"Parents, please sit down in an orderly manner and avoid crowding."
"Parents of Class 2 and Class 3, please go to the left side of the stands and take your seats according to your number."
"Xiao Mengzi, look at the ticket number Xiaoyu gave us?"
"16,17,18."
"Here, here, eh! Hello, please bring me a bag of popcorn and two bottles of salt soda." Yan Weiwei stopped a passing vendor.
Sitting down among a crowd of bustling parents, Meng Lang felt the lively atmosphere of the world, but his mood was a little heavy.
In another 25 years, everything in front of me will probably disappear like a beautiful bubble...
Too bad!
Why do I, a salted fish who eats steamed buns and fried dough sticks and only thinks about surviving until the end of his life, always have to bear pressure that I should not bear at my age...
Does this count as a passive "worrying before the world's worries"?
"Uh...Brother Meng, are you here too?"
At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice sounded in my ears.
Meng Lang turned around and saw Wang Xianfu, whom he had met several times, sitting down next to him.
Following him was his wife, who was obviously also here to watch the child's performance.
Wang Xianfu glanced at Yan Weiwei sitting next to Meng Lang and twitched the corners of his mouth.
Seeing the unnatural look on Wang Xianfu's face, Meng Lang just nodded weakly.
"Yeah, what a coincidence."
He immediately turned his head as if not to disturb me.
My heart is already in turmoil, so don’t let me participate in any more intrigues in the parent theater...
If possible, he just wants to send an emoticon right now - Leave me alone!
Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang's "dejected" look, and the look on his face became even weirder.
"What's wrong with you? Are you listless when you come out today? Uh~ Kacha! Kacha!"
Yan Weiwei looked at Meng Lang and threw two popcorns she had just bought from the vendor into her mouth.
"It's nothing, I just feel tired. Maybe the more a person knows, the less happy he will be..."
The more you know, the less happy you become?
What does he know?
Yan Weiwei's eyes flashed guiltily, "Well...if you have something on your mind, you can talk to a friend. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in alone, haha!"
Well, it is true that if a person holds it in, he will really become depressed.
This is probably the reason why I chose to confess everything to Xiaoyu at the end of my life.
"Alas! It's not easy for me to talk. The trust between people... must at least be the kind of life-and-death friendship..." Meng Lang sighed.
Unsatisfactory things often happen, but it is no different from the person speaking. Only when you encounter this kind of thing will you know how difficult it is to find a suitable listener.
How many people can trust their lives like Xiaoyu?
"Well……"
But when Yan Weiwei heard these words, it had a different meaning.
Friend of life and death?
Is he making fun of me? It must be right?
She curled her lips and said, "Okay, okay, don't beat around the bush. Last night's payment has indeed arrived. I'll transfer 500,000 to you later."
"Huh?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.
"You didn't say when the money arrived? Wait! Why is it 500,000? Didn't you agree on 1 million?"
"You sell insurance and you don't get commission? After all, I am also the introducer!"
Meng Lang was speechless for a moment, "50% commission, you have the nerve to open your mouth! The insurance company doesn't even blame you!
But you can hack me, but you can’t hack my money!"
This is money from the "Foundation that works hard to save itself until the end of its life and save the world at the same time." How dare you talk about a commission?
Do you know that you are holding back people all over the world?
"What is black! I'm keeping it for you temporarily. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Men become bad when they have money'.
In order to prevent you from becoming rich overnight, Shi Lezhi, I will save this money for you first." Yan Weiwei said plausibly.
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
That makes sense, but isn't this housekeeper's posture inappropriate?
"Okay, okay, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, which will save me money every month." Meng Lang curled his lips.
With Yan Weiwei's net worth, she doesn't look down on a mere 500,000 yuan. She probably thinks that she really has no money and wants to give herself a "cooling off period"?
But... men become bad when they have money?
Ha! Then I am really bad.
…
"What's wrong with you? Is your face cramped?" Mrs. Wang looked at her husband strangely.
From the beginning, my face has been twitching non-stop. Didn't you have this problem before?
"No...it's okay." Wang Xianfu's expression was wonderful.
Although the scene was a bit noisy, the conversation between the two people around him still reached his ears intermittently.
[The reward from last night has indeed arrived, I will transfer 500,000 to you later.]
[Why 500,000! Didn’t we agree on 1 million? 】
[You sell insurance and you don’t charge a commission? After all, I’m also the introducer!]
[Okay, okay, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, which saves me money every month.]
Listen! Listen to this conversation! Is this human talk?
Forget it last time, it was in front of the elementary school. Now it’s inside the elementary school! Can you be a little more civic-minded?
Wang Xianfu has already imagined a small theater that is not suitable for children.
He originally thought that the relationship between the two people was that of a keeper and a scumbag, a spare tire and a scumbag, but he didn't expect that the relationship between the two seemed to be more complicated than he thought...
As an introducer, you get super high commissions, and you also have to pay monthly venue fees to work for her. This rich woman is a complete industrial chain by herself!
No wonder people can afford such luxury cars.
But...this little brother is too much punishment!
One million a night? It’s almost as much as my entire year’s income, okay?
Is this the situation in the domestic high-end market?
I have nowhere to put my envy and jealousy...
At this moment, a beautiful woman wearing a small suit caught Mr. Lemon King's eyes.
Although he was dressed very differently from last time and wore a pair of large black-framed glasses, Wang Xianfu still recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this one of the "spare tires" who was with Meng Lang that day?
From the way she was looking around, she seemed to be looking for someone.
Wang Xianfu's eyes lit up.
Let me just say it! How can you walk by the river without getting your shoes wet!
Even the master of time management has times when his program schedule is chaotic, right?
Could it be that this is the Shura field that I love to see next?
If two women fight, or if Meng Lang is beaten by two women in a mixed doubles...
Should I pretend to start a fight, or should I quickly pick up my phone and record a video, lamenting the deterioration of the world in the circle of friends?
To be continued...