Because even not long ago, my imagination and criteria for a successful life were limited to an annual salary of one million.

From this aspect, Xiao Yu, in the second grade of elementary school, has already reached the life perception that Meng Lang had when he was 24 years old...

I couldn't help but feel sad.

And with Xiao Yu’s intelligence and hard work, the starting point of entering society in the future may be the end of his own struggle in the version of "A Tragic Life".

How qualified is a poor student to dictate the life of a future top student?

However, after reading too many autobiographies, Meng Lang gained a new understanding of life.

"Money is indeed an important criterion for judging strength, but many things cannot be solved with money. At this time, the importance of dreams is reflected."

"Like what?"

"Like health, like life, like happiness..." Meng Lang sighed and expressed his feelings.

Seeing Xiaoyu's confused look, Meng Lang said calmly.

“For example, in ten years, if I find out that I have cancer, can money save me?

For example, a disaster suddenly occurs around me, and many people I care about lose their lives. Can money bring them back to life?

Another example is that twenty years later, I got Alzheimer's disease and slowly forgot all the people around me. Can money make me happy again?

Therefore, above money, we should have a more ambitious and noble pursuit. This is the dream!

It’s harder than making money, but once you achieve your dreams, you may be able to change the whole world!”

"Well..." Xiaoyu fell into deep thought.

"Uncle, what do you mean, I should become a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded?"

"Well! I think this dream is good!"

Meng Lang looked pleased that he was a teachable child.

"I seem to understand a little bit, what is your dream, uncle?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.

"Me?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

Yes, my childhood dream fell apart after only half of it was completed. So what about my future dream?

It seems that he really hasn't thought about this issue carefully.

After thinking seriously for a moment, he gradually came to some understanding.

"My dream...should be to see a world without sadness and more interesting.

At least, when I grow old, the autobiography I write... shouldn't be a tragedy..."

"Uncle's dream is so weird."

Hearing Xiaoyu's comment, Meng Lang also smiled.

Seeing that the two of them had reached the school gate, Xiao Yu suddenly stopped.

"Uncle, I have one last question."

"Well! You always have one last question, so ask it." Meng Lang smiled.

"Um...does it make money to be a doctor?"

Meng Lang's fatherly smile froze on his face.

…

Watching Xiao Yu walk into the school, Meng Lang helplessly shook his head.

"The main reason that prevents us from living a free and noble life... is the obsession with wealth..."

After saying something to himself, Meng Lang was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure standing next to a car on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey! Captain Wang! Why are you here?" Meng Lang waved and said hello as he walked over there.

Several passers-by heard the sound and looked over.

When Wang Zhaoping heard the voice, his expression suddenly changed.

He turned around and saw Meng Lang walking slowly towards him, his face a little stiff.

But the next moment, he suddenly changed his expression to a happy one and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Director Meng! I've been waiting for you, hurry up! Come with me, the owners of the community are about to start a riot. If you don't go back, the brothers in our security team won't be able to stand it anymore!"

Meng Lang was immediately dumbfounded.

Director Meng?

Am I not just a consultant in name only?
Chapter completed!