Chapter 136

Open his eyes, shake his head, get up, pour a glass of water, and sit down again.

Wang Yan drank water and pulled out the panel to look at it.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 39

Unallocated points 4

Storage space 2m3

The task of Ding Qing being alive was completed and gave four points of attributes, and there were no other changes.

In terms of skills. To understand the progress of the secret medicine, it is inevitable to absorb some knowledge of pharmacology, and Chinese medicine has made some progress. Computer progress is relatively large, but he has reached the LV5 level, and the system no longer provides specific measurement standards; it all depends on his own feeling.

The two skills of Sinology and Philosophy were learned when he was solving his excessive killing intent in "Infernal Affairs" at the beginning, and later he learned for a period of time in "The Grandmaster" to cultivate his character, and then he didn't actively learn again; after all, he also knew that his IQ was a bit lacking.

Innate conditions cannot be made up for; the heights of the pre-Qin philosophers such as Laozi, Zhuangzi, Confucius, Mencius, Mozi, Yang Zhu, as well as Sakyamuni, Plato, Aristotle, etc., are heights he can look up to but cannot reach.

But he also has advantages, that is, he has lived long enough, seen enough, and read many, many books; if he thinks about things when he has nothing to do, he will have gains, so this time both broke through to LV4.

Because of time, he can't say he can bluff those characters by bragging. After all, they are height, and Wang Mou is height piled up by width.

Besides that, he lived in South Korea for more than ten years, and his Korean skill reached the LV3 level.

After reading it once, put away the panel, Wang Yan operated on the computer in front of him; he wanted to get the core code out.

Even if he is already beastly enough, this thing can't be gotten out in a short time; it is really a big job.

Everything is in his brain; his writing code is really like on TV, clattering.

Except for going downstairs at noon to eat a bowl of noodles, Wang Yan kept coding at home until after four o'clock in the afternoon before stopping.

In the morning, he agreed with Wei Lan to eat outside tonight, and then go shopping for some household items. Wang Yan said that waiting until he rests is not good; he just wants to get it done early and move in early.

Tidy up, Wang Yan went out and strolled towards Wei Lan's company.

Actually, the distance is not too far; riding a bicycle is only ten minutes, and he is strolling, so he arrived in about an hour. Wei Lan gets off work at 5:30, and it was just right when he arrived there.

And after all, he stayed in South Korea for more than ten years, and walking on the street can also find the feeling.

Strolling all the way to the downstairs of Wei Lan's company, he just caught up with the time to get off work. There were quite a few people in the office building walking out in groups, and there were quite a few online ride-hailing cars and taxis with double flashes on the road in front of the building, as well as cars driven by family members to pick people up, and from time to time he could hear the sound of horns; anyway, the road conditions were not very good.

Finding a place that didn't get in the way, he stood still, and before long, he saw Wei Lan walking out with a small bag and a colleague, laughing and talking.

"Wei Lan." Wang Yan shouted, and at the same time raised an arm to gesture.

Hearing the shout, Wei Lan looked in the direction of Wang Yan, waved happily, and after saying two sentences to the colleague next to her, walked to Wang Yan with a smile, holding his arm: "Waited a long time, right? My colleague recommended a newly opened Sichuan restaurant, saying the taste is good, let's go try it."

Wang Yan nodded: "Let's go."

The two talked and laughed and took a taxi straight to the destination; it was just meal time, plus it was a newly opened shop, so quite a few people came to try it, and it was very lively.

The waiter came over with the menu: "What would you two like to eat?"

Wang Yan handed the menu to Wei Lan: "You order, I'm fine with anything."

Wei Lan was not polite either; they had been sleeping together for several days, and she also knew what Wang Yan's appetite was.

"This one... this one..." Wei Lan looked at the pictures and ordered three dishes and one soup, then asked Wang Yan: "Do you drink?"

Wang Yan, who was pouring tea, shook his head: "No need, just drink some tea."

Wei Lan nodded, closed the menu, and looked at the waiter: "That's all, thank you."

The waiter was polite, took the menu, and turned to leave.

"Are you very bored at home by yourself?" Saying this, Wei Lan took the tea Wang Yan handed over.

