My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 384 - 257: The Town Strategist

Chapter 384: Chapter 257: The Town Strategist

"Really... really?"

Wang Zhao Ping looked at Meng Lang with a face full of disbelief.

That was 5 million, just given away like that?

He couldn’t help but recall that night in his "chariot of justice" when the guy had seemingly nonchalantly handed over 5 million to Gao Yuan right in front of him?

As if it wasn’t 5 million but rather just 500.

Looking at the kraft paper bag on the table containing 50,000 yuan, Wang Zhao Ping felt a bit embarrassed.

Compared with Brother Meng, he indeed seemed a bit petty...

"Of course, didn’t you say it yourself, this technology can reduce crime rates.

If the crime rate drops, our lives as law-abiding citizens are more secure, right? It’s a win-win!"

One is private property, the other is public welfare, can they be the same?

I’ve heard of serving oneself at the expense of the public good, but sacrificing personal gain for the public...

Isn’t that too high a level of enlightenment?

"This... Brother Meng, didn’t you say the decryption device belongs to your friend? Don’t you need to ask for his opinion?"

Ask for what? Would Zero have an opinion? Would the brothers have an opinion?

"No need, our team has a high consensus internally. I’ll send you the complete code later."

High consensus internally?

Such thorough communication?

It’s not ’imaginary friends’ right?

Looking at Meng Lang, who sat at a street stall eating tofu pudding without a single brand-name item on him, looking just like an average person, Wang Zhao Ping couldn’t help but sigh.

"Ah! Brother Meng, I’ve seen quite a bit in my life, but I’ve never met someone like you who is so eager to do good, so capable yet views wealth as if it were trash, so disciplined, and not at all covetous of pleasure.

You’re truly admirable!"

The few pieces of information that Meng Lang had shared with him, if he were opportunistic, any one of them could have been sold for a high price, let alone the Apple system vulnerability worth absolutely more than tens of millions today.

But what’s his style?

He’s never even brought up money in front of him!

Let alone money, last time he felt indebted and wanted to help out by using his connections for his friend, he was flatly rejected.

Not only does he have "justice" written all over him, but he also has "integrity" engraved on his chest...

"Captain Wang..."

"Don’t call me Captain, just call me Elder Wang."

Meng Lang was amused; the reputation he was gaining was having immediate effects.

Just changing the title was like going from a ’public relationship’ to a ’private relationship’, increasing the personal affinity qualitatively!

"Alright, Elder Wang, I’m not as saintly as you say, who doesn’t covet pleasure? Anyone who says they don’t is just posing!"

Meng Lang pointed to the dark circles under Wang Zhao Ping’s eyes from staying up all night and laughed.

"However, it’s like when you pull an all-nighter, feeling worn out, but then you crack a case, doesn’t it also feel exhilarating and fulfilling?

When we look from the second floor down, all we see is trash, but from atop a skyscraper, everything is a beautiful view.

If people lack perspective, they’ll only see trivial annoyances and no grand vision; all they’ll see is pettiness and debasement.

So, self-discipline should be like yours, Elder Wang, enduring a moment of pain in pursuit of a higher level of pleasure."

After giving some praise to the public servant, Meng Lang continued to speak with emotion.

"Who doesn’t want to sleep until they wake naturally or count money until their hands cramp?

But to me, staying up all night, eating junk food, indulging in momentary pleasure, isn’t that akin to slow suicide?

Yet running three kilometers and then having a bowl of tofu pudding afterwards can bring an unprecedented sense of refreshment and fulfillment.

The thrill from dopamine is easy to come by, but fleeting, while the pleasure from endorphins is precious and enduring.

For those who chase dopamine, the ease is temporary, but the regret and emptiness linger.

Those who seek endorphins may suffer in the process, but the outcomes are often beautiful.

When you find your health improving, your life becoming richer and more interesting, and your future looking brighter, the temptation of these low-level pleasures naturally diminishes significantly.

Desires are endless and lead only to an uncertain future..."

"Brother Meng truly has profound insights!" Wang Zhao Ping looked on with admiration.

Indeed, geniuses are everywhere, but perhaps it is only such disciplined and hardworking geniuses that can keep creating miracles, right?

