Chapter 1094: Traditional Craftsmanship

Yu Chuhui let out an "ah" and lay down on the small sofa in the living room: "I'm finally back, I'm really exhausted today. Hey, Sister Zhu, what do you think of this Wang Yan?"

"Brother Yan is a good person. I feel he understands me particularly well. He always has a smile on his face, giving people a particularly reliable feeling, and he doesn't have any airs, speaks nicely, and is humorous. It's been more than a month since I moved in, why haven't I met him until now?"

"I'm asking Sister Zhu, not you. You're saying he's good now? Taking his enthusiastic help for granted, do you think he'll still give you a smile if he knows?"

Speaking of this, Yu Chuhui looked at Zhu Zhe. "Sister Zhu, I think he must have seen it. I can see He Minhong's little thoughts, and Wang Yan's cultivation is much higher than mine; I'm just a small witch in front of a big witch.

He must be the kind of ruthless person who looks amiable to everyone but actually doesn't show his joy or anger. He would be smiling even when stabbing someone. He wouldn't care about He Minhong's heartless thoughts at all; hearing them would be like not hearing them."

"Still talking about me, aren't you also disparaging others behind their backs?" He Minhong pouted, glared, and was unconvinced.

"I'm having a normal discussion, what are you? Don't think I don't know, you said behind my back that I was a social butterfly, and then secretly deleted it. Is it that the more books you read, the dirtier and filthier your thoughts are?"

"I didn't mean it, it was just normal gossip."

"Alright, then I'll gossip too. He Minhong looks like a white lotus, but actually, she's a green tea bitch, pretending to be pure on the surface, but actually very bad behind the back."

"You..."

"What about me? You can say me, but I can't say you? You didn't even talk to me much, and you said I was a social butterfly. I have some understanding of you now, saying you're bitchy, hypocritical, and two-faced, can't I? We aren't your parents, we have no obligation to indulge you."

"Alright, alright, we all live in the same room, say less."

Zhu Zhe was again the mediator. She said: "Although Ah Chu's words are exaggerated, they are not far off. I've seen so many people over the years, rich and poor, but I've really never seen anyone like him. Of course, it might be because I haven't had such close contact with such a big shot before. Alright, it's getting late, hurry up and wash up and sleep. Let's play rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins washes first."

"Sister Zhu, I'll be last."

"Then I'll be second, you go first, Sister Zhu," Yu Chuhui looked at He Minhong triumphantly.

The latter rolled her eyes, hummed, and trotted back to her own room...

At the same time, in 2203 next door, Ye Zhenzhen was also on the phone with her parents.

"Yes, he lives on the floor above us. He should be quite capable, and he knows martial arts. He's enthusiastic and dares to step in to help on the street, so he definitely can't be bad. He's particularly interesting, speaks particularly humorously, and we chatted particularly well... And the neighbor in 2201, we had some contact today too. It seems she's also trained. He Minhong even said she's a secret agent..."

Listening to their precious daughter sharing the interesting things of the day, Ye Zhenzhen's parents looked at each other and were about to start the traditional skill of Joyful Song. They loved to investigate people for no reason...

In 2201 opposite, Lucy, who had returned earlier, was already asleep, sleeping early and rising early to get enough energy. But even in her dreams, she was frowning tightly...

Wang Yan woke up early as usual, got up, and stood by the window, looking at Shanghai in the morning. At this time, it was just dawn, covered in a thin mist that hadn't dissipated yet. The view from the 24th floor was like being in the clouds.

He rotated his neck, stretched his arms, bent his waist backward, and cracked his body. Then he went to get a glass of warm water, drank it all in one go, found sportswear, and put on a baseball cap to cover his messy hair.

2301, this house was exactly the same as the previous one, both were 23 leaping to 24, and there was a large rooftop terrace. The furnishings inside the house were also the same. What was different was that the books on the cabinet had been changed. The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall had also been changed, but they were still what he had written and painted over these years, only the level was much higher than before, so there was nothing special.

However, because of that kind of familiarity spanning a thousand years, he always felt something was different. He often met familiar people, but he knew they weren't really familiar. This house, however, was completely familiar, the first time in his more than a thousand years of life experience.

