Lying flat or struggling, both lives are very happy.

Only those who waver between these two choices are the saddest and most painful, right?

Just when the negative emotions were overwhelming, a cry of selling suddenly came from my ears.

"Cheap rice rolls, we sell rice rolls. Authentic Cantonese rice rolls, delicious and cheap!"

"Huh?" Hearing that the voice sounded familiar, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the food stall nearby.

At this glance, he was immediately stunned.

Indeed, as mentioned in the book, I met an "acquaintance" here today.

In a common mobile cart, Wang Xianfu, whom he had met several times before, was hawking while holding a shovel and sweating profusely on the iron plate.

The rice milk is poured into the steaming plate in a thin layer, and a thin paper-like rice roll skin is steamed out in a burst of smoke.

Brush a layer of sauce on it, then pour in various auxiliary ingredients, and fold the rice rolls skillfully...

In the past, he was a successful entrepreneur who never left his Hermès bag, but now he wears an apron and hangs out among the vendors, shouting hard.

What's going on?

Even though his mentality was a little shattered by the future of this episode, Meng Lang couldn't help but be stunned in his heart.

The owner of BMW Xiangche changed his career to a Cantonese rice roll vendor?

Isn’t your crossover a bit abrupt?

Wang Xianfu on the other side soon discovered the dazed young man in front of the stall.

The moment he saw Meng Lang, a trace of uneasiness and panic flashed across his face.

He was a little embarrassed when his acquaintances saw his desolate appearance, most importantly the parents of his son's classmates.

"Brother Wang, what are you..." Meng Lang looked strange.

"Ahem! It turns out it's Brother Meng who's out for morning exercises so early. Come on, if you don't mind, sit down and have breakfast. I'll treat you."

Wang Xianfu looked embarrassed, but he quickly cleared the small table next to him, and his chubby face was quickly filled with a smile again.

It's just that the curve of the corner of his mouth is somewhat bitter.

"Uh... ok, no need to treat me. Give me some shrimp rice rolls and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay! Come right away!"

Meng Lang, who hadn't had breakfast yet, sat down and looked at the busy Wang Xianfu with a strange look on his face.

The reason why I continued my morning run in a bad mood today was simply because I was curious about who the "acquaintance" specifically mentioned in the book was.

From what I heard, the other party seemed to be a failed professional accountant as well.

When I came here today to take a look, this failed posture is indeed a bit strange...

Hmm! Either way, people are a kind of comparison animal. Seeing the other person's life not doing well, Meng Lang's mood improved for some reason.

Within two minutes, a portion of rice rolls, which were crystal clear, shiny and very appetizing, was delivered.

In addition to soy milk, it also comes with a small plate of crispy radish.

"Brother Wang, look at your actions, don't you look like a novice?" Meng Lang asked curiously.

There were no customers at the stall, so Wang Xianfu wiped his hands on his apron.

"Haha! I'm not from a rich family. I did all kinds of dirty and tiring jobs when I went to the south.

I worked in a factory to tighten screws and set up a stall on the street. This skill was developed at that time.

Fortunately, I'm not rusty, and I can still eat some food today."

A look of self-deprecation appeared on Wang Xianfu's face.

"Oh! I'm not afraid of my brother's jokes. I've had some problems in my business recently, and my life... is a bit tight. No, I can only go back to my old job temporarily...

If you want to blame me, just blame me for my bad luck..."

Listening to the other party's story, Meng Lang finally learned about the other party's recent experiences.

It is not unusual to say it, just like the familiar experience of many small contractors.

The real estate developer owes the construction unit, the construction unit owes the outsourcing team, the big contractor owes the small contractor, and the small contractor owes the migrant workers...

The real estate owner owed money and became a deadbeat, but the bank treated him with respect. After all, it was not clean.

The background of the construction unit is too strong, and the big contractors dare not speak out.

Therefore, the worst thing is that they, the small contractors, cannot get money from their superiors, but a group of migrant workers below have to collect debts in the middle of the night.

