My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 47 - 46 There is a golden house in the book

Chapter 47: Chapter 46 There is a golden house in the book

Galaxy Securities offered thorough service, the manager was enthusiastic, and even helped me achieve this month’s breakthrough in performance from zero.

Unable to resist such enthusiasm, Meng Lang finally set up an investment account and stated that he would definitely continue to cooperate if the opportunity arose, before walking out of the securities company under their genuinely smiling farewell.

Stepping out of the securities company, he returned to the bustling streets, basking in the early spring sunshine.

Even though nothing had changed about him, the different balance in his bank account made him feel as if the whole world had changed.

"Doing business is really simple for the rich..."

Meng Lang couldn’t help but sigh.

The more money you have, the easier it is to make money; the less money you have, the harder it is. The Matthew effect of society was immediately apparent in the case of this nouveau riche, Meng Lang.

The good and evil of money are often unfairly divided between the poor and the rich.

With money in hand, naturally, the next thought was how to spend it.

Without hesitation, Meng Lang walked towards a nearby fruit shop...

...

Suzhou University Affiliated First Hospital, inpatient department.

A middle-aged woman sat by the bedside, looking at her husband wearing an oxygen mask with a face full of worry.

"Click!" The door was pushed open, and Duan Xian walked in with a thermal container.

"Mom, let’s eat. After you finish, go back and rest for a while. I’ll stay with Dad in the afternoon."

"Ah! With your dad like this, how can I eat anything?"

"Mom, it’s okay, didn’t the doctor say? After another week of treating dad’s high blood pressure and completing the surgery, most patients can get out of bed after a month’s recovery," Duan Xian comforted.

"You should eat something and go rest. If you collapse from exhaustion by the time dad gets better, do you expect him to take care of you?"

"Ah!" Mrs. Duan sighed again, finally taking the food container passed by Duan Xian.

Just then, the door opened, and a nurse walked in.

"Family member of patient in bed 16, please go to the billing department to pay this week’s hospitalization fee."

"Alright, thank you, nurse."

"No... no problem. If you need anything, please press the call button anytime."

The young nurse’s cheeks were blushing as she left, and her eyes were still full of stars when she walked out...

Duan Xian picked up the payment list and slightly furrowed his brows at the total amount at the end of it.

Mrs. Duan also took a look at the list and couldn’t help but sigh again.

"We haven’t even had the surgery, and the emergency treatment has already cost quite a bit. I’ve heard the post-operative treatment is more expensive than the surgery itself. What are we going to do next..."

"Mom, I’ll figure out the money, so don’t worry about it."

"You’ve only been working for two years, where will you find such a large sum? Didn’t you say just a few days ago that you lent 50,000 to a college friend? We would be lucky to get that back.

Alas! If we have to, we’ll just sell the house. With our savings from these years, it should be enough.

Originally, we were planning to keep that money for your marriage..."

"Mom! What are you thinking about at a time like this? We can’t sell the house, where would you live then? I told you, I’ll take care of the money!" said Duan Xian helplessly.

He couldn’t help but recall the phone call from Meng Lang earlier, but the next second, he shook his head with a bitter smile.

What was he thinking?

That guy, it was already good enough if he can take care of himself.

If it really came down to it...

Touching the credit card in his pocket, "Mom, I’m going out to pay the hospitalization fee."

The cost of his father’s treatment was like a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe, and he walked with heavy steps.

But after only a couple of steps, "Thump, thump!" there was a knock at the door.

Looking up, Duan Xian saw a familiar face peering through the door.

"Ah Xian! I’ve finally found you. This hospital is too big, it took me a while to find you!"

"Why are you here?" Duan Xian was astonished.

Meng Lang placed the fruit basket he was carrying on the table, then turned to Mrs. Duan with a smile.

"Hello, aunty, I’m Ah Xian’s college roommate, Meng Lang. I heard Uncle is ill; I should have visited sooner, but I’ve been really busy these past few days."

"It’s fine, it’s fine, sit down. It’s thoughtful of you to come. You’ve just started working, and you have many places to spend money. It’s good enough that you came, there’s no need for such expense."

"It’s the least I could do, aunty. How is Uncle doing?" Meng Lang asked, looking towards the bed where Mr. Duan lay.

"The doctor says his condition is fairly stable, and they might arrange the surgery as early as next week."

Duan Xian walked over to Meng Lang, taking a good look at him.

It was the same guy, alright, but somehow he seemed to have changed in an indescribably way...

Yes! It was his demeanor!

Seeing such a spirited Meng Lang seemed like a rarity these days.

