Chapter 481 Show the Upper Limit

Just that afternoon...

"What? Solved?"

"Ah~ I have signed the termination contract, and not a cent of liquidated damages has been paid."

"ha?"

"Then the guy publicly apologized to me in front of everyone..."

"this……"

Duan Xian and Duan Xiaoyi stared at the termination contract on the table in a daze.

"Brother! Who did you find to come forward to scare Na Hundan like this?" Duan Xiaoyi said with a strange expression.

The rich second-generation boss was so arrogant before, but he is now in such a mess.

The look of someone who was clearly feeling aggrieved, but could only blush and bow obediently to apologize, fully demonstrated what it meant to be "arrogant at first and respectful later".

Duan Xiaoyi was greatly relieved, but also puzzled.

She is a nerd who only knows how to play games. She may be able to kill everyone in the game, but of course she cannot have such a deterrent effect in reality.

The only possibility is that Duan Xian, who has gradually gained a little fame, claims that he will definitely help her calm down the situation...

"Well……"

Duan Xian was also confused.

He has appeared on many shows during this period, and has made many connections in the industry through his skills in sales.

There were many people asking for help, but even a well-known female host with the highest status regretted that there was nothing she could do about it.

As for the only possibility left...

Could it be...

No way? Obviously I just asked him to try it last night...

"Brother! Who is it? Are you telling me?"

Seeing that Duan Xian looked a little strange, Duan Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.

"This... I'm not sure either."

How long has it been since... If Meng Lang really asked that "friend" for help, how powerful would this "friend" be?

["So, which stage are you planning to go to next?"

"Well... what do you think of Capital City Hotel?"]

Duan Xian's mind was buzzing when he recalled the "joke" Meng Lang made when they parted.

The stage...is it that big?

"What do you mean by uncertainty? They have been so helpful, and I plan to thank them in person."

"Uh... I'll talk about thanking you in person later. I have to sort out some things.

In short, as long as the matter is resolved now, you must not be so impulsive again in the future. "

"It's not my fault..." Duan Xiaoyi crossed his arms and looked unconvinced.

Duan Xian shook his head helplessly, and then seemed to remember something.

"By the way, after this happened, it will be difficult for you to find a suitable club to join in a short time. Do you have any plans for the next step?"

"Plan? What's the plan? At worst, I can become a game anchor. I won't starve to death anyway.

Besides, it’s you too!

You are a big star now. From now on, the burden of supporting your parents and taking care of my useless sister will be left to you! "

Duan Xiaoyi chuckled and patted his elder brother on the shoulder.

Duan Xian slapped her hand away with a speechless expression, "You are only in your early twenties, so it's not that early to lie down.

If you don’t have any plans, it just so happens that there is a job here that is quite suitable for you..."

When Duan Xian finished explaining the work Meng Lang introduced, Duan Xiaoyi suddenly looked surprised.

"Bai Yeji? This local company has become very popular recently. That 'Bajie' is so hard to find. Even a nerd like me has heard of its name.

Brother, when did you become so powerful? Not only can you deal with the second generation of rich people, but even a big factory like this can just block people if they say it?

Could it be that you were unwritten because of your sister? "

"Get out!" Duan Xian said with a black line on his head.

"This is not your brother and I have great powers..."

"Who is that?"

"Here! Add this game account." Duan Xian didn't answer, just gave her an account.

"what?"

"Anyway, you don't go to work that soon. If you have time, help me bring my friends. That guy is handicapped. If you can... try to bring gold."

"Let me ask you about business. Do you want me to be a substitute trainer? Or a gold level substitute trainer with such a low difficulty level..."

"Whether it's easy or not, you can tell me after you take it... Also, be polite to others."

"How much did it cost to sell your sister...wait! Could it be that this financial owner is your friend with great powers?" Duan Xiaoyi asked suspiciously.

"Haha..." Duan Xian smiled but said nothing.

I was also filled with emotions in my heart.

Who would have thought that the guy who used to be a bronze player in every game in the dormitory would now have the connections and resources he can mobilize to be a king?

But not long ago, he was so depressed that because of 50,000 yuan, he had to put a price on their friendship...

Duan Xian smiled and shook his head.

I can only lament that this life encounter is really wonderful.

I don’t know when it started, but the back of my very familiar best friend suddenly became a bit ethereal and distant...

…

“When the wind takes advantage of it, I can fly high into the sky.

A few people are on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky..."

The next day, in the study room of a certain compound, Meng Lang looked at the writing on the desk and couldn't help but touch his chin.

This is part of a poem from Hou Meng's "Linjiang Immortal: Who Will Believe Before Meeting Xingzang" by Hou Meng of the Song Dynasty.

On the surface, it depicts a kite flying in the blue sky, and people on the ground are watching.

In fact, it is an expression of one's extraordinary ambition to rise to the top and look down on the world.

