Chapter 4

**Bang! Clang, clang, clang!** ...

The commotion in the meeting room continued for quite a while, and the people outside automatically imagined a fierce "battle" going on inside.

After about ten minutes, the two finally came out of the meeting room. Old Zhang still looked furious, while Meng Lang seemed like a wilted eggplant.

"Still standing there? Get out and find clients! If you don't meet your targets this month, you can pack your bags and get lost!" Zhang glared fiercely at Meng Lang.

"Okay." Meng Lang walked out of the office with his head down and eyes lowered.

Wang Zhiping, watching this through the glass window, sneered...

...

**Sigh~** Meng Lang, feeling quite depressed, looked up at the suddenly overcast sky as he walked out of the company.

No performance, offending the boss, and even involving Uncle Zhang.

How hard is it to make a living in a big city...

"Hey! Not bad acting, huh!" At that moment, a weight on his shoulder, Ma Qiao had followed him out without him noticing.

Meng Lang glanced at him, "You would know."

"Who doesn't know what kind of person Old Zhang is? To do well in sales, you need to have a keen eye for people." Ma Qiao smiled.

Hearing this, Meng Lang thought of Uncle Zhang's recent evaluation of him and felt even more dejected.

"Do you also think I'm not cut out for sales?"

Ma Qiao, hearing this, widened his eyes and gave a look as if Meng Lang was joking. "Is it a matter of being suitable or not?"

"Uh..."

He felt even more discouraged.

"Buzz! Buzz buzz!" At that moment, an Audi A4 suddenly pulled up next to them.

The engine's roar from the throttle seemed to be deliberately showing off.

"Hey! Brother Ma Qiao, where are you headed? Need a ride?"

Meng Lang looked at the driver, who was a young man with a rebellious look and an ear piercing.

Hmm, he looked familiar, probably a colleague from the company.

"Cheng Cheng? Not bad! Upgraded your ride?" Ma Qiao, recognizing the person, laughed and patted the somewhat flashy red car body.

"Hehe! Just made a bit of money from investments, how about it, not bad, right?"

"What do you mean not bad, this is called dressing up a horse with gold and a man with fine clothes. You've made it to the upper class, this car must cost a few hundred thousand."

"400,000, a nice round number!" Cheng Cheng said proudly.

"Wow! Made a fortune?"

"Hehe! Made a bit of money from the stock market."

"What stock is so hot?"

"Don't say I'm not bringing you along. Huaxia Energy, it's been skyrocketing recently. How about it, want to join in?"

"I'll pass. Your team's performance is great, you all make tens of thousands in commissions every month. I'm a broke guy, how can I afford to invest in stocks?"

"Alright, don't say I'm not a good friend. How about it, want to take a ride?"

"Thanks, but I need to go to the gym, maybe next time."

"Alright, I'll find you at the gym next time. See you, I've got a new girl waiting for me, hehe!"

As he drove away, he glanced at Meng Lang beside Ma Qiao, a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Buzz! Buzz buzz!" The red Audi roared away, drawing the attention of passersby.

Ma Qiao turned around and found Meng Lang standing there, looking dazed.

"Hey! What's wrong?"

"Ah? Oh! Nothing." Meng Lang snapped back, his expression somewhat strange. "Was that guy from Team One?"

"Yep, Cheng Cheng. His relatives are all civil servants, he has a wide network. He joined the company around the same time as me, and he's doing pretty well. He often goes to the gym I go to to pick up girls.

But as you saw, he's quite showy and likes to brag." Ma Qiao, the know-it-all, seemed to know everything about everyone in the company.

What was particularly amazing was that no matter the background, he seemed to get along well with everyone, treating everyone like brothers.

"Cheng Cheng..." Meng Lang looked thoughtful...

First, he met Tony, who tried to sell him something, then he had a bad day at the company, and now he encountered Cheng Cheng showing off his luxury car...

And coincidentally, they both mentioned "Huaxia Energy"...

