Chapter 9

**Knock, knock!**

Just as Meng Lang was seriously considering whether to add some performance to his own record, the sudden knocking at the door startled him.

So late, who could be visiting him?

Could it be…

Meng Lang couldn't help but swallow hard. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Uncle, I'm Xiaoyu."

"Phew~" Meng Lang let out a sigh of relief and went to open the door. There stood Xiaoyu, holding a lunch box at the door.

"Uncle, this is a gift for the new neighbors." Xiaoyu smiled and handed the lunch box to Meng Lang.

"This… I haven't prepared anything at all." Meng Lang felt a bit embarrassed.

To think that a little girl had gone through all the formalities.

It was really embarrassing for the Meng family.

"No need, this is also a thank-you gift for today."

"Then… okay, I won't be polite." Meng Lang didn't act coy anymore. He took it and sniffed it, and immediately a tempting aroma wafted out.

"Just some home-cooked dishes, I hope Uncle doesn't mind."

"How could I? I haven't had dinner yet, Xiaoyu really helped me out! By the way, where's your sister?" Meng Lang poked his head to look at the next room.

"My sister is sleeping. She's usually very busy and has to go out to work later, so she's resting for a while."

Meng Lang was taken aback.

So late and she still has to go to work?

What kind of job?

"What does your sister do?" he asked curiously.

"She's a lawyer, a top lawyer!" When mentioning her sister, Xiaoyu's smile carried a hint of pride.

A top lawyer? Living here?

And working night shifts?

Is the competition among legal elites in the country so intense now?

Meng Lang couldn't immediately connect the words "top lawyer" and "low-rent apartment."

But then a flash of insight struck him.

Lawyer? Xiaoyu's sister is actually a lawyer?

What is a lawyer?

If you are well, I will be a spare tire forever; if you are not, I will be a lifeline.

But a lifeline can save someone if done well, but if done poorly, it can sink the person. This is a high-risk profession!

In China, it's not like in the United States, where downloading a seed online can attract a dozen lawyers and a jury to watch.

In the domestic environment, cases that go to court are usually not trivial.

Therefore, the process of a lawyer representing a lawsuit often involves intense conflicts of interest, such as property, benefits, personal freedom, and even life and death.

With more cases handled by lawyers, it's not uncommon for some people with extreme thoughts to blame the conflicts between the parties on the lawyers.

A capable lawyer can dominate the courtroom and turn the tide, and the losing party will definitely hate you to the core.

A less capable lawyer, like a famous "Zhang Wei" from a certain apartment, if you hire him as your lawyer, you might end up with a 20-year sentence even if you were the advantaged party, which could make you want to kill him!

In short, this profession is too easy to offend people!

Meng Lang had been thinking, what was the motive for the murderer to kill Xiaoyu?

Was it a spur-of-the-moment decision? A random target for a "random crime."

Or was it because of some grudge, leading to a cruel act of revenge?

But a six-year-old girl couldn't possibly have such deep enmity with anyone, right?

So the only possibility was that Xiaoyu's family had a grudge with the murderer.

"The most painful way to hurt someone is never direct physical destruction…"

A line suddenly popped into Meng Lang's mind.

"Um, is it convenient for your sister… never mind, it doesn't seem convenient today. Could you ask your sister to contact me when she has time tomorrow?" Meng Lang said.

"Hmm? You want to find my sister?"

"Oh, I just have some legal issues and want to consult a professional."

Meng Lang found an excuse and skillfully took out a stack of business cards from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to Xiaoyu.

"This is my business card. The phone number is on it. Please have her call me when she has time."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll definitely tell my sister."

"Thanks, Xiaoyu, and for the lunch box."

Back in his room, Meng Lang opened the lunch box.

Shiny, stir-fried potato threads, steaming hot tomato and egg stir-fry, and a few green vegetables, all glistening under the light, emitting a tempting aroma.

A few simple home-cooked dishes and a small portion of rice made Meng Lang's mouth water.

He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, his eyes immediately brightening.

After a ravenous meal, swallowing the last grain of rice, Meng Lang patted his stomach and collapsed on the bed, feeling satisfied.

"Obedient, sensible, and with such good cooking skills, what kind of fairy sister is this… I want one…"

Xiaoyu's sweet smile from earlier floated in his mind again.

Meng Lang's smile gradually faded, replaced by a fierce expression.

"Whoever dares to have designs on the little angel, I'll send them to hell!"

He made up his mind, rolled out of bed, and opened his phone to start searching on Taobao.

To execute his plan, he needed to buy some tools first.

But unexpectedly, a 404 page popped up next.

[Sorry! The state strictly prohibits the illegal manufacture and sale of controlled instruments!]

"Emmm…"

Sometimes, living in a peaceful country can be a bit troublesome…

Forget it, I'll go to the market tomorrow.

He opened his phone again, but this time not to shop, but to start downloading apps.

Big Bull, Xiaoman, Taobao, Huabei…

Without exception, they were all top-ranking lending platforms in the country.

"Ding! 30,000 yuan has been credited to your bank account."

"Ding! 20,000 yuan has been credited to your bank account."

"Ding! 50,000 yuan has been credited to your bank account."

"Ding! 50,000 yuan has been credited to your bank account."

"Ding…"

…

The next day, when Meng Lang woke up with slightly red and swollen eyes, his first action was to check his bank account balance.

568,000 yuan!

Meng Lang stared at the balance on his phone, his eyelids twitching. After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh, feeling infinitely moved.

"So, you don't know how rich you are until you borrow money…"

He had nine credit cards, each with a credit limit mostly between 30,000 and 50,000 yuan, totaling 280,000 yuan, all of which Meng Lang withdrew in one go.

As for the online platforms, he couldn't even remember how many he had borrowed from.

In the end, Meng Lang fought until 2 AM, successfully accumulating a huge debt.

What Meng Lang paid was a credit limit nearly maxed out, plus a high interest rate of no less than 18% per year.

Such a high cost of capital, anyone who dared to borrow and invest like this would be considered a madman by everyone, even if he were a stock god!

Dangerous actions, readers, please do not imitate.

Of course, unless you also have a "biography" that can predict the future…

Meng Lang got up and stretched, but as soon as he twisted his neck, a sharp pain shot through him. "Ouch!"

Great, I have a stiff neck.

Meng Lang rubbed his neck, looking helpless.

"Indeed, the original accumulation of capital is always accompanied by pain and suffering…"

After a bit of self-deprecating humor, Meng Lang checked the time; it was already 8:30 AM.

He took out a business card and dialed the number on it.

"Hello! Is this Teacher Tony…"