Sure enough, not long after the poem was written, Hou Meng became an official in the court, and he rose through the ranks, serving as the censor, minister, and minister of the Zhongshu, and the same position as the prime minister.

It has truly achieved "a few people are on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky"!

That Hu Shi was copying this poem in his study. He seemed to be ambitious...

Oh no, he is an ambitious person...

"Why, Mr. Meng also studies calligraphy and poetry?"

A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from behind.

Meng Lang turned around and saw Hu Yifei followed a middle-aged man into the study one after another.

"Sorry, I just came back from a field trip, so you didn't keep Mr. Meng waiting longer, right?"

Hu Yonghua smiled and stretched out his hand, just about to shake Meng Lang's hand. However, when he saw the face of the young man who turned around clearly, he couldn't help but let out a soft "eh".

Meng Lang also stared at Hu Yonghua in astonishment, and a strange look gradually appeared on his face.

Hu Yonghua tried hard to remember for a moment, and the next moment he suddenly pointed at Meng Lang and blurted out.

"Oh~ I remembered! You... aren't you the young man who came to show off your lower limit that day?"

rash:"……"

Hey hey! What do young people who "show their lower limit" mean?

Let's have a sports competition, friendship first, competition second, okay!

He also recognized it at this moment. Unexpectedly, Hu Yonghua and Hu Shi were actually one of the two middle-aged men he met in the gymnasium last time to test his "table tennis skills"...

No wonder Secretary Li looked familiar to me yesterday!

Were they not the same two people we met at that time?

"Uh... have you known each other before?" Hu Yifei said in surprise.

"Ahem! I met you once in the gymnasium before. I didn't expect you, Hu City, to be so friendly to the people. At that time, I didn't realize that you were the mayor of a city at all."

Meng Lang coughed dryly and explained.

"Oh! Yes!" Hu Yonghua also felt that he had just lost his composure, and smiled awkwardly to smooth things over for himself.

"I didn't expect that, little brother, you are the expert that Yifei said.

This... is really what you said, the upper limit and the lower limit... are both very high! ah? Hahaha……"

"I don't dare to act like a master, but I have made a fool of myself in front of you before, haha..."

"Hey! We don't know each other until we fight! Haha!"

Seeing the two of them laughing together, Hu Yifei was confused.

What are the "upper limits" and "lower limits"? What happened to these two people in the gym?

After this somewhat surprising episode, Hu Yonghua looked curiously at the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him.

Just looking at his age and appearance, there is no trace of the so-called superior demeanor at all.

However, there is a very special kind of confidence and carefreeness in his eyes and temperament.

At least ordinary people would never be so at ease with his current status...

“I heard that Yifei’s company was able to come back to life thanks to Mr. Meng, and I have long wanted to thank him in person.

When I saw him today, I didn't expect Mr. Meng to be so young. "

"Nowhere, helping Mr. Hu is entirely due to chance. Mr. Hu's senior sister is my friend, and I'm familiar with her from this time.

Moreover, I didn’t put in that much effort. I just introduced Director Gao of Evergreen Biotech to Mr. Hu. At best, I was just an introducer. "

Just an introducer?

How could an introducer be so highly regarded by Hu Yifei, a brat with eyes higher than his head?

"Mr. Meng..."

"Hey! Mr. Hu and I are the same generation, Hu Shi, you are the elder, just call me Xiao Meng."

"Haha! That's fine, Xiao Meng, do you also like poetry and calligraphy?"

Hu Yonghua pointed to the words on the desk and asked with a smile.

If a high-ranking official is willing to meet a guest in a highly private study and is willing to talk to him about his interests and hobbies, it already represents a considerable degree of intimacy.

It's a pity that Meng Lang is not an official, and the "goodwill" that Hu Yonghua deliberately released was a show for the blind...

"I can't say I like it. It's just that my grandfather liked it. I practiced it for a few years when I was a child, but it was only at the level of a third-class calligraphy among primary school students."

"Uh...hahaha!" Hu Yonghua was immediately amused by Meng Lang's "eclectic" answer.

"Brother Meng, you must be humble. Dad, you don't know what it means to practice both medicine and martial arts.

Brother Meng is very skilled. Last time, an employee in our company suddenly went into shock and almost lost his breath. He woke up after a few injections.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed there was such a young miracle doctor! "

Hu Yifei is naturally highly regarded for his abilities.

"Oh?" Hu Yonghua looked at Meng Lang with a strange look.

"So, Xiao Meng's family must be well-educated?"

"Haha! I don't dare to be a knowledgeable person, but my ancestors can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period..."

He didn't lie. The Meng family genealogy respects Mencius as the "first ancestor". This is well-documented and is displayed in the ancestral hall.

As for what kind of inheritance of a thousand-year-old family the two father and son will come up with...

Then it's none of my business.

