"Dong dong!" The knocking sound echoed.
"Hello, your package is here, please sign for it."
"Thank you!"
ng Lang took the cardboard box, but his expression was sowhat puzzled.
Did I recently go on a shopping spree? That shouldn't be the case, especially since my current finances don't allow it.
Could it be another batch of "local specialties" sent from my hotown by my mom?
"Rip!" ng Lang used a key to slice open the tape and was instantly taken aback by what he saw inside.
What is this? A book?
Right there in the box lay a thin, unremarkable-looking book with a black and white cover.
Curious, ng Lang flipped it over and then, in the next mont, he was frozen in place.
Because on the cover of that book was boldly written, "ng Lang's Miserable Life"...
ng Lang looked again closely at the title.
ng from ngzi, Lang like the wave, no mistake, it was his na!
The veins on his forehead throbbed.
Which morally bankrupt character is playing this joke on ?
And "a miserable life"? Your grandpa's miserable!
Could it be that guy Ah Xian?
Unlikely, there are many things I've never even ntioned to him.
If not him, could it be that I offended soone inadvertently?
ng Lang struggled to suppress the urge to throw the book to the ground and started to flip through the pages.
What caught his eye was a photo of the author.
Clad in a hospital gown, his pale, weak face showed not a hint of a smile.
And the key thing was, by appearance... it looked like an aged version of himself?
The corners of ng Lang's mouth twitched.
Great, photo editing is impressive, huh? This special effect must've cost more than fifty cents, right?
Holding back the impulse to tear the photo to shreds, ng Lang continued reading with the patience and cultivation he had amassed over 24 years.
[Once, my dream was to beco a police officer, and later, that dream was half-realized—I beca an uncle.
Eventually, my dream beca to earn an annual salary of a million, marry a beautiful ntor, and reach the peak of life, but then I had just started earning 50,000 a year when the beautiful ntor married soone else, and the groom wasn't .
That's when I understood that one should be down-to-earth and set a modest goal first, to join a Fortune Global 500 company!
...
I succeeded! I joined Huaxia Life and beca an insurance salesman!
...
Ultimately, I finally realized that one should never be down-to-earth, just like Teacher Tony said—we must make money work for us, or else we'll beco slaves to money.
I borrowed from all my relatives, maxed out my credit cards, and even leveraged up to beco a shareholder of Huaxia Oil. Then I crashed head-on into the 2018 stock market crash and overnight turned into a deadbeat.
...
After emptying three wallets, my elderly parents pulled out of the abyss by going back to work as if they had aged several years instantly.
...
Having been battered by life's harsh lessons, I finally woke up. I shook off the baggage of dreams and decided to settle down in one city, waiting for one person to live out an ordinary life with a loving wife and warm bed.
This person ca as expected, like an angel, illuminating the low points of my life.
Love ca abruptly, like a storm, when we couldn't go ho due to heavy rain the day after we t, and coincidentally, there was only one room left in the hotel...
I was certain that was love, and soon I was holding her hand, smiling as we walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau.
The wind that day was so gentle, filled with the scent of happiness.
Even many years later, I still vividly rember the staff mber who married us, reminding to tie my shoelaces with a smile full of blessings.
...
At the end of that year, our child was born prematurely, a chubby boy weighing 7.7 pounds, with type B blood.
The fireworks filling the sky outside were as if the whole world was celebrating for ...
Even the pandemic that broke out the following year couldn't dilute even a hint of my joy.
...
18 years later, a random car accident revealed that the hospital had been transfusing her with type A blood...
I thought that by sincerely loving soone, I could move them, but it turns out I only moved myself.
That day I drank a lot of alcohol, and after vomiting blood and being hospitalized, the doctors diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer.
Unable to bear the continuous blows, my parents ultimately passed away before .
In utter despair, I removed my own oxygen mask.
As I lay dying, I dedicate this book to commorate my life, which can only be described as tragic...]
Holding the book, ng Lang remained silent for a long while, and then his expression gradually contorted.
He hurled the book to the ground with force.
Feeling that wasn't enough to relieve his anger, he gritted his teeth and stomped on it several more tis.
"Don't let find out who it is, or I'll definitely shoot a '72h human tragedy.avi' for you!"
ng Lang sat on the sofa, his liver aching with anger, and chugged several gulps of cool tap water to quench the fire in his heart.
After calming down a bit, ng Lang began to ponder whom he could have offended so deeply that they went to such lengths to hire a ghostwriter to curse him.
Not to ntion, this ghostwriter's level of writing couldn't be achieved without "full score essays," it almost brought to tears!
To spend so much just to disgust ?
For what grudge or grievance? Did I eat your family's rice, or did I disturb your ancestral grave?
Is it a vengeance for killing your father or stealing your wife... wait a second! Surely, my chastity ans I couldn't have possibly transgressed on that account, right?