It was because he had a heart of iron; otherwise, his memories, which could crush a person, would have been stirred up this time. A thousand years of life, true and false, who knew how much was true and how much was false? That would ruin one's Dao heart.

After tidying up, Wang Yan went out and downstairs, starting a new day of exercise.

There was still a People's Park nearby, where he used to run and exercise with Andy. This park facilitated the leisure and exercise of hundreds of thousands of people nearby, which was very good.

But it wasn't that lively in the early morning, only some old men and old women. Being able to exercise while working, especially without the habit of sleeping early, but still getting up early, that was a ruthless person. But that exercise didn't seem very healthy; it might even shorten one's life. After all, one must rest well and nourish one's spirit before talking about exercising to be healthy and live a long life.

As usual, he started long-distance running, but he suppressed his speed, running fifteen kilometers in one hour. Then he found a place with few people and started practicing boxing, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Not bad, up so early? I see your WeChat sports is over twenty thousand, directly topping my circle of friends. You must have run more than ten kilometers, right?"

Lucy, who was also exercising early, walked up to Wang Yan, shaking her phone.

"Fifteen kilometers," Wang Yan replied while practicing boxing. "Have you adapted?"

"I guess so. Even if I don't adapt, I have to start exercising. I feel my physical state has declined a lot."

"You actually have the perseverance to get up early to exercise while working, amazing, amazing."

"I'm already thirty. If I want to maintain physical vitality and ensure my figure, I have to pay something," Lucy smiled. "What kind of boxing are you practicing?"

"Baguazhang."

"Do you think traditional martial arts can fight?"

"Whether it's traditional martial arts, Western boxing, Nanyang boxing, or Jeet Kune Do, or the Israeli Krav Maga that people talk about like flowers, they are all techniques. It's just letting people know how to exert force, how to maintain distance, how to counter joints, how to escape, knowing where to hit with this punch, how much force to use, and what kind of damage it can cause.

But whether one can fight in the end depends on personal physical quality and psychological quality. The most basic strength and speed must be in place; so-called martial arts in the world can only be broken by speed, and speed and strength complement each other. One must also be calm in the face of danger and have a clear head. Hands, eyes, body, method, and steps must all be controlled well."

"Understood, that is to say, others may not be able to, but you can fight very well."

"You are good at capturing information," Wang Yan didn't stop his movements and smiled. "It's not that I can fight very well, I just ensure that when I really fight with someone, I won't just throw wild punches. But it's already the 21st century, a society ruled by law, so what if you can fight? You punch down, and you still have to beg people not to die."

Lucy laughed out loud, amused. She put her hands on her hips: "You talk too funnily, you don't have the airs of a big boss at all."

"We're all human, everyone is equal, what airs are there to put on? Breakfast together in a while?"

"No, I have to control my diet," Lucy waved her hand. "Going for a run, bye."

"I still prefer to say goodbye."

"Then goodbye."

With a smile, Lucy nodded toward Wang Yan, and then trotted away.

Wang Yan smiled and continued practicing his boxing. After finishing, he went to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the complex to eat breakfast, then went back to take a shower, changed into casual clothes, and then took the car keys to go to work.

As a hands-off boss, he didn't have any work, but he still had to understand the company that made money for him to spend. Of course, he actually understood everything, the "Living Ancestor" had information, but it was always better to see it in person.

He called the elevator, the elevator door opened, the elevator door closed, basically before he even started, the elevator stopped and opened the door again.

"Morning, Wang Yan."

"Morning, Brother Yan."

It was Ye Zhenzhen and the three from 2202, who greeted Wang Yan with different forms of address.

"Morning to you all," Wang Yan responded with a smile, and thoughtfully held the elevator's open button, saying, "It seems my premonition yesterday was right. We'll see each other more often in the future. Don't say, it's really fate."

"I said yesterday that I had the same premonition," Ye Zhenzhen smiled. "We've been here for more than a month, but we haven't met even once. As a result, after yesterday, we met this morning. What did you say yesterday?"

"I remember, I remember," He Minhong said, "Brother Yan said, fate is truly wonderful."

"A good student who listens carefully."

"Hehe~" He Minhong giggled.

Yu Chuhui asked: "Brother Yan, you're such a big boss, do you still have to go to the company so early?"

