My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 67 - 65: Where is Mr. Yamamoto?_2

Chapter 67: Chapter 65: Where is Mr. Yamamoto?_2

Liver qi flowing smoothly can effectively promote health.

So what I’m doing isn’t about retaliation, purely for wellness.

Amitabha! Impulsiveness is the devil, impulsiveness is the devil ah~

Manager Wang, you better not force me to lose my temper!

"What’s with that uncle over there?"

"Don’t know, but he seems to be smiling in quite a sinister way."

...

As soon as he entered the company, Meng Lang ran into Ma Qiao.

"Eh? Haven’t seen you around for quite a few days, I thought you had run off."

Meng Lang completely ignored this ignorant slander, and while walking towards the elevator, he said leisurely.

"Run off? In another two years, you’ll realize, even if the world is so big, we have nowhere to run, it’s safest to stay at home."

"What are you even talking about? But... I must say, you’ve changed a lot in just two days," Ma Qiao said, looking Meng Lang up and down with some surprise.

"Oh?" Meng Lang looked down at himself.

"The clothes are still the same pair... So, does this mean I’ve become even more charming?"

"Ha! Sorry, charm indeed comes with clothes, but not those you’re wearing!" Ma Qiao patted his own bulging chest.

Meng Lang: "..."

Fine! You have a big chest, so you must be right!

"What I meant was your spirit. Something must have happened to you."

Meng Lang had to admire that this guy’s eye was still as sharp as ever.

"A few days without seeing each other and you’ve learned how to read faces? Then tell me, is my heavenly spirit shining with auspicious purple qi?"

"I didn’t see any purple qi, but I did see some confidence.

Don’t you know, people with confidence and without it walk differently?

I say, did something good happen to you? Did you... make money from an investment?"

"Hey! You actually got it right. How about that, regretting not lending me the money that day?"

"Cut it out, a several-fold return in one week, unless you went to Macau! And if there really was such a high return, the risk would have been too high for my taste!"

"What about zero risk? Would you go for it?"

"Zero risk?" Ma Qiao looked Meng Lang over again with a weird gaze, then for some reason, he stepped aside.

"As far as I know, there are indeed zero risk, high return deals, but they’re not quite suitable for me."

"Oh? What kind of deal?" Now it was Meng Lang’s turn to be curious.

Ma Qiao replied with just one word. "Sell!"

Meng Lang was speechless and turned to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"WC! Urgent business!"

"Going now? We’re about to have a meeting soon, do you want to be late?"

"Would being late get me scolded?"

"Of course!"

"Then it’s no problem."

Ma Qiao: "..."

He stretched out his hand, seemingly wanting to say something, but stopped.

In the back of Meng Lang, who was walking away, Ma Qiao seemed to see a brave soul who dared to face the bleakness of life...

...

Ten minutes later, at the meeting room door.

"The moon has its phases of waxing and waning, and people have their late arrivals and early departures. This has always been difficult to perfect, and I can completely understand.

However, to arrive late with such an excited demeanor, like you’ve drunk sugar in your pee, that’s a first for me.

This little brother, to maintain such a rosy complexion even when late, your mental fortitude is unquestionable, you must perform very steadily in your regular work, right?

Everyone, look, the advantage of people like him is that they are the pillars in normal times, utterly useless when it matters most. I think we can definitely set them as an example and hang them on our display wall, right..."

Meng Lang’s face was the epitome of awkwardness, but he could only honestly bow his head and admit his fault.

"I’m... I’m sorry!"

It wasn’t that he had chickened out at the last minute, but rather, he was dumbfounded as soon as he walked through the door...

Who was this little old man on stage? If I don’t know you, how can I retort?

Plus, the man could be of age to be his grandfather, and taking advantage of an elderly person, whether it sounds good or bad!

What’s with this last-minute substitute? And one who can scold without swearing, at that!

That’s not playing fair!

Where did my good leader, Wang Zhiping, who meticulously combs his slicked-back hair and insists on weekly meetings regardless of rain or shine, constantly repeating "Do you have a sense of time," never late nor leaving early, go?!

I had my Italian cannons all set up, where’s Mr. Yamamoto?

The little old man had the habitual verbosity of the elderly, and he rambled on for over a minute, finally feeling content.

"Alright, seeing that you seem to sincerely regret, we’ll let it slide this time. Don’t let it happen again."

Meng Lang walked into the meeting room, surrounded by sympathetic glances, and immediately spotted Elder Zhang.

