My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy! Chapter 68 - 66: The New Meng Mother Moves Three Times

"Morning!"

"Morning, Lawyer Lin."

Lin Haitang walked into Zhongtian Law Firm and headed to her office.

Just as she had put down her briefcase and picked up a docunt from the desk, she suddenly rembered sothing and turned to glance at the corner of the bookshelf behind her.

After a mont’s thought, she took out her phone and opened an app that resembled a cara...

Not long after...

Lin Haitang walked out of her office with an unusual expression, looked up at the spherical surveillance cara in the corner of the ceiling, and then made her way to the front desk.

"Lawyer Lin, what can I do for you?" The receptionist asked as she stood up when she saw Lin Haitang approaching.

"Xiao Wen, I wanted to ask if Lawyer Han ca to the office today?"

"Oh! Lawyer Han, she ca early in the morning. When I arrived, I just caught her leaving to et a client.

Is there sothing you need from Lawyer Han, Lawyer Lin?"

"Oh, it’s nothing pressing. I’ll contact her myself later."

"Alright, Lawyer Lin."

...

anwhile, after the eting ended...

Elder Zhang blew on the goji berries in his thermos and gave ng Lang a sideways glance.

"Your self-control has improved, I thought you were going to lose it just now."

"Uncle Zhang, it’s not that I didn’t want to blow up; it’s just that the person I wanted to blow up at didn’t co today. A sharp sword with no target is a sad thing indeed."

"Hah! You’re really feeling your oats these days. Those in the know think you’ve closed a deal, and those out of the loop might even think you’re top in sales!

Where did you hustle up this client? Finally smartening up?"

"What do you an ’hustle’, Uncle Zhang? You know , I’ve always preferred the straight and honest path over the crooked one! Our deal was purely a win-win." ng Lang protested.

"Win-win? What did you give the other party?"

"A piece of the pie."

"Heh! And that isn’t hustling?"

"Well, you tell , Jiang Taigong was fishing, and didn’t he also offer King Wen a piece of the pie? Zhuge Liang’s Longzhong Plan wasn’t that also a pie offered to Liu Bei? It’s all about aiming right! Does that count as hustling?"

"Jiang Taigong? Zhuge Liang? You’ve beco quite presumptuous these past few days!

So, Mr. ng, tell , after closing this deal, what brilliant insights do you have?"

"I can’t speak of any brilliant insights, but I do have so thoughts."

"Let’s hear them."

"Uncle Zhang, as the saying goes, ’seek truth in honesty, not in deceit,’ what are the next lines? ’I don’t fish for embroidered carp, only for kings and nobles!’

I suddenly realized that I’ve had the wrong strategy in insurance sales all along. The high-end market is where my career will take off."

"High-end market? What exactly does that entail?" Elder Zhang looked puzzled.

"For instance, let’s say I know a wealthy widow worth billions. First, I work on building rapport, and then get her to buy insurance worth hundreds of thousands, which should be no more troubling for her than buying street food, right?

In matters of conscience and legality, I’m clear, and it’s neither illegal nor unethical. Isn’t it perfect?"

"Nice ’for instance.’ If there were such a wealthy widow, I’d like to build rapport with her too." Uncle Zhang looked at him askance.

"Right? Great minds think alike!"

"Bullshit! If you think you can just walk on the street and et a wealthy widow who casually invites you for street food, then I suggest you quit your job and just wait for things to fall into your lap—it’d be more productive!" Elder Zhang laughed and scolded.

"Sigh! Actually, I really did want to quit, but seeing how Manager Wang is, I can’t leave without seeing how things end—it would be disrespectful to my old boss."

"You! Sigh! That’s the problem, young people love the excitent of a spectacle..."

"Uncle Zhang, could you tone down that smirk a bit? It doesn’t look very composed."

"Get out of here! Tell , have you found another job? Don’t take quitting lightly if you don’t have one lined up!"

"I already have a target in mind. Not to hide it from you, Uncle Zhang, but this company is ranked in the top five in the dostic industry, with assets over a hundred billion. What do you think?"

"Top five in the country? Assets over a hundred billion? Hmm! Sounds good. Huaxia Life also fits that bill, so are you planning on switching to Pacific?"

"Pfft! You think I can only ever work in insurance?"

"Well, that’s not necessarily true, maybe you could try being a security guard, or a janitor?"

"...Can’t you give so positive encouragent?"

"No, I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit too full of yourself lately. Day in, day out, all you think about are rich widows and billions.

You can’t even do insurance properly; do you really think soone will make you CEO?

Even if they did, give it two years and the company would probably go bankrupt!"

emm...

As sharp as Uncle Zhang’s words were, they hit the nail on the head, and I couldn’t even argue...

The harsh reality is, the vast majority of people in the world are diocrities.

They spend their entire lives giving it their all, just to lead a relatively diocre life.

ng Lang was certainly not a genius. He lacked ticulous thinking, wasn’t slick with sches, and was sotis a bit too naive.

Setting aside an autobiography that could see through life...

He was just a bit of an artsy guy, who liked to fantasize, and whose worldviews were slightly more upright than most.

"You’re right, Uncle Zhang, so lately I’ve been trying to better myself, like reading more books," ng Lang said earnestly.

A multitude of diocrities layered together... should count as so kind of genius, right?

After all, three cobblers outdo Zhuge Liang, don’t they?

"Okay then, I don’t care how you improve yourself, but do you know what day it is next week?"

"Next week?" ng Lang thought uncertainly and said, "Your birthday, Uncle?"

"Pfft!" Elder Zhang sprayed his wolfberry tea out!

He glared at ng Lang. "Next week is Qingming Festival!"

"Err..." That was awkward.

"Why bring it up out of the blue?" ng Lang chuckled dryly.

"I’m reminding you on behalf of Mr. ng. Is it too much to ask for you two to stop making the middleman?"

"My dad asked you to tell ?"

"What else? Is it my ancestors who are engraved with your family na?" Elder Zhang shot him a disdainful look.

"Why didn’t he just tell directly?" ng Lang muttered.

"Tell you? With both of your temperants, a kind word would end up turning sour!"

"Why didn’t my mom say anything, then?"

"Your mom does want you to go back inside, but she’s always worrying about the inconvenient travel and the long trip, saying you should avoid trouble when you can. Isn’t that just because she can’t bear to see you go back and forth?

It would be strange if she brought it up!

According to Mr. ng’s exact words, your mom wishes she could move the ancestral grave to Su City every Qingming.

"ng Lang: "..."

...

Stepping out of the company, ng Lang sighed softly.

"Having been away for so long, it really is ti to go ho for a visit..."

He couldn’t help but smile warmly, thinking of his mother bustling in the kitchen during each winter or sumr break, and her attempts to pack his entire suitcase when he was leaving.

"Move the ancestral grave to Su City?"

Rembering the joke his father made, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"’New ng mother’s relocation’? Man, my mom is truly a genius!"