My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!

Chapter 269: Chapter 191 Who is Swimming Naked_3

"Just two words—show off!"

"Uh... is it that obvious?" Meng Lang felt somewhat embarrassed.

You need to overcome your vanity, your desire to boast, your little smarts that always want to steal the spotlight...

Meng Lang reflected on himself for a moment, then blamed his faults on drinking too much and getting tipsy...

"You seem to observe quite carefully, huh..." Meng Lang said, his gaze strangely fixed on her.

Having one’s micro-expressions read by someone else complicated the feelings a bit.

This Yan Weiwei was indeed a formidable opponent in the Perception System!

"Who made me a martial artist!" Yan Weiwei said somewhat proudly.

"Although I can’t tell the size or anything at a glance... Observation of others is something I have been trained in from a young age.

Sometimes I don’t need to see someone’s actions, just by looking at their facial expressions and eyes, I can judge the timing of their next move."

That impressive?

Should I start training myself, and, combined with "overclocking my brain," could I possibly dodge a gunman’s bullets by anticipating them?

Or more realistically, could I dodge an "assassin’s" embroidery needle?

Uh... it seems the other party is wearing a mask...

Damn!

"Aren’t you going back? Is business finished?" Meng Lang asked Yan Weiwei curiously.

"Yeah! I’ve heard enough of what I needed to listen to, staying any longer serves no purpose, and I don’t like this kind of environment."

"Oh! What kind of project were you discussing?" inquired Meng Lang with curiosity.

"Currently, there are two projects. One is Mr. Bao’s car manufacturing project, and the other is Mr. Qu’s movie investment.

If everything goes as expected, my junior brother should choose one of them to invest in, and then I’ll just follow his lead with a no-brainer investment.

It seemed like my junior brother is more inclined towards Mr. Bao’s proposal."

"Hm... how much do you plan to invest?"

"Twenty million. That’s all my personal wealth," she said.

"Oh..." Meng Lang pondered thoughtfully.

Yan Weiwei glanced at him and, noticing that his expression barely changed, couldn’t help but snort.

"What, do you look down on my twenty million? Well, sure, after seeing a billionaire like Xiao Fu, you naturally wouldn’t be impressed by our mere millions."

Yan Weiwei was referring to Gao Yuan.

"Nonsense!" Meng Lang retorted with conviction.

Who says seeing a few billions makes one not impressed by a few millions...

I too wouldn’t be impressed by tens of billions!

"I just think that Mr. Bao’s project seems a bit iffy. If you’re going to invest, better to be cautious."

Yan Weiwei looked at him strangely.

"You haven’t even heard the specific details of the project, and you’re here saying it’s unreliable, on what basis?"

The basis, of course, is that he couldn’t even qualify for the friendship sponsorship list, obviously being eliminated by history!

"I divine with a touch..."

"Speak human language!"

"Oh!" Meng Lang thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I used to drive an ’Idol mini,’ you know that? The car, how should I say it? It’s good enough for getting around, and cheap too, but I’ve inquired about its selling price. More than half of it is government subsidy; the technology content is too low.

If one day the state subsidies decline...

It’s only when the tide goes out that you discover who’s been swimming naked..."

Yan Weiwei didn’t quite understand, but she slowly nodded anyway.

"Great! I’m betting on you this time!"

"You trust me that much?" Meng Lang was somewhat moved.

"Who told you to be such a prophet of doom! You’ve hardly ever been wrong when predicting the bad!"

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was at a loss for words but still asked another question.

"What’s the movie Mr. Qu is planning to make called?"

"Hmm... it seems to be called... that’s right! ’Pegasus’?"

Meng Lang: "..."