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On the importance of reverse thinking!
Who could have known that a stock market crash would happen in the near future?
Only !
Isn't this a unique piece of insider information? This is what they call an information gap!
But then the problem arises; where would soone like , who gets a headache just thinking about next month's rent, find the capital to dabble in stocks?
ng Lang remained silent for a long ti before suddenly raising his head with an awkward twist.
"Um... could you lend so money?"
Ma Qiao: "..."
...
The money, naturally, wasn't lent.
Not only did he not get the loan, but Ma Qiao also left with a dark face, and the little boat of friendship capsized just like that.
All ng Lang could do was sigh that borrowing money indeed is the touchstone of friendship.
He hastily scanned a shared bicycle and rushed back to his rental room.
Up the stairs, closed the door, locked it, and then piled up a bunch of miscellaneous items to block the door.
Pulled the curtains, turned on the night vision function on his phone, and checked every room for hidden caras.
After ensuring the security level had been raised to the highest, ng Lang finally felt sowhat relieved and walked into the bedroom, turning on the table lamp.
He fished out "A Miserable Life" from the trash, the book that had made him grind his teeth in frustration just yesterday, and placed it carefully on the table, ticulously cleaning off so stains.
ng Lang was incredibly grateful that he hadn't impulsively burnt it to ashes yesterday.
He took a deep breath and opened the pages of the book again, as though on a pilgrimage, his movents gentle like a devout believer reading the "Bible".
Then the next mont.
"Huh?" ng Lang exclaid in surprise.
This writing... why does it seem fainter?
ng Lang adjusted the lamp's light and angle, scrutinizing closely for quite a while, confirming it wasn't his imagination.
If yesterday's font was normal black, then now its transparency had been dialed down to 50%.
How could the color fade like this? ng Lang was dumbfounded.
Just as he was startled, the writing in the book seed to have faded even further.
ng Lang rubbed his eyes, confirming it wasn't just a trick of his vision.
He stared at the increasingly faint writing on the page, a contemplative look crossing his face.
The writing was disappearing... did this an that his future had already changed?
So this autobiography isn't a one-ti-use product?!
[Autobiography: "..."]
ng Lang was pleasantly surprised.
String theory? Parallel universes? The butterfly effect? Ti paradox?
ng Lang racked his brains for a reasonable scientific explanation for the existence of this autobiography.
However, it was clear that his ager knowledge of physics wasn't enough to accomplish such a feat for a college dropout.
He began to ponder so more realistic questions.
If his actions could change the future, and the book would then present a new future based on his actions, and he then changed his actions again after reading the new content, engendering a new future...
With this cycle repeating over and over again, didn't that an he had countless opportunities to "change the future"?
Is the future confused yet?
Well, I certainly am.
"Bang bang!"
Suddenly, a rapid knocking sound pulled ng Lang, who had fallen into a mosquito-eye death loop, forcefully back to reality.
ng Lang snapped the book shut, feeling the panic of a sudden room inspection.
After debating where to hide the book for a long ti, under the pillow? In the wardrobe?
But no matter where he considered hiding it, he felt uncertain, so he simply stuffed it into his chest and zipped up.
...
"Bang bang!"
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Outside the door, a woman tapped impatiently again.
Though she was dressed in a loose-fitting tracksuit, her tall figure, distinct features, and a pair of sword-like eyebrows gave her a commanding presence.
The key point was, the dozens of keys jangling on her keychain clattered loudly, surely turning heads when she walked down the street...
"Click~" Finally, the door cracked open to reveal a pair of wary eyes.
"Why take so long?" the woman voiced her dissatisfaction.
"Oh, it's the landlord. Sorry, I was just taking a shower," ng Lang said with a hint of guilt.
This was the landlord of the rental property. They had only t twice, once when he moved in, and again when she ca to collect the rent.
When he signed the lease, ng Lang learned that this seemingly too young landlord was nad Yan Weiwei.
The neighboring residents said the entire building belonged to her family, leaving ng Lang with no choice but to sigh at the sight of yet another rich second generation laying idle...
Taking a shower in broad daylight?
Yan Weiwei peeked through the door crack with so confusion, noticing that it was pitch dark inside as if the lights were off and even the curtains were drawn.
Does taking a shower require turning off lights and drawing curtains?
Are you trying to fool a ghost?
Yan Weiwei imdiately decided to push the door open but found out it was blocked by sothing and wouldn't budge!
Yan Weiwei was startled, then flew into a rage.
"Hey! I've got quite the temper! I've been collecting rent for quite so ti and this is the first ti I've encountered soone daring to resist forcefully; you open up this door right now!"
"Eh? No, no, no, don't get it wrong! I'm not resisting by force. I just feel insecure when I shower, so I block the door.
Moreover, I'm not dressed; it wouldn't be appropriate for you to co in right now!"
ng Lang, seeing that this woman was actually fierce enough to roll up her sleeves and kick the door, explained hastily as his scalp tingled.
"Bullshit! Needing a sense of security to take a shower, do you think you're Wu Yanzu?"
"My mom said, when a man is away from ho, he should know how to protect himself..." ng Lang replied.
The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly beca awkward.
Yan Weiwei gave ng Lang a once-over, who was hiding almost his entire body behind the door; she seed contemplative at first, then showed a look of disdain.
"Young man, learn to be moderate!"
Moderate what? ng Lang looked at her perplexed, sensing there must be so misunderstanding.
"Alright, I'm not interested in your personal hobbies, but when do you plan to pay last month's rent?"
"Uh... that...," ng Lang laughed awkwardly.
"Could you give a few more days? I will pay it with this month's rent as soon as I get my paycheck."
"That's fine, small business operations. The interest rate is 10%," Yan Weiwei said with a stern face, all business.
In her eyes, ng Lang was undoubtedly classified on the "untrustworthy blacklist."
"... Fine!" ng Lang gritted his teeth.
Damn it, even blacker than the banks!
Yan Weiwei couldn't be bothered with ng Lang any longer and turned to knock on the next door.
ng Lang heaved a sigh of relief and quickly closed the door. The wooden door wasn't great at soundproofing; he could faintly hear the exchange between Yan Weiwei and a young girl outside.
"Hello, Sister Yan."
"Xiao Yu is so polite, and getting cuter by the day. You will surely grow up to be a beauty. Let give you a kiss, mua~"
"Thank you, Sister Yan, my sister is not ho right now."
"She's not ho again. I'm not trying to gossip, but even though work is important, it's not right to leave you alone all the ti, really."
"It's okay, I can do howork by myself at ho. I don't need my sister to keep company."
"My dear, you're so understanding it breaks my heart. Tell your sister to spend more ti with you."
"Thank you, Sister Yan!"
"Okay! I'm off, lock the door well. Don't open it for anyone who knocks, especially that creepy uncle next door."
"I understand. I won't open the door for anyone except for my sister and Sister Yan."
"Good! That's my girl."
Then ca the sound of the door closing and her footsteps fading away with a "clip-clop, clip-clop."
ng Lang fud silently.
Such a double standard!
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