"The call auction is at 9:15, and the market opens at 9:30. From here to my company, it's a car ride of more than an hour, so it's just right to leave now. But I don't go often, just go to take a look occasionally. Today is an occasional day."

Wang Yan explained and looked at Zhu Zhe: "You go with me, it's just on the way to Shangpu Hotel."

"Then I won't be polite."

"You shouldn't be polite."

Yu Chuhui sighed: "He Minhong goes with Zhenzhen, Sister Zhu goes with Brother Yan, only I am alone, sigh..."

At a height of 22 floors, although it was the time to go to work in the morning, under the operation of two elevators, everyone didn't say a few words before arriving at the underground garage.

"Jiji, Wang Yan, leaving now, goodbye."

"Brother Yan, Sister Zhu, goodbye."

Ye Zhenzhen took He Minhong into the car and left decisively.

Watching Zhu Zhe walk toward the passenger seat of the S8, Wang Yan said: "Drive this one today."

"I've gained knowledge by following you. I only knew Porsche before, but to say I've sat in this, this is really the first time," Zhu Zhe still habitually flattered people.

"What Porsche, it's just a means of transportation. Get in the car."

After getting in the car, he adjusted the music and air conditioning first, and then Wang Yan drove out of the underground garage and merged into the morning rush hour traffic.

"Shanghai has so many people and cars, it's like this every morning."

"Big city, it's all like this. People are sharpening their heads wanting to stay."

"I'm one of those sharpening their heads. I told you yesterday, I'm a vocational school graduate, walking out of that kind of small place, and having a middle-management job here has already exhausted I don't know how much of my energy.

Seeing that I'm getting older, newcomers are getting more and more capable, each one more educated than the last. I'm conscientious every day, just afraid of losing this job. If I have to look for a job again now, I definitely won't find one as good as the current one. Every day I feel exhausted, panicked, and anxious..."

Wang Yan supported the car window with his left hand and controlled the steering wheel with his right, looking relaxed and casual: "It's all the same, people want to run forward, afraid of falling behind, falling down, it's all difficult."

"No way, a big boss like you is also anxious?"

"Of course, worrying about spending money every day."

Looking at Zhu Zhe's speechless look, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "You think so, right? Actually, it's not. The financial market is treacherous. Although there are fewer stories of getting rich overnight now, there are occasionally people who earn dozens of times the profit. Similarly, there are people who explode their positions, go bankrupt, and return to zero in half a day, lining up on the rooftop to jump down.

Someone once told me, you know the Empire State Building in New York, right? I nodded, and he said it takes an hour to run from the bottom to the top, and it only takes 8.8 seconds to jump from the top. No one always wins; losing today and losing more tomorrow is the norm. You tell me, how stimulating is that? You think I'm quite dashing now, but who knows when I'll jump off a building? Sometimes I think, what posture should I use to 'bia' down to be dashing?"

"Then you are truly dashing, with this mentality, it definitely won't be bad. But let's not talk about such unlucky things," Zhu Zhe changed the subject and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, where is your company?"

The reason she hitched a ride was because she clearly knew that Wang Yan must be on the way. She also figured out Wang Yan's pulse yesterday, so she didn't say two words and got in the car directly...

"Shanghai Tower."

"Whoa, a landmark. Lucy was right, a private equity big shot."

"What big shot, just puffing up my face to look like a fat man. In finance, you have to look glamorous, it must be high-end. If it's high-end, the client doesn't necessarily think you have strength."

"But if it's not high-end, it definitely doesn't have strength, right?"

"Look, you can even answer quickly, Comrade Zhu Zhe, you have a future," Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "You can be a vice president."

"Vice president, I don't dare to think about it. If I can keep my job and not be kicked out by others, then everything will be fine."

"Your name is good, two 'Ji's, it must be a lucky star shining brightly."

"It really hasn't shone on me. I've suffered all these years. Speaking of it, it's all bitter tears."

"That accomplished your present."

Zhu Zhe was silent because she didn't know whether the present was good or bad...

"Don't struggle, what can good or bad do? You have to accept it all," Wang Yan smiled. "I'm the same, parents died, alone, this is bad, right? But my parents bought a house here in the early years, and it was demolished not long after they died. I had just become an adult then. That was my first pot of gold. That's good, right?"