Meng Lang entered a state of "hindsight reasoning."

Assuming he hadn't read that "autobiography"... would his life really follow the path described in the book...

Think about it, just when he was feeling down and lost, a proven opportunity for wealth was suddenly placed before him. Wouldn't he be tempted?

Why should others be able to drive luxury cars and date beautiful women, while he can't even afford rent?

I knew it! I'm not an impulsive person, how could I be so impulsive as to borrow money to invest in stocks!

But after this three-pronged attack, he couldn't help but feel impulsive!

Meng Lang felt as if he had a sudden epiphany, instantly understanding the cause and effect of the entire situation.

Is this "my future?"

Ma Qiao, seeing Meng Lang's dazed expression, thought he was affected by Cheng Cheng and frowned slightly.

"Hey, you're not thinking of anything crazy, are you?"

"Huh? What could I be thinking?" Meng Lang looked at him in confusion.

"Nothing would be best. I thought you might want to invest in stocks too. Let me give you a piece of advice: the stock market is risky, enter with caution!"

"How could I? Stocks? In my life..."

Just as he said this, Meng Lang suddenly froze.

Wait! I was just thinking about how to avoid repeating the same mistakes, but I didn't realize that the "pitfalls" in the "autobiography" could also be opportunities for me now.

The importance of reverse thinking!

Who could predict a stock market crash in the near future?

Only me!

Isn't this unique insider information? This is an information gap!

But the problem was, with his current financial situation, where could he get the money to invest in stocks?

Meng Lang fell silent for a long time, then hesitantly looked up.

"Um... can you lend me some money?"

Ma Qiao: "..."

...

Naturally, he didn't get the money.

Not only did he not get the money, but Ma Qiao turned and walked away with a black face, and their friendship was instantly ruined.

Meng Lang could only sigh that borrowing money was indeed a test of friendship.

He hurriedly scanned a shared bike and rushed back to his rental apartment.

He went upstairs, closed the door, locked it, and even blocked it with a pile of junk.

He pulled the curtains and used his phone's night vision to check for hidden cameras in each room.

After confirming that the security level was at its highest, Meng Lang finally felt a bit more at ease and walked into the bedroom, turning on the desk lamp.

He fished out the "tragic life" book from the trash can, which had made him grit his teeth yesterday, and carefully placed it on the table, wiping off some of the stains.

Meng Lang was incredibly grateful that he hadn't impulsively burned it yesterday.

He took a deep breath and, like a pilgrim, gently turned the pages again, handling them with the reverence of a devout believer reading the "Bible."

The next moment...

"Huh?" Meng Lang exclaimed in surprise.

The handwriting... why does it seem to have faded?

Meng Lang adjusted the desk lamp's light and angle, examining it carefully for a while, confirming that it wasn't his imagination.

If the handwriting last night was normal black, now it was at about 50% transparency.

How could it fade like this? Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

As he was lost in thought, the handwriting on the page seemed to fade even more.

Meng Lang rubbed his eyes, confirming that he wasn't seeing things.

He stared at the increasingly faint handwriting, a thoughtful look on his face.

The handwriting is disappearing... does this mean his future has changed?

So, this autobiography isn't a one-time use item?!

**[Autobiography: "..." ]**

Meng Lang was delighted.

String theory? Parallel universes? Butterfly effect? Time paradox?

Meng Lang racked his brain to find a scientific explanation for the existence of the autobiography.

But obviously, his limited physics knowledge, as a graduate of a second-tier university, was insufficient to achieve such a feat.

He began to think about more practical issues.

If his actions could change the future, and the book would present a new future based on his actions, and he would change his behavior again based on the new content, leading to a new future...

If this cycle continued, wouldn't it mean he had countless opportunities to "change the future?"

The future, are you confused yet?

I sure am.

**Bang, bang!**

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks on the door pulled Meng Lang out of his thoughts.