Could it be that seller last month who couldn't handle a negative review?
But they wouldn't have a reason to know my blood type, right?
Revenge from an ex-girlfriend? Oh! I don't have one, well, that settles it.
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He thought for a long ti, going through all the people he had offended recently, but ng Lang couldn't find a suspect.
The more he pondered, the more he felt that sothing was off about this whole affair.
Having cald down, he frowned, suppressed his anger, picked up the dusty book, and gave it a serious read once again.
Then he got a piece of paper and a pen.
"Dread of being a policeman as a child," "Had a crush on a beautiful tutor," "Just joined a Fortune 500 company," "Type A blood."
Looking at the four circled entries, ng Lang's eyes showed shock.
"It's all correct!"
And the ti span covered his childhood, university, and professional life...
Who could possibly know him so well?
Unless... this person had been paying close attention to since kindergarten?
Could it be the legendary "kindergarten wife"?
Is it because I forgot the "oath of love" from back then, turning love into hate?
ng Lang racked his brain, but couldn't rember if he had made a "I'll marry you when we grow up" promise in kindergarten.
Even if he had, his secret crush on the beautiful tutor was absolutely top-secret; he was even too embarrassed to ntion it to his best friend Ah Xian, but this person had hit the nail on the head.
This couldn't be explained by a "kindergarten wife."
After thinking, ng Lang picked up his phone.
"Hello, Dad."
"Son, what's up? Splash splash~" The sound of mahjong tiles clashing ca from the other side.
"What was my dream as a kid?"
There was a pause, then his father's uncertain voice ca through, "Astronaut?"
"What's my blood type?" ng Lang asked again.
"...O?" His father's voice grew weaker.
"Click!" ng Lang hung up the phone.
He could rule out this suspect.
He sunk into the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Who is this person...?
...
The next day, with bags under his eyes, ng Lang arrived at the company to clock in and have his face recognized.
Then, without even entering a door, he strolled to the snack shop outside the company that he often visited.
"Boss, a bowl of wontons, and a basket of stead buns, please."
"Alrighty!"
Soon, the steaming hot food was in front of him, and ng Lang distractedly poured the condints.
The mont the food touched his mouth, ng Lang's expression stiffened.
The vinegar was too much...
"Sigh," he exhaled.
He finally understood the expression "a fishbone stuck in one's throat, uneasy in sleep and food."
He had pondered all night long without figuring anything out.
It was as if there were a pair of eyes watching you from behind at all tis, knowing you like the back of their hand, filled with malice. It was quite unnerving.
"Brother, you don't look well. Are you facing so difficulties?"
Just then, a voice ca from nearby, and ng Lang looked up only to realize that there was another custor sitting next to him.
The man, in his thirties, sported a small mustache, was dressed in a suit and shiny shoes, wore a Longines watch, and carried a briefcase. His scholarly appearance complete with gold-rimd glasses and a warm smile made him seem quite approachable.
With breakfast in front of him, he seed to be a fellow office worker from the vicinity.
As the saying goes, don't slap a smiling face, ng Lang politely returned the smile, "Nothing, just had a bad night's sleep."
"Oh... Given your age, you must have just started working, right?
What troubles soone your age is either a woman or work."
"Hmm." ng Lang humd absentmindedly, showing no interest in continuing the conversation.
But to an "old salesman," that expression was a sure sign of a "lost lamb."
"I'm an old hand at this. At your age, I was also constantly stressed about a small salary, and in the end, my girlfriend broke up with .
Working 996 for a few thousand yuan in wages, after paying rent and utilities, what's left over?
In the end, it's all about money, a single penny can defeat even a hero."
The suit-clad man spoke with a sigh, appearing to empathize deeply with ng Lang.
This pitch had proven effective countless tis, and surely enough, ng Lang finally looked up and gave him his full attention, seemingly hit by his words.
"In almost half a lifeti of experience, I've learned one thing: it's too hard to get ahead on that little salary!
So you need to make your money work for you, so you don't beco a slave to your finances." The suit-clad man patted ng Lang's shoulder, wiped his mouth, and stood as if preparing to leave.
"Wait!"
The voice from behind made the suit-clad man's lips curl into a smile, but when he turned around, he put on that sa harmless expression again.
"What is it, young man?"
"Repeat what you just said."
"Which part? Oh! I said you need to make your money work for you, so you don't beco a slave to it. That's sothing Balat, the richest man in the world, said, and it's advice that can serve you for a lifeti."
After speaking, the suit-clad man noticed the other's expression seed a bit unusual, quite odd actually.
ng Lang put down his chopsticks and looked at the man with a very serious expression.
"May I ask how you are addressed, big brother?"
Here it cos, business is coming!
The suit-clad man showed a bright smile. "My surna is Niu."
ng Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Was he just overthinking it?
"But everyone likes to call Teacher Tony."
ng Lang: "..."
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