My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 322 Not Satisfied
"Ouch!" Meng Lang felt kicked in the butt, and immediately woke up from his sleep.

Blocking the sun with his hands, he barely opened his eyes, only to find his mother standing beside the haystack with her waist tucked in and staring at him.

"Mom! What are you doing! Ha~ what time is it?" Meng Lang asked with a yawn.

"What time is it! Is there anyone like you who treats guests like this? Sleeping here by yourself, let a few girls work? Is it plausible?"

Yang Hui grabbed Meng Lang's ear angrily.

"Hey! Mom, let go first, and talk about it if you have something to say. They usually don't work hard and don't know the five grains. I want them to strengthen their exercise!
Hey, where are they? "

It was only then that meng lang realized that there were still three people in the field at this moment.

"It's already noon! I let them go home to rest and prepare for lunch.

You go to the construction site and deliver this meal to your father, he won't come back for lunch today.

It's all your fault to say it, I haven't been home every day recently..."

"Can this be my fault?" Meng Lang was speechless.

He took the lunch box handed over by Yang Hui, but heard her talk again.

"After delivering the meal, come back and take this bag of rapeseed home!"

"Ah?" Looking at the sack half as tall as a person, Meng Lang looked bitter.

"Ah, what? You can't control it anymore, right?"

"No! You can do whatever you want!"

"That's about the same. If you don't work hard at all, let you strengthen your exercise!"

rash:"……"

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"Earthwork needs to be done quickly, as soon as the materials arrive..."

"The new house will be completed in a few days. The installation and testing of supporting equipment such as feeding system and manure system and personnel training are the next focus. The next batch of piglets will come soon..."

When meng lang walked to the construction site, Lao meng was wearing a safety helmet and discussing something with several other people.

"dad!"

Lao meng turned his head and saw meng lang standing behind him at some point.

"Xiao Lang, why are you here?"

"Here, mom asked me to bring you food." Meng Lang picked up the lunch box on his handle.

"Oh! It's time for dinner, let's go to dinner, let's continue in the afternoon."

When the rest of the people dispersed, a middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over with Lao Meng. He looked Meng Lang up and down and smiled.

"Manager Meng, is this your son? He really is a talented person."

"Consultant Sun has won the award, Xiaolang, come, let me introduce you. This is Consultant Sun, who was sent by Suzhou City to guide our work. During this time, Consultant Sun has been of great help."

"Hello, Consultant Sun." Meng Lang greeted with a smile.

"Don't call me Consultant Sun, I'll take care of you. You can just call me Uncle Sun. I heard that you, Xiaolang, also work in Suzhou City?" Consultant Sun asked with a smile.

Meng Lang smiled and glanced at each other.

Obviously, the sensitive word Su Shi made the other party suspicious.

"Hehe! It's just an ordinary migrant worker, making Uncle Sun laugh."

For some reason, Meng Lang's glance made Consultant Sun's heart tighten, as if his little thoughts were being exposed to the other party's eyes without any concealment.

He obviously looks like a young man who has just graduated, but his eyes are deep, as if he has been in a high position for a long time.

For a moment, he actually felt that the oppression of the other party seemed to be stronger than that of Gao Dong...

At the moment, he didn't dare to continue to open his mouth to test.

"Too modest, haha! Then what... don't disturb Manager Meng's meal, I'll go to work first."

"Hey! Consultant Sun, come over and eat together."

"no, I'm fine!"

Watching the back of the other party leaving in a hurry, Lao Meng led Meng Lang into his temporary office.

As he lifted the lid of the lunch box, he looked at Meng Lang who was looking around.

"how do you feel?"

Meng Lang turned his head and gave a thumbs up.

"Well! I haven't seen you for a while, you are becoming more and more like a leader!"

"Go! I'm asking how your breeding base is doing!"

Meng Lang looked at a 3D rendering of an office building hanging on the wall.

Um!It is almost exactly the same as in the photo of the closing time...

Some of the future has changed, but some things still retain the outline of a certain period of history...

"Cough! Not bad, I can see the embryonic form of the world's top companies!"

"Can you say something reliable!"

