Xiao Yi: "You don’t seem like a Zhao Ge fan, do you? Why do you want his album?"
ng Lang: "Just because I wasn’t a fan before doesn’t an I can’t beco one now. Starting from this mont, I am!"
What could be more convenient than disguising oneself as an ardent fan to get close to and investigate a target?
Have you not seen those real hardcore fans chase after stars, practically hiring paparazzi for a 24-hour live broadcast of their pursuit?
I’m just doing so long-distance flesh searching by comparison, which is nothing!
Xiao Yi: "Hmm... How long do you need to borrow it for?"
ng said, "Two days should do."
Xiao Yi: "Alright, consider it compensation for the ss I caused at the hospital last ti. Co pick it up tomorrow. I’ll be coming for it 48 hours, zero minutes, and zero seconds later."
The deadline is set that precisely...
After sending an "OK" hand gesture, ng Lang put down his phone.
Zero was still mobilizing computing resources to search for information about Zhao Ge online; I refocused my attention on "ng’s Spring and Autumn Annals."
Beyond Zhao Ge being the biggest gain, there were many other key pieces of information in the book.
For instance, the theft of the Buddha head.
Gun control is so strict in China that it’s world-renowned; even Yuan Li previously could only get his hands on imitation firearms made in underground workshops.
Yet the robbers not only had sophisticated firearms but even silencers!
A silencer isn’t sothing that a small workshop could produce; its technical complexity far exceeds that of firearms and is not sothing ordinary forces could possess.
Add on their ticulous operation plan and evacuation procedure, they were clearly not just an ordinary gang of thieves.
An ordinary gang wouldn’t have the guts to even consider such an act in the presence of six police escorts.
Of course, this was also due to the prolonged peace within the country.
Perhaps the escort personnel never imagined they would encounter such a daring thief bold enough to publicly steal a cultural relic in broad daylight, catching them entirely off guard.
But now that I am aware of it, I must stop them at all costs—I have to ensure the Buddha head is kept safe!
It’s not that I must possess the scripture at all costs.
But...
I’ve grinded through several instances just to get this item, and you’re about to satisfy my curiosity about it, and then soone snatches it to who knows where in the world, never to be seen again—how could I tolerate that?
"Having realized the past cannot be admonished, know that the future can be pursued..."
The attitude behind this saying couldn’t be any clearer.
He is "the past," and I am "the future"...
Hmm... and then there’s Duan Xian’s star-making plan.
The good news is he beca a little famous upon debut; the bad news is he peaked right at his debut...
It seems just having good looks isn’t enough to mix in the entertainnt industry; after all, although Duan Xian is handso, are there not enough top-tier handso guys in the industry?
But traffic password is "CNKI"?
What does that an?
Zhai Tianlin? Seems like that’s the student-star I saw on TV recently, but how does the traffic password relate to him?
It doesn’t make sense...
And the young boy who committed suicide by jumping off a building.
What would make him go to Suzhou University without any reason? And there’s no ntion of when he went...
ng Lang was sowhat exasperated.
When it cos to speaking in riddles and biting one’s tongue, I’m really just as bad as anyone else in terms of bad taste.
They want people to know there’s a secret, but not what the secret is. They want to be asked about it, they want people to guess; oh, this vanity of human nature...
ng Lang had to admit, he was just that kind of common man.
Truly defeated by my own self!
But... you guys, are you sure you’re not just looking for an opportunity to tease on purpose?
The most straightforward one would be "Scream," which this ti was a bit more roundabout, but the ssage was just as unreserved.
"You stand on our shoulders and surpass countless others.
Without doing anything, you almost have it all.
But rember, it is not earned through your own efforts."
Listen! Hear this judgntal tone, speaking as if I were one of those entitled second-generation rich kids...
Not hate, but could there be a bit of envy and jealousy?
ng Lang stared at the words in the paragraph, feeling a knot in his heart.
Xu Jingsong... in the end, still t his fate at the hands of an elevator.
[Fact has proven that as long as there is a shortcut in life, that shortcut will quickly beco the only path...]
"Brother, you’re right. It’s easy for to talk without pain, since you guys are out there, naturally beyond the reach of the king’s orders, with the innate right to make decisions on the spot!"
After all... who can refuse the shortcuts in life?
If it’s sothing that can be solved with an elevator, why exhaust all your sches just to be played by fate?
I can totally understand why you made that choice. After all, you’re embracing it with a resolve to die, and I have no right to loudly shout, "Spare the one under the gun."
But... since you know the greatest helplessness in life is that even with a thousand knots in your heart, there’s no turning back the years,
you should understand, my difference from you guys.
The path I’ve walked, is the sa one all the brothers have walked.
If I start this precedent, the brothers that follow will indeed have no way back...
"Forge a wonderful tomorrow"?
That’s not the future one desires...
ng Lang suppressed the faint urge stirring within him to control the elevator and achieve a triple kill.
Having two ng Langs in a row had clearly begun to seriously affect his own attitude towards killing.
In that sense, this autobiography is actually quite democratic...
It’s freaking ridiculous!
Instead of saying this is "my" life, it’s more appropriate to say it’s "our" life!
Who says I’ve done nothing yet gained everything?
You have no idea what I’ve endured!
You each live life with satisfaction, offering criticism and advice.
Talking about royal power and wealth, what’s there to fear from discipline and rules?
Want to speed in cars, you speed. Want to be the boss, you be the boss. Want to watch the sunrise, you watch it. Want to write ’Spring and Autumn’, you write it.
But you’ve forgotten who, despite loving to show off, was forced to live like a recluse?
Who endures the temptation of lying flat, waking up early every day for the sake of giving the brothers a healthy physique?
Who, without gaining any advantage, has to bear the burdens of your emotional debts?
And who risks worsening senile dentia cramming their brain with endless new tasks?
When results are achieved, the performance is all credited to you. Have you ever thought about who is sacrificing themselves to maintain the basic welfare of the company?
I am envious of you for not having to carefully restrain your passions and emotions, freely falling in love with each and every encounter.
Even more envious of you for not having to mind this or that, fearing one wrong step could affect the bigger picture...
You indulge in your personal heroism, each living like fireworks. Have you ever thought about who cleans up the aftermath for you?
Your life may have shortcuts, but the future I want... there are no shortcuts!
The hardest and most bitter path is the biggest shortcut to my life!
I gain without effort?
How can your 35°C mouths spew such cold words?!
You talk to about basic empathy?
Who can understand my suffering!!!
"Thud thud! Uncle, it’s ti to eat!"
...
ng Lang opened the door and looked down.
Xiao Yu stood at the door with a beaming smile, but as she saw ng Lang’s facial expression, her smile faded and her small brows gradually furrowed.
"Uncle, what’s wrong?"
"Hmm... I’m fine," ng Lang pinched his brow and smoothed out his furrowed brow.
"Uh... Uncle, you’re not mad at , are you?" Xiao Yu asked anxiously, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Mad at you?" ng Lang was stunned for a mont before realizing she was referring to the little tantrum she had thrown yesterday.
He quickly waved his hands.
"No no no! How could I be? I’m mad at myself!
I’m serious, if it weren’t for the circumstances, I’d want to pull myself out and give a beating!"
"Pfft!" Xiao Yu imdiately burst into laughter.
"Don’t be mad anymore, Uncle. Guess what, tonight’s dinner includes at! Can you guess what it is?"
ng Lang smiled.
"Pork rib and lotus root soup?"
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