Meng Lang quickly closed the book, feeling like he had been caught in the act.

Where to hide it? Under the pillow? In the wardrobe?

But he didn't feel safe hiding it anywhere, so he stuffed it into his jacket pocket and zipped it up.

...

**Bang, bang!**

Outside the door, a woman with a ponytail, wearing sportswear and flip-flops, knocked impatiently.

Though her appearance was somewhat unkempt, her delicate features, curvaceous figure, and long, eye-catching legs made her a stunning beauty.

The dozens of keys on her keychain jingled as she walked, drawing a lot of attention...

**Click~** Finally, the door opened a crack, revealing a pair of wary eyes.

"Why so long?" the woman asked, somewhat annoyed.

"It's you, Miss Landlady. Sorry, I was just taking a shower." Meng Lang said, somewhat guiltily.

This was the landlord of the rental apartment, and they rarely met, usually only on rent collection days.

During the signing of the lease, Meng Lang learned that the beautiful landlord was named Yan Weiwei.

Taking a shower in broad daylight?

Yan Weiwei looked through the door crack, seeing that the room was dark and the curtains were drawn.

Taking a shower with the lights off and curtains drawn?

Are you kidding me?

Yan Weiwei decided to push the door open to check, but found it blocked and couldn't move it!

Yan Weiwei was taken aback, then suddenly furious.

"Hey! I've been collecting rent for years, and this is the first time I've encountered violent resistance. Open the door!"

"Wait, wait, wait, don't misunderstand! I'm not resisting, I just feel insecure when I shower, so I block the door.

Besides, I'm not dressed, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to come in now!"

Meng Lang, seeing how aggressive she was, quickly explained as she rolled up her sleeves and prepared to kick the door.

"Bullshit! Feeling insecure while showering, do you think you're Wu彦祖 (Wu彦祖, a famous handsome actor)?"

"My mom said that when you're away from home, you have to know how to protect yourself..."

The two stared at each other, the atmosphere becoming awkward.

Yan Weiwei scanned Meng Lang, who was hiding behind the door, first thoughtfully, then with a look of disdain.

"Young man, you need to learn to control yourself!"

Control what? Meng Lang looked at her speechlessly, there must be some misunderstanding here.

"Alright, I'm not interested in your private hobbies, but when do you plan to pay last month's rent?"

"Uh... this..." Meng Lang smiled awkwardly.

"Can you give me a few more days? I'll pay both this month's and last month's when I get my salary."

"Fine, small business, 10% interest." Yan Weiwei said sternly, acting all business-like.

In her eyes, Meng Lang was already on the "blacklist" of bad characters.

"..." Meng Lang gritted his teeth.

Damn, even more ruthless than the bank!

Yan Weiwei, tired of dealing with Meng Lang, turned and knocked on the next door.

Meng Lang quickly closed the door, the wooden door providing poor soundproofing, and he could hear Yan Weiwei and a little girl's soft voice from outside.

"Hello, Miss Landlady."

"Oh, Xiao Yu, you're so polite, you're getting cuter and cuter. When you grow up, you'll definitely be a beauty. Come, let me give you a kiss, mua~"

"Thank you, Miss Landlady, but my sister isn't home right now."

"Not home again? I'm not saying, work is important, but you can't leave her alone all the time. Really."

"It's okay, I can do my homework and watch TV by myself, I don't need my sister to stay with me."

"Oh, my little heart, you're so understanding, it makes me feel so sorry for you. Tell your sister, I'll give her a 20% discount on the rent, so she can spend more time with you."

"Thank you, Miss Landlady!"

"Sure! I'm off, lock the door, don't open it for anyone, especially the creepy uncle next door."

"Got it, Miss Landlady, I won't open the door for anyone except you and Miss Landlady."

"Good! So well-behaved!"

Then came the sound of the door closing and the "clacking" of flip-flops walking away.

Meng Lang clenched his teeth in frustration.

What a double standard!