Chapter 7

"Ring! Your Alipay has received 50,000 yuan."

Meng Lang's eyes widened. "We graduated from the same university, so why are we living like we're in two different classes? Is real estate that profitable?"

"It's not that I'm doing well, it's that you're doing too poorly!"

"Hey! That hurts, man. It's hard enough without you making it worse. But don't you want to know why I'm borrowing money?"

"Back in college, did you ask me why I was fighting before rushing in?"

"No, I didn't."

"Then that's settled."

Meng Lang was deeply moved. "Don't worry, I'll definitely repay you..."

"Don't be so mushy. But I'm warning you, no gambling, drugs, or prostitution. Otherwise, we won't be friends anymore."

"Am I that kind of person!"

So, when you're at a low point, how important a reliable friend can be. Meng Lang's previous dejection after reading "My Struggle" was swept away, and he was reinvigorated.

You have a series of traps, and I'll jump over each one to show you!

And the traps I should avoid, I'll avoid, but the money I should earn, I won't miss out on!

Picking up the bowl, he gulped down the chestnut porridge in front of him, wiped his mouth, and said with enthusiasm, "I have something to do this afternoon. Eat slowly, I'll go first!"

"Huh? What's up?" Duan Xian, who was putting cabbage in his mouth, looked at Meng Lang in confusion.

"Going to the bank a few times!"

"What???"

Going to the bank is one thing, but what does it mean to go a few times?

Before he could react, Meng Lang's figure had already disappeared from the door in a hurry.

Duan Xian stuffed the cabbage in his chopsticks into his mouth, chewed with half a piece of cabbage in his mouth, and frowned in thought.

Something feels off...

"Hello, your total is 128 yuan, with a 20% discount for members." At that moment, the boss's daughter blinked her big, watery eyes and handed over the bill.

Duan Xian: "..."

What about the promise that you would treat me?

Just as he was feeling gloomy, his phone rang. He glanced at it and answered.

"Hello, Mom? What's up... What?" Duan Xian's face changed...

...

When Meng Lang said he was going to the bank a few times, he really did go several times.

Huaxia Bank, Huaxia Industrial and Commercial Bank, Huaxia Construction Bank, Huaxia Credit Bank, Ming Sheng Bank...

Meng Lang, like a diligent little hamster, scurried around the city's various financial institutions.

"Hello, I'd like to apply for a credit card."

"Sure, which type of credit card would you like?"

"The one with the highest limit!"

The same opening lines, the same process, Meng Lang did it seven times.

Get the ID, fill out the forms, open the card, activate it.

Fortunately, banks now promote paperless self-service, making the card application process extremely efficient, taking no more than fifteen minutes.

Even so, Meng Lang barely managed to finish before the banks closed.

The seven credit cards in his pocket were the result of the entire afternoon, plus the two he already had, giving him a total of nine credit cards, successfully upgrading him to a "card master"!

Credit cards can accompany you through tranquil streams and romantic moments. You might not need them, but you can't do without them. In critical moments, they are your emergency fund.

That's right! Meng Lang planned to use credit cards to achieve a "primitive accumulation of capital."

Knowing the future stock market crash, how to quickly obtain a large amount of initial funds and perform a reverse operation to short the market was the key to the "quality" of Meng Lang's first pot of gold.

Money isn't everything, but without money, you can't change your fate!

Of course, applying for credit cards frequently in a short period would definitely have a negative impact on his credit score for a while.

But Meng Lang wasn't worried at all. With money, he could fix his credit score!

When he returned to the rental building, the sun was already setting.

But just as he turned a corner...

"Bang!" "Ouch!"

A small figure collided with Meng Lang's waist.

He was fine, but the little one fell backward on her bottom, and the bag in her hand dropped, scattering a few potatoes on the ground, drawing the attention of passersby.

"Hey, are you okay?" Seeing it was a little girl, Meng Lang quickly went to help her up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Sorry, Uncle, I bumped into you." The little girl apologized nervously.

"It's okay, it wasn't intentional." Meng Lang wouldn't hold it against a little girl.

But the voice seemed familiar...

Seeing the little girl frantically picking up the potatoes, Meng Lang also squatted down to help.

In the process, he caught a glimpse of a red mark on her palm and was taken aback.