While admiring him, Wang Zhao Ping looked at Meng Lang with a bit of a quirky expression.

"But Brother Meng, how come someone as young as you has such profound insights into life?"

Hehe! Obviously, it’s the result of summarizing from one stomach cancer scare after another...

"Read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, right?"

Meng Lang chuckled and then, as if thinking of something, suddenly asked.

"By the way, I heard you say that this time, assisting in the capture of those artifact thieves, is also that Major General Chu Tian?"

"Yes! One stone kills two birds, right? Major General Chu and his team, their combat and execution abilities truly can’t be compared with ordinary special forces."

"You said last time... Major General Chu has a son, was he one of the victims rescued from that child trafficking case before?"

"That’s right, Major General Chu even came to the police station to express his gratitude and brought him along, he looked like a quite shy little boy, his name seems to be... that’s right! Called Xiao Nan!"

Chu Nan! It really is him!

This is truly a wonderful coincidence...

But this name... was it seriously chosen?

Others have fatherly love as solid as a mountain, but this seems like a mountain landslide, doesn’t it?

"What’s up? Brother Meng, why have you suddenly become curious about Major General Chu’s son?" Wang Zhao Ping asked, puzzled.

Can I tell you, I could tell at first sight that this kid is anything but ordinary?

The so-called ’chaotic times produce heroes’, capable of becoming the leader of the remaining survivors after the apocalypse, Chu Nan’s abilities are unquestionable.

Another rising power broker after the apocalypse, huh...

Student Xiao Nan, there’s a spot for you in the future talent reserve of Meng’s!

"Hmm... Elder Wang, if I’m thinking of adopting a son, would Major General Chu oppose it?" Meng Lang pondered seriously, stroking his chin.

"Err..."

Wang Zhao Ping felt dizzy, completely unable to keep up with Meng Lang’s unique train of thought.

A perfectly normal conversation, how did it turn to adopting a son?

Yet Meng Lang contended that his train of thought was absolutely logical.

Time is a fascinating thing, sow beans and you get beans, sow melons and you get melons, raise an adopted son, and in the future, you’ll reap a big shot!

In ancient times, Lv Buwei ’held valuable goods’ and created an emperor, Uncle, thus writing Lv’s Spring and Autumn Annals.

Now I, Meng Lang, have ’the eye for talent’, and future big shots will all have to call me godfather 666!

My Meng’s Spring and Autumn Annals will be no less impressive!

Once this train of thought took off, Meng Lang began to let his imagination run wild.

Becoming the godfather to a scholar-tyrant is for science, and to a warlord, it’s about organizing armed resistance!

To resist aliens, after all, you can’t do without guns.

If I can round up all the future young leaders, then when all the talents of the world emerge from my doors...

Maybe I could become the ’small-town strategist’ who has the power to sway the outcome of a battlefield on my own!

"Err... Brother Meng, if you’re serious about this, I can certainly make the introduction when the time comes, but... I heard Major General Chu will be going abroad for a mission soon, you might have to wait until he comes back."

Wait for him to come back?

I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait that long...

[Yes, of course I know, it’s just in May of the year I wanted to seek refuge, he died in combat in Damascus, which made me seriously reflect on life’s unpredictability.]

Counting the time, Major General Chu’s life is likely already on countdown...

Whether out of respect for the military’s role in defending the homeland or with the intention of nurturing a future power broker, Meng Lang wanted to help Chu Tian.

But with such a short time, he couldn’t think of a way to intervene.

Directly tell him he has a great omen of misfortune? I’d probably be considered a remnant of feudal superstition, right?

Moreover, I don’t even know the specific cause of Chu Tian’s death, so it’s impossible to give an early warning!

That’s Damascus, out of reach...

Unless I keep him directly in the country and avoid his star of death, but that’s even more unrealistic.

You, an ordinary citizen, thinking of influencing the military deployment of a major general?

The difficulty of that is indeed a bit like Hell...

"Sigh!" Meng Lang rubbed his temples.

To embrace a big shot, I have to first figure out how to reattach the leg...

That’s quite absurd...