"Don’t worry, Aunty. I asked a friend who’s a doctor, and with the current level of medical care, Uncle’s condition is not a big issue. The surgery will definitely be a success, you don’t have to worry at all."

Duan Xian wore a puzzled look. "Since when did you have a friend who’s a doctor?"

Hearing Meng Lang’s certainty, Mrs. Duan actually seemed much more at ease. "I do hope that is the case."

"Oh right, Ah Xian, here, this is for you."

"This is..." Duan Xian looked at Meng Lang with confusion as he suddenly handed over a bank card.

"You forgot? You took out some money and joined me in an investment a while back. We made a tidy profit, and this is your share. The PIN is my birthday," Meng Lang winked at him.

Duan Xian accepted the card in a somewhat dazed manner.

Investment? I only lent out the money for a few days. What kind of investment pays back that quickly?

That’s it! This guy must have known I urgently needed money, so he came up with an excuse to raise some for me.

He felt touched in his heart.

"How much is in there?"

"Not much, 1.5 million."

Seeing the card in his hands tremble, Duan Xian’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Meng Lang.

Mrs. Duan also watched in astonishment.

"You..."

Duan Xian was shocked and somewhat skeptical.

He both hoped Meng Lang wasn’t joking and struggled to believe it was true.

Did he not know what financial level Meng Lang was at?

That Meng Lang could suddenly produce 1.5 million was for anyone a bit far-fetched.

But... even with Meng Lang’s frivolous character, he wouldn’t make such a joke in front of Mrs. Duan...

"Come out with me for a sec!" Not minding Mrs. Duan’s befuddled look, Duan Xian directly grabbed Meng Lang’s hand and dragged him out of the ward.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing, stop pulling, we’re in a hospital! It’ll break the hearts of those young nurses if they see this," Meng Lang protested.

"Rest assured, they’d be even more thrilled if they saw."

Meng Lang: "..."

Once they reached an empty corridor, Duan Xian finally let go of Meng Lang. "Talk to me, where did this money come from?"

"I told you, we made it from investing!"

"What kind of investment can multiply thirty-fold within a week? Did you rob a bank or something?"

"Robbing a bank? The risk is too high, far too low-end. Only now have I truly realized that my teacher was right all along.

As long as you read more, you never have to worry about making money. ’The book itself is a golden house!’"

Duan Xian was speechless.

Who was it that adamantly refused to consider grad school back in college, saying that true knowledge comes from social practice?

"A golden house in the book? You didn’t resort to the money-making methods written in Criminal Law, did you?"

Now it was Meng Lang’s turn to be speechless.

Both from the literature department, they sure knew how to play word games well.

"Don’t talk nonsense. The money is completely genuine, lawful and legit. Ever heard of options? Know what a betting agreement is?

You don’t? That’s why I say, if you want to make money, you have to read more!

Enough, enough, do you still doubt my character? Do I need to tell you I robbed the bank’s vault before you believe me?

Just use it with ease! Get the best medication for Uncle, you can’t skimp on that."

Seeing Meng Lang’s frank demeanor, which really didn’t seem like ill-gotten gains, Duan Xian finally felt somewhat relieved.

"Alright then, this money... I’ll take it as a loan from you, and I’ll pay it back as soon as I can."

"Come on! When you lent me that 50,000, did you ever ask when I would pay you back? I told you it’s your investment return. Hold onto it with peace of mind. If you say it’s a loan, then Uncle and Aunt will worry about how to pay it back for you every day.

Wouldn’t it be the greatest filial impiety if, after the illness is cured, they were burdened by yet another worry?"

Duan Xian looked earnestly at Meng Lang, sure now that Meng Lang truly didn’t care whether he could repay him, and his heart was filled with immense gratitude.

It’s only after leaving the ivory tower that one realizes how precious friendship that asks for nothing in return really is.

At the same time, Duan Xian made a heartfelt resolution.

"Bro, I won’t get all mushy, but I will remember your kindness for a lifetime! In the future, even if you ask me to do something against my principles, I won’t hesitate!"

"Enough, enough, isn’t that the mushy talk you wanted to avoid? Let’s go, don’t make Aunt worry."

Meng Lang pushed Duan Xian back toward the ward. Just as they were about to enter, Duan Xian suddenly stopped.

"What’s the matter now?" Meng Lang looked at Duan Xian with confusion.

"That...," Duan Xian said, a bit embarrassed.

"When is your birthday again?"

Meng Lang looked at him, totally baffled.

I guessed the beginning, but I couldn’t predict this ending...