My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 818 - 490: One Red Heart.

To be fair, Meng Lang’s few "suggestions" are indeed somewhat unrealistic demands.

What appear to be long-standing social issues that have been criticized if delved deeper, are essentially complex historical legacy problems.

Take labor laws for example: if strictly enforced, they would undoubtedly be a significant competitive disadvantage for domestic enterprises.

In the early days of the nation’s founding, with no technology and no capital, barely scraping by, how could one compete with established Western enterprises without relying on population dividends and extreme utilization of manpower?

Millions toil while the capitalists reap happiness.

Without the virtually nonexistent 12333, how can we create substantial profits for enterprises?

How can we talk about attracting foreign investment to boost GDP?

Take the series of food safety issues, for instance: at first glance, they seem to harm people’s health slightly, but over time, how much food that should have gone bad and wasted was conserved, and how much originally inedible provisions were increased?

It can be said that an indelible contribution was made to the nation’s strategic grain security!

Without the relevant departments turning a blind eye, with the vast population base of Country Hua, don’t mention fake bird’s nests or fake beef, you wouldn’t even be able to buy honey without syrup.

If you can’t even get adulterated honey, how can you enhance the sense of happiness and fulfillment for citizens after hard work, and build a harmonious society?

As for the Red Evil, Evil Feet, Blue Evil, and the financial market, they have contributed significantly to creating the "first to get rich."

Why have the leaders’ children and relatives flocked to sports and finance industries?

If your whole extended family isn’t wealthy, how can you be?

If you’re not wealthy, how can Commissioner Geng be?

If Commissioner Geng isn’t wealthy, how can he serve the nation wholeheartedly and remain steadfast in faith?

If faith isn’t firm, the earth will shake and mountains will tremble...

Even the keyboard warriors know about the hazards; how can the higher-ups not?

With fourteen billion people in Country Hua, no one would underestimate the collective wisdom of the elite emerging from such a massive base.

It’s just that in politics, many times it’s not about right or wrong but about choices...

So don’t say it’s just one Mr. Hu, even ten Mr. Hus couldn’t resolve these interconnected historical legacy problems with a single word.

Meng Lang himself feels a bit unscrupulous making things difficult for others.

"You’re right, human effort sometimes has its limits; I was somewhat overly confident.

But it sounds like... this ’Demon Hunter’ holds some prejudices against us..." Mr. Hu didn’t explain; he just furrowed his brows deeply.

With such talent, if they continue to remain "in the wild" without accepting recruitment, it’s not a big issue.

But if such talents continue "in the wild" without a sense of belonging to the nation, and even suffer some unfair treatment themselves... then that’s really a problem!

Who knows if they’ll add a "backdoor" in a developed program, stabbing in the back at critical moments?

Or directly jump ship to an enemy nation, turning the blade inward...

Mr. Hu’s brows were tightly knit, and even the female officer beside him looked at Meng Lang with a dangerous glint.

It seemed that if there was any disagreement, she wanted to apprehend Meng Lang on the spot for severe interrogation, to bring out the Demon Hunter for thought reform...

Seemingly sensing the heavy atmosphere in the air, Meng Lang quickly said.

"Hey! Mr. Hu, please don’t misunderstand; he’s just lacking a sense of security, and now, being used to freedom, finds it unbearable to be constrained like before..."

"Wait!" Mr. Hu suddenly interrupted Meng Lang.

"The constraints from before... do you mean to say this ’Demon Hunter’ was once our insider?"

"Uh... I never said that." Meng Lang coughed lightly, playing the role of someone who accidentally let something slip.

"In any case, he has no prejudice against the country, only a pure heart and preparations for twenty circumstances!"

"Twenty preparations?" Mr. Hu was a bit puzzled.

"Cough! Mr. Hu, could we have a word in private?" Meng Lang pointed outside.

Although he had been very cautious, gradually revealing some technical aspects, the "Demon Hunter" alias was slowly touching the high-levels’ "alert line," arousing some suspicions.

He knew that if he couldn’t gain the trust of the other party today, the ensuing investigation into Baiyeji would be limitless.

Even Baiyeji’s future development might be restricted...

Mr. Hu glanced at Meng Lang and nodded.

"Xiao Chu, arrange a room for us."

"Mr. Hu, this..." The female officer named Xiao Chu hesitated, glancing at Meng Lang, clearly worried about safety issues.

"Go!"

"Yes..."

...

"Knock knock!"

In the quiet room, Meng Lang tapped the wall.

"Mr. Hu, how’s the soundproofing of this room?"

Seeing Meng Lang’s cautious expression, Mr. Hu thought, could it be that the other party has figured it out and wants to reveal the Demon Hunter’s identity?

"Rest assured, this room is specifically designed for private consultations with international dignitaries, blocking all electronic signals and equipped with special soundproofing.

Even if someone outside is holding a listening device, they won’t hear our conversation." freēwēbnovel.com

"Hmm... that’s good." Meng Lang said, mysteriously pulling something out of his pocket...

"What is this?"

"A brocade bag, of course."

"Uh..."

He looked at the knitted small cloth bag placed on the table and then at Meng Lang.

"So, does it contain some brilliant plan?"

"I don’t know. The ’Demon Hunter’ sent it to me, not letting me open it, saying that if anyone from the country sought him, I should give it to them.

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