My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 355 - 236: Interlude

Chapter 355: Chapter 236: Interlude

Wang Zhao Ping had just opened the door to the reception room.

"Ouch!"

A figure that was leaning against the door was caught off guard and nearly stumbled forward into the reception room.

"Xiao Qin! What are you doing?"

Wang Zhao Ping frowned at Qin Xiaoru, who had nearly taken a tumble.

"Ahem! Well, I was just checking to see if you needed a refill, hehe..."

Qin Xiaoru stood up, her face somewhat embarrassed.

"A refill?" Wang Zhao Ping looked at her empty hands and glared.

"Are you that idle? How about you take over tea serving duties for the department this month?"

"Captain Wang, I just remembered, I still have to write the report for that bar case involving the unlawful sale of banned items a few days ago. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to work now!"

Watching Qin Xiaoru hastily leave, Wang Zhao Ping couldn’t help but shake his head, his tone slightly helpless.

"Brother Meng would laugh at this, the girl is just too curious."

Curiosity? As long as it’s not malice...

Perhaps it was the "Han Li aftermath", but now Meng Lang regarded everyone as potential assassins.

Those who are unfriendly seemed likely, and those who are too friendly... even more so!

At this rate, was his paranoia going to be confirmed?

"The ’bar case involving the unlawful sale of banned items’ that Officer Qin mentioned just now, was that involving Hu Dazhi and his group?" Meng Lang asked as he walked out.

"Yeah! I’ve been tied up these past few days, so I temporarily handed over the case to Xiao Qin. She’s young, but her capability is quite reassuring," replied Wang Zhao Ping, pausing and glancing at Meng Lang.

"I wonder, Brother Meng, what are your thoughts on this case?"

I, just an ordinary citizen, what thoughts could I have about a case of public disturbance.

"Of course, it’s to strictly enforce the law, combat organized crime, promote social righteousness, and restore peace and order!"

Wang Zhao Ping nodded in understanding and smiled.

He was about to escort him out of the crime investigation bureau building when Meng Lang suddenly paused.

Following Meng Lang’s gaze, which showed a hint of surprise, he spotted a dejected young man who had just walked out of the nearby traffic police division’s office.

The public security agencies of Su City are centralized.

That includes the criminal investigation team, public security management team, traffic police team, etc., all located in the same administrative area to enhance administrative efficiency.

Thus, next to their criminal investigation division was the traffic police division.

"Brother Meng, your friend?" asked Wang Zhao Ping.

"Uh... kind of," Meng Lang replied, his expression a bit peculiar.

Didn’t expect to encounter him here...

Seeing the young man with a bowed head, holding a stack of documents and a receipt like he had faced a heavy blow, Wang Zhao Ping suddenly had an idea.

This obviously looked like he was in trouble, right?

Can’t I help Brother Meng by helping Brother Meng’s friend, indirectly taking care of a problem?

Just as he was fretting about owing too much favor to others, a perfect opportunity had presented itself!

"Brother Meng, it looks like your friend is having some trouble. I know quite a few people at the traffic police division. Do you need me to greet someone for you?

I probably can’t help with major violations, but a little administrative flexibility should be no big issue."

Facing Wang Zhao Ping’s enthusiasm, Meng Lang was taken aback.

Please don’t do this!

You being a detective captain, wouldn’t your greetings reach the traffic police captain?

Even though Wang Zhao Ping doesn’t seem like someone who would bend the law for personal gain, what if the traffic police misunderstood his intentions and overdid it, rendering my efforts last night pointless

He instantly wore an expression of righteous indignation.

"Captain Wang, what kind of person do you take me for?

Using connections, pulling strings?

The reason I detest privilege is because the privilege isn’t mine.

Please don’t make me become the kind of person I despise. Thank you!"

Having said that, he walked away without looking back, leaving Wang Zhao Ping standing there dumbfounded.

Ruthless towards enemies and just as impartial towards your own people?

It took him a while to wrap his head around it.

The reason I detest privilege is because the privilege isn’t mine?

Is that something you can say so boldly?

Without relying on connections or taking backdoors?

The attitude was certainly right...

"But... wasn’t it you who wanted to cut in line for the driving test last time?"

Could one’s moral self-discipline evolve so quickly?

...

"Ahem!"

Walking down the street feeling dejected, Han Fei suddenly heard a cough close by.

"Hmm?" Han Fei turned his head, his eyes slightly confused, and then slowly widened them.

"Uh! Mr. Meng? What are you doing here?"

"Hehe! What a coincidence, I came here to handle some business, Director Han as well?"

Remembering Yan Weiwei’s words, "What if he gets depressed and messes up the film," Meng Lang felt it was necessary to check on the other’s mental state.

After all, he had invested two billion...

At that, Han Fei felt awkward.

"Mr. Meng, to my shame, I... I am here to receive a penalty decision..."

"What? A penalty decision? What happened?" Meng Lang asked with a look of utter "surprise."