"Are you hurt?"

The little girl pulled her hand back and said timidly, "It's okay, just a scrape."

Meng Lang put the last potato back in the bag, looked inside, and saw a few potatoes, some green vegetables, tomatoes, and a few eggs.

He looked the little girl up and down.

She was about 1.2 meters tall, wearing a school uniform from the nearby Qing Song Elementary School. Her chubby, round face was fair and clean, and her big, black eyes were very cute.

She looked to be around six or seven years old, an age when parents usually pick up and drop off their children, but she was carrying a basket like a housewife, which was both amusing and heart-wrenching.

"Goodbye, Uncle!" The little girl politely picked up her bag, bowed, and then turned to leave.

Seeing the little girl struggling with the bag that reached her waist and walking quickly as if in a hurry, Meng Lang felt a pang in his heart.

The little girl suddenly felt her bag lighten and looked up to see the uncle from before had taken it from her.

"I'm going the same way, I'll help you carry it for a while."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but seeing Meng Lang already walking ahead, she said, "Thank you, Uncle," and quickened her pace to lead the way.

The golden sunset stretched their shadows long, but the further they walked, the more Meng Lang's expression became strange.

Subconsciously, Meng Lang seemed to realize something.

Sure enough, when they stood in front of Building 5 in the neighborhood, Meng Lang's expression was a mix of emotions.

"Uncle, I'm here."

Meng Lang looked at the little girl with a complex expression. "You... are Xiao Yu? You live in 302?"

"Wow? Do you know me, Uncle?"

Not just know, thanks to you, I even went to prison, and was vilified by everyone!

"This is... fate, I guess..."

He muttered to himself, as if he could hear the gears of fate turning.

He finally understood some things.

For example, why this girl named Xiao Yu, who never appeared in "A Miserable Life,"

completely changed his life in "My Struggle."

There was only one explanation.

In the timeline of "A Miserable Life," he never met this little girl!

But today, the future of "A Miserable Life" had already been changed by him.

To earn his first pot of gold, he had to apply for credit cards, which led to his encounter with Xiao Yu at this moment, intertwining their fates.

This ultimately led to the future of "My Struggle"!

His brain was on fire, and a more terrifying thought emerged in his mind.

Logically, the heinous murder that happened next door should have deeply affected him, even if it was a little girl he didn't know.

But in "A Miserable Life," it was never mentioned.

Was it because he was in a state of depression and self-isolation after his investment failure, so he didn't care?

Or was it because it didn't affect him personally, so it was just a few seconds of news that didn't make it into his memoirs?

Or, in that timeline... the girl didn't die!?

Meng Lang's body stiffened.

If the last possibility was true, then the girl's death... might have been caused by him?

I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me.

If he hadn't tried to change his fate, this innocent little girl might still be living with her sister.

In a more distant future, she might have gone to an ideal university and formed a happy family with her loved one...

For his own sake, he might have destroyed a lovely girl's beautiful life?

Thinking of this, Meng Lang felt a deep sense of guilt.

He even had the impulse to reverse time and let everything return to its original path.

Wait! Now is not the time for self-blame!

If he could change his fate once, he could do it again!

Meng Lang forced his brain to calm down and reorganized the timeline.

"Since today's encounter is the cause of everything, it means the murderer likely saw me with Xiao Yu and decided to kill her and frame me?

Such a meticulous plan suggests he had been watching Xiao Yu for a long time!

That means, he should... be here!"

Thinking of this, Meng Lang was startled.

He quickly looked around.

In a fleeting moment, a figure wearing a mask and a hood turned a corner and disappeared.

Meng Lang's pupils constricted.

If he were an ordinary person, he might not have paid attention to such a passerby.

But unfortunately, Meng Lang was not an ordinary person!

He was the "god reader" who had read the entire "murder comic," also known as the "spoiler dog"!

Wearing a mask is one thing, you could say you have a cold, but it's already dusk, why wear a hood?

And that small road, if he remembered correctly, indeed led to a neighborhood entrance.

But that entrance was a fire exit, usually closed for management purposes, only opened in emergencies.

The nearby residents would know this.

So, it was a dead end!

Meng Lang's lips curled into a cold smile.

Murderer! Didn't expect that!

You were circled out in the first episode!