ng Lang took a cab ho, checked the ti, and used his key to unlock the door of his study.
As the saying goes, read on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, lay flat on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, the "true fragrance" law proved inescapable.
For tonight’s dress rehearsal of life, he had no choice but to draw in advance from tomorrow’s ng Lang...
He now understood why, once Pandora’s box was opened, it was so hard to close again.
Like smoking and drinking heavily, everyone knows it’s slow suicide, but who could resist that floating sensation as if everything was under control?
Bla it on fate, for laying out the script of life so bare before him...
Pulling the fourth book from the third row of the shelf, ng Lang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar autobiography before him...
White Night.
A regular pure white cover, apart from the typically sensational title, showed no extra information, and ng Lang had no intention of playing mind gas with himself.
So, he flipped the pages open.
[Having sothing taken away from you doesn’t an you’ll return to the state you were in before you had it.
At least... my life today should not be a re dull copy of my life yesterday.
That afternoon, as I was planning to rewrite my life, three people sent friend requests, as if three threads of fate had been placed in my hands.
Hua Wei was more prepared, and although it faced extre suppression, it limited its losses and laid the groundwork for future cooperation between both parties.
Hu Yifei didn’t heed the warnings and ultimately failed in his investnt, stepping on Mr. Bao’s landmine. I heard it wasn’t long before his Cretaceous Company was sold off to recoup funds.
As for Mr. Liu, though he pulled back at the brink, he was still charged with attempted strong-J. The woman involved was said to be disheveled, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, her face bearing a bright red handprint...
So, Jingdong’s stock price unsurprisingly plunged...]
"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!"
ng Lang had just reached this part when his phone next to him began pinging with several notification sounds.
Er... could they really be this punctual?
He picked up the phone to look.
Sure enough, there were three Fetion friend requests, none from minor characters.
The mayor’s son, a Hua Wei executive, a Jingdong big shot...
The tiliness of this information was unmatched.
Without guessing, ng Lang knew it must have been Yan Weiwei who played interdiary.
He couldn’t really bla her for being so eager to drum up "business" for him.
After all, the quality of these "clients" was indeed not bad...
As a "planner" of fate, these clients, who held substantial resources, could turn into aces in his hands at any mont.
Take, for example, the last ti in Double City Sche, where the construction of the end-of-days cruise ship, "Loulan," received trendous support from two enterprises.
ng Lang stroked his chin, pondering how to deal with these three friend requests.
From the subsequent developnt in the book, Mr. Yu’s purpose was clear, he must have sensed sothing from that conversation; he was either coming to thank or to test .
Adding him as a friend and bonding over shared interests wouldn’t hurt, after all, it was a "straight flush".
As for that Mr. Hu...
It was probably the actions of the other two big shots in adding as a friend that piqued his curiosity.
But that’s all it was, curiosity, probably just here to snoop around for friends.
This guy had so much confidence in his investnt philosophy; since he was not persuadable, there was no point in wasting my breath on him.
We’re not close anyway.
Value for use... I couldn’t see any use for him at the mont.
ng Lang decisively categorized Hu Yifei as a "2".
As for the last one, Brother Dong...
I made it so obvious, how could it still lead to "the woman disheveled and bleeding from her mouth with a bright red handprint on her face" being so explosive?
If the deed had already been done, what was the use of adding as a friend now?
I’m not a lawyer!
ng Lang, who was sowhat perplexed, imdiately accepted Brother Dong’s friend request...
...
Across the ocean, in Sudamini State.
In a high-end apartnt, the sound of water splashed from the bathroom, and Brother Dong, wrapped only in a towel, watched his phone with a conflicted expression.
To tell the truth, tonight’s events had sowhat gotten out of his control.
Maybe the alcohol played a part, or maybe...
In any case, by the ti he sobered up, things had taken the turn they had now.
"The peach blossoms may not shine in the east but they do in the west; if you must travel westward soon, then you must pay close attention."
"There’s a saying that hogrown flowers aren’t as fragrant as wild ones, but the roses by the roadside...have thorns..."]
If he hadn’t cald down a bit while taking a bath just now, suddenly recalling that conversation from the other day, he might have already rushed in impulsively by now.
As it turned out, the more he bathed, the clearer his mind beca, and his blood finally started flowing upward.
Sotis people are like that, even if they know they shouldn’t discuss supernatural forces and chaos, they still fear ghosts when walking alone at night...
After all, the fortune-telling had been too accurate!
So, this night walk... To go or not to go?
Brother Dong was constantly swaying between emotion and superstition.
As if possessed by a ghost, Brother Dong thought of that young man in the KTV that day...
"Ding!"
Seeing the friend request accepted, Brother Dong’s face lit up with joy, but the next mont he hesitated again.
Given the current situation, how could he explain to a young man he had only t once, whose background he didn’t even know?
He was a public figure, and if this personal consultation got out...
After thinking it over, he decided to make a voice call.
Even if a voice call is recorded, as long as it cannot be confird to be him, the impact would be limited.
The voice call connected quickly.
"Hello! Mr. Liu, how are you?"
"Hello, Mr. ng, last ti you said I have a crisis coming, could you help predict what will happen if I can’t get through this crisis?"
He asked directly.
Being very careful with his words, he tried not to leave any information or leverage for speculation.
"Hmm! Happiness and disaster enter through no gate; it is people who invite them."
Brother Dong: "..."
Hmm... that sounds about right...
Brother Dong: "Then, is there a way to break this curse?"
"There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
"Uh... what if I pull back at the edge of the cliff? Can I resolve this crisis then?"
"Hmm? Are you still thinking about not pulling the reins and jumping over the cliff? Devotee, the sea of suffering is boundless!"
Brother Dong felt awkward... "Uh..."
If he was really determined to pull back at the edge of the cliff, without a trace of luck, why would he be struggling like now...
"If it’s an attempted cri, there’s a slight possibility to break free, so... where are you in your crisis now?"
Brother Dong, seeing that the other person, despite being across the ocean, seed to know everything and every word was profound, hesitated for a mont but then spoke up.
"...Bathroom."
"Emm..."
ng Lang, piecing together the context, slowly grasped the situation.
The man had attempted a cri, clearly gotten cold feet, and the woman was in the bathroom. This was clearly consensual, but how had it escalated to violence?
ng Lang suddenly thought of a possibility.
"I see!"
"What do you an?"
"Mr. Liu, if you believe , then get out of there right now. If you’re any later, I’m afraid it’ll be too late!"
Seeing how certain ng Lang was, Brother Dong thought back on the abnormal developnts of the evening and began to lose his nerve.
"Then... I’ve got to at least say goodbye before leaving, right?"
It would be too ungentlemanly to leave without saying a word...
"Say goodbye? Are you sure?"
"Uh... what’s the problem with that?"
A problem with that?
The problem would be huge!
A man and a woman alone in a room, considering the current legal tendencies...
"I’m asking you, what if the person cos out later, and then you express your regret, and suddenly, they start slapping their own face, pulling their own hair, and then call 911, do you still think there’s no problem?
Ha! Leaving forcefully against a woman’s will... how could that not pose a problem?"
Brother Dong: "..."
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