Sure enough, Hu Yonghua's eyes fluctuated slightly.

However, the purpose of his meeting with Meng Lang today was to test him and see how good he was as a "master". It was not so easy to be fooled by a young man's few words...

He picked up the calligraphy on the table and said, "I just wrote this calligraphy yesterday. What do you think of it, Xiao Meng?"

How about it?

How about what?

That is to say, the level is better than that of ordinary people, and it is better than the average. There are so many calligraphy masters in the world, and they are all leaders...

"Ahem! The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, the momentum is extraordinary!"

Hu Yonghua naturally knew what level he was at, so he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then this poem... what do you think of Xiao Meng?"

poetry?

Meng Lang was stunned.

Why are you talking about poetry again?

He glanced at the words on the table again...

"A good poem, with soaring aspirations and great spirit."

"Well! It seems that Xiao Meng also understands poetry.

When Fengqing used his strength to fly high into the sky, a few people were on the ground and looked at me in the blue sky...

When you are a general or a prime minister, you achieve success and fame. Who didn't have some lofty ambitions when they were young? hehe……"

Hu Yonghua looked at Meng Lang and smiled, but his eyes were somewhat meaningful.

Meng Lang was a little dazed when he was stared at, but he soon realized what he was doing and was immediately amused.

The other party was obviously talking about poetry, but actually he was telling himself...

Who can be exempt from fame and wealth?

There are no saints in this world.

You are so young, you don’t want money, you don’t want fame, you don’t seek fame and wealth, what are you doing for that?

This person... seems to have doubts about his own purpose...

Maybe this poem was left here waiting for me on purpose...

After all, at my age, it is really difficult to connect with "experts".

The other party is not Hu Yifei. He has been in the officialdom for many years, and he may have already developed his ability to understand the world.

The previous encounter between myself and Hu Yonghua might not only have failed to increase the other's favorability, but might have deepened the other's doubts...

After all, it's such a coincidence, it's hard to say that I didn't approach the Hu family deliberately...

This is the disadvantage of opening a new destiny line. Without the "certain future", all situations can only be adaptable.

but……

Meng Lang curled his lips.

Now that I can handle such a small scene, I no longer need the ability to predict...

“Is it the ambition to become a general and become a prime minister, to achieve success and fame?

I think this poem...should not be interpreted this way. "

"Oh?" Hu Yonghua raised his eyebrows. "How to say?"

“This kite flies up with the wind, looking down at all living beings, but it is still bound by the string of the kite.

Fame, fortune and fortune are all in the past.

Unable to break away from the shackles of this 'thread', no matter how high the kite flies, in the end, it will only be able to see clouds and smoke, but not the higher scenery!

But if the thread of fame and fortune is cut off, it will skyrocket to ninety thousand miles...

At that time, it was the real "a few people on the ground, looking at me in the blue sky"..."

Hu Yonghua's breath froze.

He had to admit that he was momentarily overwhelmed by the courage of the young man in front of him.

But... who doesn't know how to say beautiful things?

Get rid of the "fame and fortune line"?

It's quite simple.

The goal of ordinary people is to reach the sky, that is, to enter and exit the general phase. How the hell do you want to run towards the stars and the sea?

This is indeed very "out of line"!

Is there really such a young person who transcends the ordinary people?

At what age did you start to gain enlightenment?

Even if you have half a head of gray hair, a few more crow's feet, and a slightly more aged look, you'll be more convincing to me, right?

"Xiao Meng, you are indeed very knowledgeable about poetry, but do you really think there is such a saint in the world?

If he doesn't do it for fame and fortune, then what does he do for it? Hu Yonghua asked tentatively.

It's very simple. There is great terror between life and death!

In the face of this kind of terror, fame and wealth...are nothing?

But these words cannot be said out loud...

Suspiciousness and serious illness are common problems among all high-ranking people.

Meng Lang knew that no matter how beautiful his words were, he might not be able to eliminate the other party's suspicion, so he planned to end today's meeting in another way.

"I don't know if there are any saints in this world...but we can make a bet."

"Bet?" Hu Yonghua was stunned for a moment.

"Well! I haven't played table tennis for a long time. How about... let's play another round?" Meng Lang said with a smile.

"Ping...ping pong?!"

Hu Yonghua looked strange.

You, a beginner who can't even catch my serve, want to bet me with a table tennis ball?

Meng Lang smiled and said nothing.

Do you know what it means to say goodbye for three days, like thirty years?

Coupled with the "magic skill of overclocking", let alone a mere amateur, I am sure to win an Olympic gold medal for you...

Last time I showed off my lower limit, this time...

The show is over...

…

Half an hour later...

Meng Lang left Hu's house with a smile on his face and took Hu Yonghua's "Linjiang Immortal" with him.

Hu Yonghua was left staring blankly at the table tennis ball in his hand.

Completely starting to doubt life...