"Heilong Province, Nenjiang..."

Chewing over this place name, even though it's the first time I've heard of it, it somehow feels very familiar.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a bit of sympathy for Manager Sun, whom I've only met once...

Shaking my head, I try to clear the strange feeling from my mind.

This little butterfly of mine keeps flapping its wings, so it's not surprising if someone gets blown away by it.

As for how they get blown away, that's not something I should be concerned about right now...

"Uncle Zhang, did you specially ask me to come over today just to eat melon?"

"Do I have nothing better to do? It's your dad, Mr. Meng, whose business is getting bigger and bigger, even the pig farming making it to TV, yet he's feeling more and more unsettled.

He wants me to keep an eye on you, to avoid any scandals on the trending topics ruining the great situation!"

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was stunned.

After thinking for a while, he finally understood why Elder Zhang was so earnest with advice on his private life as soon as they met.

Perhaps in Mr. Meng's eyes, the fate of Meng Family Village is tightly linked with Meng Lang's love life...

Ever since Gao Yuan visited Mengshan Pasture, Mr. Meng has been calling, hinting at Meng Lang's relationship with Gao Yuan.

After all, no one is foolish enough to think that an investment of over ten million is just a casual extravagance by some big boss.

However, the investment scale of Mengshan Pasture is growing more exaggerated, directly reaching the level of ten small goals.

Is this something that a normal relationship can explain?

What kind of person is Meng Lang? The Meng family's own people should know. No connections, no background, no talent...

Alright, even if Mr. Meng is thick-skinned enough to think that a dragon among men has come out of the Meng family.

But what level of talent is worthy of such a class leap?

After much thought, the whole family could only come up with one answer... perhaps this RMB came a bit too easily...

In this sort of situation, as long as the parties involved don't mind, Mr. Meng might have accepted it with gritted teeth for the sake of the village's welfare.

Unfortunately, judging by various clues, this isn't just a story between Meng Lang and one wealthy lady, but several...

As they say, often walking by the river, how can you never get your shoes wet?

The village is getting better, but Mr. Meng can't help but worry that it's all just a fleeting dream.

It's no exaggeration to say that he's now more concerned about Meng Lang's love life than his own.

However, with distance and no choice but to rely on Elder Zhang to remind Meng Lang from time to time...

"Uncle Zhang, are you asking me to check in more often just so you can watch over me for my dad?"

"Ahem! Xiao Lang, I know you young people have your own way of living, and we old folks shouldn't interfere too much.

But Uncle Zhang has been around for a while, with decades more life experience.

The world's principles, when boiled down, are just firewood, rice, oil, and salt; the warmth and coldness of life at its core is just about the one feeling between men and women.

The bustling city, don't lose your original heart..."

What is this about!

Though a bit amused, this kind of unconventional concern from family elders brings a shred of comfort to Meng Lang's otherwise challenging life journey.

"Uncle Zhang, what are you saying? Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure, I've always seen you as my guiding light.

To be honest, I've indeed been a bit restless lately."

Meng Lang sighed deeply.

"In such a short time, I've walked a path that others might take a lifetime to travel, yet wanted to see more, further landscapes.

In this world of endless things, I've slowly lost myself in my journey of self-discovery.

At one point, my initial dream was just to be a police officer, with an annual salary of a million..."

Uh...

Your one-million-a-year police officer... might have some other pathways...

Elder Zhang suppressed the urge to comment, carefully pondering Meng Lang's words that were clearly processed with a literary touch.

Hmm... "Three thousand worlds," what comes next?

"There are three I love?"

Elder Zhang twitched at the corners of his mouth.

No wonder he's a scholar, even his hints are so subtle?

He couldn't help but pat Meng Lang's shoulder with heartfelt intention.

"It's good that you know you're restless. You must know that in 'stillness' lies a 'battle,' and in 'steadiness' lies an 'urgency,' and in 'busy' lies the word 'death.'

The more you want to fight, the quieter your heart should be; the more urgent, the steadier your heart should be."

Meng Lang nodded in agreement.

As expected of the guiding light, Master Zhang, a few words hit right on the mark.

Facing the current situation, I should prepare in advance rather than getting anxious ahead.

This time, Earth cracked, and on the surface, it seemed as if the enemy was playing without principles, but actually, my accumulated hard strength wasn't enough.

With each cycle, each recursive layer, as long as this little butterfly of mine keeps flapping its wings ceaselessly, the storm of change will only grow more intense.

Manager Wang is like this, Manager Sun is like this, the Night Demon Clan...

Nature is also like this!

There's no enemy that time cannot outlast.

If there is, it must be that the time hasn't been long enough!

As long as I steadfastly carry out my 'professional turtle strategy,' without arrogance or impatience, steadily and surely...

What fear is there in alien seeds?

Though it might be a bit inhumane.

But for the sake of world peace, perhaps I should give Earth an "abortion shot"...

Earth: "..."

Seeing Meng Lang looking quite taught, Elder Zhang sighed in relief.

It seems that in "color," there is the word "knife"...

This implied line, he should... also have heard it, right?

The two scholarly people continued in their own silent mysteries, misunderstanding each other...

...

"Pfft!"

Just as Meng Lang pondered on how to give Earth a shot, our Mr. Black Cat had just finished the most significant injection of his life...

"What's this?"

Ning Shisan clutched his arm, looking curiously at Professor Zheng, whose expression was stern, and the white-coats behind him...

This scene, with so many white-coats looking so grave, seemed a bit off from the "euthanasia" atmosphere he imagined...

Professor Zheng, closely watching the changes in various medical instrument values, casually responded.

"Test Product Number 21."

"Uh... can you explain it simply?"

"Hmm... It's a chimeric T-cell stock solution made using gene-editing technology to carry an anti-gen virus vector..."

Ning Shisan: "%￥#*&￥##@"...

Rummaging through his shallow biological knowledge and linking it to the top-notch tech level of the mysterious organization, sweat directly broke out on Ning Shisan's forehead...

"Hey hey! Could this be the legendary T-virus?!"

Though I don't mind going quickly, I do mind going so insanely.

Professor Zheng: "..."

A group of medical staff: "..."

If this guy isn't joking, perhaps the cancer cells have spread to his brain?

Turns out, reading too many books and reading too few books, both inevitably lead to misunderstandings.

Seeing the test subject in front showing no rejection reaction and still able to "joke" to lighten the mood, Professor Zheng, for once, smiled and patiently explained.

"Hmm... Although you have a rich imagination, in essence, this thing is somewhat similar in principle to the T-virus.

The difference is that one causes random mutations, while ours is targeted treatment instead..."

Professor Zheng's words left Ning Shisan stupefied on the spot.

Did he just say...

Treatment?!

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