"Uh..." Zhu Zhe didn't know what to say.

"It's okay, I've been used to it for so many years."

Zhu Zhe let out a long breath: "I have both parents, but my parents are heavily patriarchal. I think they just treat me as a money-making machine. My family is poor, and I'm the eldest, so I went out to work early, working myself to death to support my younger brother and sister through college. As a result, they both took my contribution for granted. After graduating from college, they didn't look for a job steadily. Relying on their college diplomas, they couldn't let go of their pride.

But what time is it now? A college diploma is useless, not to mention they aren't good colleges. Recently, they've been calling, calling me 'Big Sister' so affectionately. I know this is asking me for money again. My parents always say that my younger brother will support me in the future, heh..."

"Traditional thinking, it can't be turned around. If I tell you to cut ties, you probably won't be willing to, this is the power of family affection. As for the younger brother and sister, you can only deal with them; they are also used to your contribution. Listening to you, you don't want to give money anymore, and there will be a lot of trouble."

"Let them make trouble. I've supported those two ungrateful wolves through college; as the eldest sister and daughter, I've done my best. I'm also in my thirties, I have to plan for myself."

Zhu Zhe smiled, "Actually, I've already made a down payment on a house. It's not big, sixty square meters. I paid off the debt for the house this year. Now I can finally save some money every month, and it's much looser. I finally caught my breath. With this house, I feel that these years haven't been in vain, and I feel that I can be considered a part of this big city because I've taken root."

"Look, isn't this very good."

"That's why I don't dare to lose my job, I'm walking on thin ice every day."

The two of them had now opened up to each other; the distance between them had clearly narrowed, and they were chatting quite happily.

"We're here, thank you for the ride. I'm sure my gossip will be all over the place today."

"Everyone likes to gossip, it's human nature. How about I pick you up tonight? Add some fire to it and entertain everyone."

"Spare me." Zhu Zhe unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and was about to get out, but sat back and said, "By the way, do you like beef sauce? I plan to make some this week. If you want to eat it, I'll make an extra portion."

"You know how to cook?"

"After so many years, I've been saving money by eating. My craftsmanship is okay, home-cooked level."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "I guess it's not convenient for you to do it at home..."

"In the stairwell, just open the window for ventilation."

"Come to my house. If you know how to cook, make more, and we'll all eat together. I don't cook all year round, but my equipment is very complete. You go use it, otherwise it's not worth the housing price of such a large kitchen."

"Okay, then we'll communicate specifically on WeChat. Leaving now, goodbye."

Zhu Zhe didn't dawdle, and under the stunned gaze of the security guard at the door, she got out of the car.

Wang Yan stepped on the gas, drove into the traffic again, and went to the other side of the river.

Shanghai Tower is a landmark building in Shanghai, the one that twists up. The building is 632 meters high and is currently the tallest in China and the third tallest in the world.

His company is here, renting a whole floor. His subordinates total more than a hundred people, and the office is quite spacious, with tea rooms, entertainment rooms, meeting rooms, etc., fully functional.

Just arrived at the company, the beautiful girl at the reception greeted him coquettishly: "Hello, Boss Wang."

"Hello to you too."

Wang Yan went all the way to his spacious office, checking various data within the company.

Overall, it's quite good. His company manages more than six billion in assets, and the profit is quite stable, belonging to the upstream level of private equity funds. The source of money is also very mixed, demolition households, big bosses, etc., everything. As for the specific data, I won't go into details.

Just as he was looking at the data, a man in his thirties knocked on the door and walked in.

"Boss Wang, a client took the initiative to come to the door. I chatted with them, and they have the intention to invest twenty million. Hearing that you came to the company today, they proposed wanting to chat with you again."

The minimum capital for entry here is ten million, but twenty million relative to more than six billion is not a small number. If Wang Yan weren't here, it would be fine. Since he is here, he still has to meet them.

"Respect money, let's go." Wang Yan didn't think much, got up, and followed his subordinates to the meeting room.

In the meeting room, two young men were sitting. One tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

"Hello, two, I'm Wang Yan."

"Ye Shang."

"Ye Fang." ===== CHAPTER 1095 =====