Hmm... assuming a posture of pressing his forehead as if he didn’t want to acknowledge him.

Ma Qiao, trying to stifle her laughter, pointed to the seat beside her.

Meng Lang sat down, faced forward, and gritted his teeth as he whispered, "Where’s Wang Zhiping?!"

Ma Qiao, also looking straight ahead, barely moved her lips as she whispered back, sharing intelligence.

"You don’t know? He hasn’t been here for days. That’s the interim manager the company sent, last name Liang.

Actually, his personality isn’t too bad, he’s pretty easygoing. After all, he’s about to retire. But his mouth... I don’t need to tell you, you’ve experienced it firsthand."

I...

This feeling of punching cotton and then having it bounce back and hit you so hard that you end up with a bruised nose and swollen face...

"What’s the situation with that guy Wang Zhiping, just not coming to work?" Meng Lang was overflowing with resentment.

What happened to setting an example and being a role model?

Do managers at insurance companies even get annual leave?

Can they no longer voluntarily play 007?

Liver qi stagnation...

"Yeah! I was puzzled too, but I heard a rumor yesterday that there was trouble in his backyard."

Trouble in his backyard?

Meng Lang paused, aware of the reliability of Ma Qiao’s rumors; they might as well be official investigation reports.

"What happened? His wife had an affair?"

"Pfft!" Ma Qiao almost couldn’t hold it in.

"What kind of thought process do you have? If anyone were to have an affair, it’d definitely be him!"

Meng Lang paused, feeling a bit awkward.

Assuming others... assuming others would do as I do!

"Was Wang Zhiping caught red-handed?" Meng Lang was not one to shy away from drama.

"No, but I heard that someone sneakily placed an intimate photo at their doorstep, leading to an inferno in the backyard. His family is currently busy putting out the fire.

Worried it would spread to the company, Wang Zhiping hurriedly took a long sick leave.

But I guess even if he did come, he wouldn’t have the face to meet anyone."

Meng Lang immediately imagined the scene of Wang Zhiping coming to work with a face swollen like a pig’s head and being the subject of ridicule.

Emm...

The reason for his absence was indeed quite solid, and even I as the victim can’t say anything about it.

But he quickly noticed another detail.

"You call this intelligence that only the FBI could get ahold of a rumor?" Meng Lang looked at her strangely.

To know even the details that the exposed photo was an intimate one...

You wouldn’t happen to be a real member of some intelligence organization, would you?

"I have a client at the gym whose best friend’s best friend is a nanny for the Wang family."

"Uh... you’re impressive! So, tell me, who was the deity that released that photo? So ruthless, wanting to break up such a perfect couple."

"You really think I’m the FBI? As if I’d know something like that."

"I thought you knew everything I didn’t."

"Heh!"

"Ahem!" Just then, the little old man on stage cleared his throat softly, and the background noise of the room immediately dropped several decibels.

Even Meng Lang quickly sat up straight, not daring to squeak another word.

By this point, he just felt a bit down...

I haven’t even made my move yet, and the enemy has already fallen.

Being invincible sure can be lonely!

Was my resignation doomed not to make a sensational splash but to just fade away in obscurity?

"The company has a team-building activity this weekend, and those who met their performance targets for the month can bring their families.

They say the whole year’s planning hinges on spring, especially for you young people. You should go out more, not just stay home playing mahjong or video games, or you’ll have a bunch of health problems when you get old.

If you squander your health when young, you’ll pay the price in old age.

Go out, exercise, take in some scenery, cultivate your emotions. If you can, bring some clients along. You’ll be earning money while enjoying yourselves, why not go for it?"

Hmm... hearing what the little old man said, Meng Lang found himself nodding in agreement.

Actually, think about it. If Wang Zhiping was gone, this job would actually be quite comfortable, free, and quite nurturing for one’s health.

There’s no need for time clocks, just "visit clients" when there’s business, drink chicken soup with Uncle Zhang when there’s not, occasionally listen to Ma Qiao gossip, often go on group trips...

Think about it, without the pressures of life, might this actually be a job well-suited for retirement?

The most important thing is, when relatives ask what I do for a living during the holidays, could I really say that I’m an unemployed drifter?

If they ask how I support myself, how do I explain the source of my substantial wealth?

Say I went to Macau?

Wouldn’t I get my legs broken by my dad upon entering the house?

So should I say I met a rich lady who helped my performance soar, is that a bit more subtle?