"Ah! After we parted last night, I really mustered up the courage to confess my feelings to her, but unexpectedly... I ran into a drunk driving checkpoint halfway through..."

Han Fei gave a bitter smile.

"It’s also my fault for being too hasty, I even forgot I had a drink, and then... ah!"

Fines, 7 days of Road Traffic Safety Law education, and even a re-examination for the first subject, these were not the biggest blows for him.

The real pain was having his driving license suspended for six months due to drunk driving!

His dream hadn’t even taken off yet, and it was already clipped at the wings...

I’ve only been on the road for less than three days!

Not to mention the courage he had finally mustered up in his chest, which was completely blown away by the alcohol breathalyzer test...

A confession? With a "Public Security Traffic Management Administrative Compulsory Measure Certificate" issued by the on-duty traffic police?

"What? This... how did this happen? It’s my fault, my fault, why did I have to toast!" Meng Lang said, full of regret.

"No, no, no! Mr. Meng, please don’t say that." Han Fei quickly waved his hands.

"You’ve helped me so much, I can hardly thank you enough. As for that drink... who could have expected this to happen?

Ah! If anyone is to blame, it’s me being too careless, and just my bad luck."

Han Fei sighed helplessly.

Perhaps, this is what they call success in business, but failure in love?

This was like even the matchmaker deity didn’t want to help him out...

As for the possibility of being betrayed... they were merely acquaintances without any enmity, and they even kindly helped him pull investment; how could it be possible!

Han Fei racked his brains but couldn’t imagine that there’s actually a kind of betrayal called "I’m doing this for your own good" ...

"Ah! What’s done is done, there’s no use talking about it, but Director Han, you have to look on the bright side of things.

In fact, such an experience might not be a bad thing for you!"

Seeing Han Fei looking so devastated, and for the sake of his own 200 million, Meng Lang decided to try his best to motivate him.

"Huh?" Han Fei was somewhat baffled.

My license has been revoked, and there’s a silver lining?

Saving on gas?

"Think about it, the protagonist in your script had his license revoked too, doesn’t your situation just match his! Directors are method actors or performance actors; how many can experience firsthand like you?

Isn’t this very helpful for you in understanding the script and the protagonist?"

Uh... now that you put it that way, it kind of makes sense.

But isn’t this cost a bit too much?

I didn’t mean for my own life to actually follow my script...

Speaking of the script, Han Fei suddenly remembered that the 200 million investment for his movie was actually pulled by him.

If he appears too dejected in front of him... wouldn’t it affect his investment confidence?

Having a suspended license is minor, losing the investment is major!

"Ah! Enlightenment, Mr. Meng’s words are truly enlightening!"

He forced a spirited look, showing an extremely delighted expression.

"Indeed, it’s just a six-month license suspension, nothing compared to this movie.

Mr. Meng, rest assured, I’ll take this opportunity to thoroughly understand the protagonist’s mindset, striving to take this movie to the next level!

When the time comes, I’ll even take a premiere ticket to go confess to my goddess!"

Uh...

Watching Han Fei, who seemed as if he had been injected with chicken blood, Meng Lang looked baffled.

The comforting reasons he made up on the fly were actually highly accepted?

Are you too deep into character, still refusing to exit, being plotted against yet still performing with laughter, are you showcasing your exaggerated acting, or have you fallen in love with acting?

Uh... that’s not the point; it’s good that you’re spirited, Director Han...

"By the way, Mr. Meng, I actually have a question about shooting a movie, and I’d like to ask for your opinion."

Han Fei, seeing Meng Lang pleased, decided to further display his "abandoning personal relationships to focus passionately on his career" good state.

"Hmm? What’s the problem?"

"It’s about the movie’s theme song. Mr. Qu asked me to recommend a few first.

If we were to custom create with a music production company, it would not only be time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the result can’t be guaranteed.

If we use an existing old song, it would be much simpler and cost-effective.

I’m leaning towards the latter, but I haven’t got any ideas yet.

I was thinking since you are a race car driver and also the prototype for the protagonist, what song would you choose for this movie?"

Choose a song? Meng Lang lowered his head and thought for a moment, and oddly enough, he thought of a certain brother.

"Hmm... What do you think about ’Ordinary Road’?"

Ordinary Road?

Han Fei hesitated, then quietly sang a few lines.

"I once crossed mountains and seas, also passed through crowds

All that I once had, vanished like smoke in a blink..."

"Brilliant! Brilliant!"

Han Fei quietly sang a few lines, his eyes gradually brightening, repeatedly extolling its brilliance.

"Isn’t this just the perfect match for the protagonist’s mood of falling from the pinnacle to the ordinary? How did I not think of that!

’Ordinary Road’ is really too suitable, to play as the theme song depicting the protagonist’s life; it’s just perfect!" Han Fei said excitedly.

A theme song depicting the protagonist’s life?

No, if I were truly the protagonist, then ’Ordinary Road’ is certainly not suitable as the theme song for my life...

He smiled.

"In fact, rather than a theme song, I hope it’s just an interlude..."