"He has a grudge against you?"
"No?"
"Then do you have a grudge against ?"
"Not at all."
"Then why did you just praise him for making us money, and then turn around and intentionally set him up? What were you thinking?"
"Uh... would you believe if I said it was for his own good?"
"You deliberately got him drunk and then reported him for drunk driving, and you call that being helpful?"
"I had just observed him, he was walking in a straight line, speaking clearly—it shows he can hold his liquor. One drink won’t pose a safety hazard on the road."
"Is that the point?"
"Sigh! There are things you don’t understand. Just because it’s not good now doesn’t an it won’t be good in the future.
True generosity to the future lies in giving all your hardships to the present—that’s what we call ’bitter now, sweet later’!"
In the movies, Zhang Chi, driven by his dreams, ends up driving his car into the sea...
It’s just like the true depiction of Han Fei’s life!
Sotis, although dreams are beautiful, when it cos to saving your own skin, you have to give them up...
"You’re just making stuff up! Haven’t you ever thought that he might get depressed and completely botch the film?" Yan Weiwei pouted.
"Uh..."
ng Lang was at a loss for words.
Truthfully, busy with ’helping all the way,’ he really hadn’t considered the problem of ’sending Buddha to the West.’
Although Han Fei was a cash cow in the earlier episodes, that was before ng Lang exerted all his energies.
If he was too forceful this ti, he might just shatter this cash cow...
Seeing Yan Weiwei’s bizarre look, ng Lang felt sowhat guilty and coughed dryly.
"Cough! Anyway, this guy has co all this way inspired, I don’t think he’s the type with a weak psychological endurance, right?
Plus, look at ancient literati like Li Bai and Du Fu. The worse their own circumstances, the more prolific they beca, leaving behind masterpieces for the ages.
We are all scholars; there shouldn’t be much difference..."
God, we are all scholars!
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.
Are these even comparable?
Besides, nowadays, when scholars experience hardship, most just give up already, right!
"Cough! If we’re not going back, what are we doing on this beach?"
ng Lang felt explaining this matter was too troubleso and quickly changed the subject.
Doing good deeds without leaving a na behind is just too hard...
Yan Weiwei glanced at him, "Is it a problem to co here to digest after eating too much?"
At that mont, the two of them were on the beach in front of a seafood restaurant.
Holding their shoes in hand, the fine white sand beneath their feet, and in the distance, the whooshing waves, the slightly fishy sea breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill.
A few couples were taking strolls by the seaside, playing, and not far away, there was a beach karaoke stage, a young man with a guitar sang with a rich voice drifting in the air......
"Tell , the friend you ntioned, is it Gao Yuan?
Apart from her, there probably isn’t anyone who could easily co up with 2 billion, right?"
Yan Weiwei had clearly noticed ng Lang had an ulterior motive tonight, but with others present, many questions she hadn’t asked on the spot.
But... a rich woman facing a richer woman...
Indeed, he still cared sowhat.
So this was what he wanted to ask about.
ng Lang thought for a mont and nodded.
"Yeah! Because... due to work reasons, Gao Yuan and I have so cooperation.
You know my side hustle is in intelligence, right? I guess I’m her... special strategic advisor."
Yan Weiwei was undoubtedly the trustworthy type, and although ng Lang couldn’t explain in detail, there was no need to beat around the bush.
Giving himself the title of strategic advisor also facilitated his actions in the future.
"Hmph! A huge deal of 200 million, and you didn’t even make a call before making decisions for others. It seems like your cooperation as a special advisor is quite deep, huh?"
ng Lang touched his nose.
Your focus is a bit off. Shouldn’t you be curious about what exactly is the cooperation between her and ?
Seeing that ng Lang didn’t respond, Yan Weiwei pouted.
"I’ll just return the 500,000 to you later. You’re always talking about deals worth millions. With your relationship with them, it looks like you don’t need to worry about your performance.
Maybe the salary you get from them is even higher than my rent inco..."
ng Lang was stunned for a mont.
This tone... Why does it sound like she’s distancing herself?
It’s strange, she held back his 500,000, and he felt like she was treating him not just as a friend but almost like family.
Now that she wanted to return it, it sohow felt like she was setting boundaries.
It was like when a friend borrowed 2.50 for bus fare.
Then he insisted on paying him back in the dorm, not missing a single di.
His first thought was, this guy definitely thinks I’m an outsider; can’t be close...
Yeah! The exchange rate among the wealthy seems like sothing I still need to get used to...
"Cough! How could that be? Actually, Chairman Gao had already agreed before I ca. I was rely running errands for her, exploiting the information gap, and just earning so hard-earned money."
Yeah! What I said is the truth, just that the hard-earned money made from this information gap might be a bit more than usual...
"So you better keep this money for . Otherwise, eating and drinking on your di every day, I always feel like I’m taking advantage of you."
What do you an, taking advantage of !
Yan Weiwei glared at him, but her mood inexplicably improved.
"Fine then, I’ll take this 500,000 and invest it in the movie with you. If we lose, we lose together, hmph!"
After saying that, she couldn’t help but smile proudly.
Lifting her skirt, she let the seawater repeatedly wash over her pale ankles, enjoying the sensation as the sea breeze brushed her face.
ng Lang watched her and realized that today’s Yan Weiwei seed a bit different from usual and smiled back.
"You really like the sea, don’t you?"
"Yeah! I grew up in the mountains, and most of my ti as a child was spent practicing martial arts, so I fell in love with the sea at first sight.