Knowing each other for several months, she knew what Wang Yan was like before and what kind of life he lived; it was truly as free as the wind. Now being with her, staying at home by himself every day, he must be a little uncomfortable...

"Hey, what's there to be bored about. You know, the day is not as long as you think. Looking at stock trends, understanding domestic and foreign market conditions, it passes. And I am recently researching artificial intelligence; maybe I will open a company and start a business in a while."

Wei Lan was surprised and asked: "Aren't you very stable doing stocks? I remember you said before that you could earn 10,000 or 20,000 or 30,000 a month. Why are you thinking about starting a business? And it's still artificial intelligence?"

As an internet practitioner, although she is a product manager and basically doesn't touch the edge, she also knows that artificial intelligence is a direction where input and output are very unbalanced. She knows some of Wang Yan's experiences, and she also knows about his family conditions; there is no capital to support it.

She doesn't know how much money Wang Yan has, but having wandered around everywhere before, she thinks he shouldn't have much to squander.

Wang Yan put down the water cup: "Doing stocks is also fine, no matter what, you still have to have a career. And we have to buy a house in the future; if we don't think of other ways, how can it work?"

Wei Lan understood, a little bit overwhelmed, and said shyly: "I don't want a house, and my parents don't have any requirements, as long as we live well. And I also have more than 10,000 a month myself; if we save money together, we will soon save enough for the down payment."

Drinking water to relieve the shyness, Wei Lan pondered: "I know a little bit about artificial intelligence; we have no capital, no technology, no connections, no resources, it's very difficult to do it, I think we should consider it carefully."

"Well, what you said makes sense. I also know a little technology, I'll do it in my spare time." Wang Yan didn't explain; she wouldn't understand, and changed the subject: "By the way, you are a product manager, you can think of good projects when you are slacking off, and I will develop them when the time comes. If it becomes popular, financing, listing, making big money, we two will be rich."

Wei Lan looked at Wang Yan's serious bragging look, and finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Stop dreaming, are good projects that easy? If I could really think of them, I would have been rich long ago."

Wang Yan smiled: "Then can't I dream? You have to have this confidence; maybe one day your little head full of wisdom will flash."

"Haha, that's right, it's wisdom, then you wait." Wei Lan smiled and cleared the table, letting the waiter put the dishes away: "Stop being poor, eat."

After the two ate and laughed, they went straight to IKEA.

Women, most of them like those fancy things, and Wei Lan is one of the majority.

Wang Yan was very patient, smiling all the way and shopping with Wei Lan until after eight o'clock when they were about to close, and then they chose some tables and chairs and other messy things. Paid, filled in the address on the list, took a taxi, and went home.

As for other things, Wei Lan basically bought them online, and there were some other messy things, so they would just go shopping at the supermarket when the time came.

Whether it was shopping out or swiping on the mobile phone, Wei Lan asked for his opinion when buying things. His opinion was simple, obviously, which was contrary to Wei Lan's idea. So his answer was to expand his imagination based on Wei Lan's idea and agree. The central idea is that whatever you say is what it is, but he would never say it out, because that kind of perfunctory meaning would be too strong. Although Wei Lan is a normal woman, she will have small ideas when she just falls in love.

In the car, Wei Lan rested on Wang Yan's shoulder and pondered: "Wang Yan, do you like small animals?"

"Just say it directly, raising a cat or a dog?"

Wei Lan raised her head and smiled: "Want to raise both. When I was a child, I had this idea, but my parents thought it was noisy and never agreed. After working, it was either renting together or a small apartment, and there was no place to raise them. This time, we just changed to a big house, so... hehe..."

"Then let's go out and take a look when you rest this week."

Wei Lan was very happy, and gave Wang Yan a bite on the face: "Great, it's a deal."

After being happy for a while, Wei Lan reacted: "By the way, does the landlord allow pets? If not, forget it."

"It's okay, I asked before, we can raise them."

Wang Yan had thought about it before; not to mention anything else, he originally had this idea. He couldn't talk about liking them, his fun with cats and dogs mainly lies in watching these two things fight.

It's just that before, it was hard for him to support himself, let alone bring cats and dogs. After all, pet dogs and pet cats are not like the local dogs and local cats in the village when he was a child, which were dismissed with leftovers and went out to hunt for food themselves. By comparison, pet cats and dogs are not sturdy at all, and the expenses are relatively large.

