I blew the evening breeze you once blew

Does that count as an embrace?

But feeling like I’ve just woke from a dream, with nothing in my hands

Heart empty too

I blew the evening breeze you once blew

Have you seen the same scenery?

Like being left in a Misaligned Space-Time by disrupted time zones...]

I blew the evening breeze you once blew, does that count as an embrace?

This lyric...

Standing on the beach, Yan Weiwei felt a mysterious sadness welling up, as if she had lost something.

Listening dazedly to this unfamiliar song, gazing at the man singing before her, her eyes somewhat blurred.

Until the song ended...

"Bro... bro! Can you tell me, what... what is the name of this song?"

The youth asked dazedly.

Meng Lang put down the guitar, the inexplicable emotions swirling in his heart slowly dissipating.

He sighed.

"... It’s called ’Misaligned Space-Time.’