Selling houses and cars couldn't fill the hole, so I had no choice but to go out to "perform".

Speaking of which, Wang Xianfu can be regarded as a typical self-made worker. He went out to work at a young age. After saving some capital, he opened a small company and worked as a contractor.

With my hard work and the contacts accumulated over the years, I caught up with the real estate trend.

With the same name as the other party, he became one of the lucky ones who got rich first.

It's just that the sky has unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and blessings.

Wang Xianfu, who originally planned to replace his Audi with scissor doors in the second half of the year, did not expect to replace it with a small three-wheeler...

Sure enough, if you want to make a class jump, you must first avoid the middle class returning to poverty...

"Alas! Obviously the housing prices in the market are still very strong, so why can't such a big company get out the money..."

Hearing such sighs, Meng Lang felt a little emotional for a moment.

The market reaction is always slower than capital.

I haven’t seen the Hong Kong man who was the most aggressive in real estate speculation in the past two years. Isn’t even the Xu Group, which is at its peak, trying to transform?

In the game of beating the drum and passing flowers, the person who runs last will definitely suffer the worst.

Now it's just a small-scale capital chain problem. In two years, when the lid can no longer be closed and even ordinary people can feel the chill, that's when the dominoes will really spread...

Hmm... Speaking of which, it seems that he was one of the unlucky people who bought a house in 2018.

And it's even worse. I didn't buy the right spot, so I jumped in and lost my life...

From this point of view, it seems that he is really not qualified to say that people get rich first and realize later.

"Brother Wang, there's no need to be too pessimistic. Since you've been able to come this far step by step, you can naturally make a comeback. Who hasn't had a low point in their life?" Meng Lang could only comfort him like this.

"Ha! My family knows their own affairs, and I'm about to run away. How many opportunities can this era leave for people like me?

But brother, I don’t think too much about it, it’s just enough for our family to live a small life.

Even though my business is small, it’s not much less than what I earned before if I work hard.

Next, I plan to pay back as much as possible what I owe, and then borrow some capital from my father-in-law, and then open a small restaurant in Wu City.

There are many opportunities inland, and I still have some connections there, which should come in handy..."

However, he didn't notice that Meng Lang looked at him with even more sympathy...

No wonder even your own brothers can't bear to look at you, your life path is always to hit the muzzle of a gun!

Wang Xianfu sighed, his eyes turning a little red as he spoke.

"Oh! I don't care about anything else. I just feel sorry for Xiao Kai. I spoiled him since he was a child, but I failed to give him a good condition."

As he said this, he looked at Meng Lang sheepishly.

"Brother Meng, I don't want my child to be affected by things at home, and I'm worried that he won't be able to accept it for a while.

So I want to ask you, never tell the children about my stall..."

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, looking at Wang Xianfu with a sincere expression, and then he understood what was going on with the enthusiasm he had shown when they met him.

It turned out that I was worried that my children would be discriminated against by classmates...

I lowered my head and looked at the rice rolls. I could tell from the fullness that they had enough ingredients.

From being popular in front of others, to now carefully trying to please...

I can only sigh in my heart..."Father's love is like a mountain"!

"Don't worry, I'm not a gossip."

"Thanks……"

"Boss, a piece of barbecued pork rice roll!"

"Here we come! Brother Meng, I'm sorry, you eat slowly, I'm going to greet the guests first."

Seeing the other party getting busy again, Meng Lang took a bite of the rice rolls and felt a little off.

I couldn't help but put down my chopsticks and sighed.

To be fair, he had no ill feelings towards Wang Xianfu.

Although some nouveau riche like to show off and compare, he is just like the millions of Chinese people who have worked hard to get rich, relying on their own hands to work step by step to achieve the life they have today.

Simply because the other party did not run away due to debt, but instead found ways to repay the debt, he deserves more respect than most well-dressed businessmen.
To be continued...