"Why is it unreliable? Comrade Lao Meng, we have to take a long-term view and set our ambitions high. Let him set a small goal, starting with becoming the leader of domestic ecological breeding!" Meng Lang waved his hand.

"We are a township enterprise, and we are also the leader of ecological breeding? Why don't you let our pigs fly into the sky!"

Lao Meng gave him a white look, as if he was extremely hungry, and took several mouthfuls of food.

"Huh? Dad, what you said is too reasonable! Our goal should be the stars and the sea! In the future, our breeding industry should develop to the moon and Mars!
What do you think of the big goal of 'air-air-ground integrated ecological farming'? "

"Pfft!" Lao Meng sprayed rice directly.

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!" After finally swallowing the rice stuck in his throat, he glared at Meng Lang.

"Have you watched too many cartoons! Still 'air-space-ground integrated ecological farming'? The United Nations doesn't dare to think like you!"

Meng Lang took off a few grains of rice from his face with a speechless expression.

Your proposal is very constructive...

"I want to ask you, will the big boss be satisfied with the current progress of the project!" Lao Meng was helpless, and finally asked the question he really wanted to ask.

"Oh! Tell me sooner! In fact... I'm not very satisfied!" Meng Lang looked serious.

"What?" Lao Meng's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

"Why? Is there something I didn't do well?"

"Well! The root of this problem still lies with you."

"What... what's the problem?" Lao Meng became nervous for a moment.

"The problem is... Comrade Meng, you have been away from home all day recently, and you are so busy that you don't touch the ground. Comrade Yang Hui has a lot of opinions on you!"

Lao Meng: "..."

Meng Lang didn't notice the word "#" that popped out of Lao Meng's forehead, so Meng Lang continued on his own.

"You know, our boss, he is such a broad-minded and extremely wise leader who opposes overtime work, introversion, and the impact of work on the harmonious family relationship of employees!
Your recent performance runs counter to his original intention of starting a business and promoting the harmonious and civilized development of Mengjia Village!
I hope you can seriously realize the mistakes you have made, and don't go further and further down the wrong path!

You must know how to delegate power, you must know how to combine work and rest, and you must understand that family is the most important thing, and you must... er... What are you doing, old Meng? "

"roll!"

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"Let's just leave! Why are you still fighting! I have never seen such an arrogant professional manager who dares to beat the boss..."

Meng Lang walked out of the construction site touching his butt.

Turning around, looking at Mengshan Animal Husbandry, which was showing its embryonic form little by little, Meng Lang seemed to see its magnificent future history...

In the beginning, I really just wanted to start a small family business.

Who knows, the ups and downs of life are unpredictable and overwhelming.

Ensuring food logistics when war comes is the mission that history has entrusted to Monsanto…

"Mencius Art of War" is not so much a book of war as a "strategy for industrial layout".

From public health safety, food logistics, communication, production and manufacturing...

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party didn't play cards according to the routine, maybe this would be the only time to successfully clear the "2043" level so far.

This also shows from the side that with the accumulation of scientific and technological strength time and time again, the strength gap between the enemy and us is gradually narrowing...

Technology changes the future...

"Well... let me go home and think about the satellite..."

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Damascus.

Ning Shisan returned to the tavern and threw his backpack on the table.

After returning from the battlefield, he received a new "mission order", and the plane ticket had already been bought for him.

When returning to China by plane, the weapons and equipment of these mercenaries in his backpack cannot be brought back.

The bald head was a little surprised.

"The task was completed so quickly?"

"Hmm! I'm also a little surprised..." Ning Shisan said helplessly.

The bald head opened the backpack, checked the weapons and ammunition, then took out the firearm, unloaded the magazine, and checked the muzzle of the gun again, his face was suddenly full of doubts.

As a soldier and a weapons smuggler, he was naturally familiar with his own weapons, and he immediately saw the biggest problem.

"Are you kidding, you have a mission and you haven't even fired a single shot?"

Ha ha!Don't talk about you, I don't believe it myself...

Ning Shisan couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the whole group of militants who died for no apparent reason that night.

"Brother, listen to me, let's think about retirement as soon as possible."

He patted the bald head on the shoulder with a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out of the bar door, leaving only one sentence.

"The times... have changed..."

(End of this chapter)