Because it makes feel free."
ng Lang was taken aback and watched Yan Weiwei’s face, intoxicated.
Perhaps... this was why she didn’t want to participate in that "mountaineering club"?
"Huh? You can actually see that cruise ship from here!" Yan Weiwei suddenly pointed towards the distance.
Hearing this, ng Lang looked far off and indeed saw the Carnival Dream quietly docked at the harbor.
The police must still be wrapping up their work, he thought...
Looking at the brightly lit cruise ship, ng Lang couldn’t help but feel sentintal.
After all, this cruise ship... had changed his life twice...
I had never boarded that cruise ship, but it was already deeply etched in my mind.
He gazed at the distant cruise ship, his thoughts drifting back to his "Apocalyptic Cruise Plan," his heart feeling sowhat heavy.
Certain information from the previous episode had undoubtedly cast a shadow over this "Apocalyptic Cruise Plan."
[The signal that is launched every month... it cos from deep in the Pacific!
Moreover, its location keeps changing every month.
That thing... it can move under the sea!]
ng Lang’s gaze turned towards the unreachable deep blue...
If the other party’s communication hub was indeed hidden deep in the ocean, then his Apocalyptic Cruise Plan might just be a case of sending lambs into the tiger’s mouth.
This Earth... there’s no pure land anywhere...
It seems that sticking to the "Dual City Strategy" is still necessary—the "Apocalyptic Cruise" and the "Apocalyptic Fortress," one in the vast deep blue, the other in the expansive mountains.
Using two legs to walk, even if one leg ends up crippled, at least you can still hop along, right?
"What a pity, I actually wanted to watch the sunrise at sea once on the ship," Yan Weiwei said with slight regret.
ng Lang thought about it.
Indeed, she had accompanied him down to the cruise ship three tis, one ended in death, one ti she didn’t make it onto the ship, and the third ti...
There were explosions and gunfire, ruining the chance to watch the sunrise as well.
Looking at Yan Weiwei’s sowhat regretful expression, the figure that fell into his arms involuntarily overlapped with her in his mind...
[For you, I used half a year’s savings
Crossed oceans to see you
For this gathering
I even practiced the breathing when we et
mories always accumulate slowly
Unremovable from my heart...]
Not far away on the beach, a guitarist sang a tune "Crossing Oceans to See You," its lody drifting over...
"Hmm... If there’s a chance, I will definitely make it up to you with the most magnificent sunrise at sea in the world!"
No sooner had he spoken than ng Lang himself was taken aback.
Yan Weiwei was also startled.
A flush of red appeared on her face.
But this enticing night hid the ambiguous atmosphere in the darkness...
"Cough! I an, if it’s not possible this ti, there could be a next ti," ng Lang said, attempting to redy the situation awkwardly.
"Tsk! You speak as if it’s guaranteed I’ll invite you next ti..." Yan Weiwei turned her head, masking the turmoil within her heart.
The two walked with their heads down in silence, unknowingly approaching the beachside song booth.
"Handso guy! Beautiful lady! Want to sing a song? 10 yuan each!"
The young man with the guitar smiled and waved at them.
The guitar was sowhat worn, so parts even peeling off paint, making the young man appear rather down-and-out, but he still wore a sunny smile.
Yan Weiwei glanced at ng Lang, then smiled and squinted her eyes before pointing in that direction.
"Since you’re so sincere, sing a song for , consider it compensation."
"Uh..." ng Lang hadn’t expected Yan Weiwei to suddenly make such a request.
"Handso! Here!"
Seeing a potential custor, the guitar-playing youth didn’t care if ng Lang was willing or not, he just cheerfully handed over the microphone to him.
"Uh..."
He looked down at the microphone in his hand, originally wanting to refuse, but the next mont, a song inexplicably ca to his mind...
Emm...
Alright, alright, since it’s your "final wish"...
He sighed.
"Uh... may I borrow the guitar for a mont?"
"Sure thing!" the young man cheerfully took off the guitar.
ng Lang strapped on the guitar and looked up at Yan Weiwei again.
The next mont, he began to sing gently with a sowhat complex expression.
[A movie that can’t fill even half a row of audience
Until the lights suddenly co on as it’s ending
Subtitles freeze on the producer and distributor...]
ng Lang’s singing wasn’t professional, but the strangely emotional content sohow gave the song an unusual rendering power.
The sowhat down-and-out young man was directly stunned.
This song... I haven’t heard it before, have I?
[I watch them hurriedly departing
Like an overambitious repeater
Failing to complete the mission to top the list
Fate isn’t decided by playing rock-paper-scissors
So capriciously...]
Nearby couples, attracted by this unfamiliar singing, couldn’t help but stop to listen.
[I blew the evening breeze you once blew
Does that count as an embrace?
But feeling like I’ve just woke from a dream, with nothing in my hands
Heart empty too
I blew the evening breeze you once blew
Have you seen the sa scenery?
Like being left in a Misaligned Space-Ti by disrupted ti zones...]
I blew the evening breeze you once blew, does that count as an embrace?
This lyric...
Standing on the beach, Yan Weiwei felt a mysterious sadness welling up, as if she had lost sothing.
Listening dazedly to this unfamiliar song, gazing at the man singing before her, her eyes sowhat blurred.
Until the song ended...
"Bro... bro! Can you tell , what... what is the na of this song?"
The youth asked dazedly.
ng Lang put down the guitar, the inexplicable emotions swirling in his heart slowly dissipating.
He sighed.
"... It’s called ’Misaligned Space-Ti.’
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