"Well, thoughtful, credit you."

Wei Lan nodded seriously and patted Wang Yan's arm.

Wang Yan whispered in her ear: "Then shall we make a contribution when we get home?"

Sneaking a look at the driver in front, Wei Lan hit Wang Yan: "Annoying."

Wang Yan laughed, and didn't say anything more.

Silent all the way, back to the apartment, without saying a word, first make a contribution.

The two went from the bathroom to the bed, and from the bed to the bathroom, and it took an hour and a half to finish.

After finishing the work, it was only after eleven o'clock, and it was still early to sleep. The two simply did their own things.

Wang Yan was clattering in front of the computer, while Wei Lan was still blushing, half-exposed, lying on the bed swiping her phone to choose things; she just felt something was missing.

Seriously, Wang Yan could understand Wei Lan's Taobao, but he really couldn't bear to look at it. There were dozens in the shopping cart, and there were ten or twenty waiting to be received, and it was still shitty. If you don't buy it, you don't buy it, but if you buy it, it's a pile. According to Wei Lan, these are all little brothers, and there are many people who are more powerful than her...

Wei Lan didn't flip through it twice before being attracted by a burst of clattering keyboard sounds. Looking up, she saw Wang Yan working back and forth seriously, lines of code flashing on the screen, which looked quite like it.

She put on her glasses, quietly got up and walked behind Wang Yan, and took a look at the interface; she knew this, it was VSCode, and several programmers in her project team used it. But that was all. She couldn't understand any more. It's just that she knew the programmers in their project team wrote code, and they were far, far from reaching this speed; Wang Yan's movements looked more like blind clattering.

But she knew that Wang Yan had always been a person who aimed at the target. Besides, there was no need to pretend in front of her. Looking at it this way, Wang Yan was really awesome.

Taking the water cup on the side, she poured a glass of water for Wang Yan and put it on the table, Wei Lan said: "Stop for a while, drink some water, relax your fingers. Really didn't see it, this is not the technology you said you knew a little bit."

Wang Yan picked up the water cup and asked: "Disturbed you?" He used the thin-film keyboard that came with the laptop, and the sound of the keys was relatively small, but no matter how small it was, it couldn't stand the fast typing.

"No, just curious to see your hand speed so fast." Wei Lan blinked: "By the way... your technology... what level is it?"

Taking a sip of water, Wang Yan smiled faintly: "A little better than the most powerful programmer in your company."

Wei Lan is not a fool; the most powerful one in their company hasn't reached this level: "Oh, tell the truth, don't tease me."

It would be fine if she didn't know the industry, but she knew it, but not deeply, very shallowly.

Wang Yan thought for a while and said: "Simply put, as long as it is computer software technology, I am basically very good at it."

He didn't brag about this; after all, his spirit attribute is there. Network security, database, program design, operating system, etc., he is all good, especially comprehensive.

"Then why didn't you do this before, but went to sell houses instead?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "I don't like being managed, selling houses is freer." He really worked as a programmer before selling houses; that was when he just graduated from university and was fooled into training...

"Well, that's true." Wei Lan nodded: "Hey, since your technology is so good, do you want to take some outsourcing? My colleague does it, his level is far worse than yours. And I have friends, I can introduce them, the money is definitely reliable."

"Forget it, there are too many things, too grindy." Wang Yan closed the computer, got up and hugged Wei Lan: "Fine, don't study it. It's getting late, let's go to bed, my concubine."

Wei Lan was teased into giggling and followed Wang Yan into the quilt.

But they didn't fall asleep, and the two lay on the bed playing with their phones together.

Wei Lan continued to swipe online shopping, while Wang Yan read papers on artificial intelligence...

A week later, the two tidied up the new residence, on the weekend.

The orange cat is called A-Cat, the golden retriever is called A-Dog, named by Wang Yan. At first, Wei Lan felt it was a bit like that, but compared to her series of names like Wangcai and Fugui, as well as the names of those famous pets on the internet, it was really quite special, extra simple and direct, so she decided on such a name after thinking about it.

Since then, the lives of the two have become warm, and their feelings have become better and better. During the day, Wei Lan goes to work, Wang Yan codes crazily at home and serves A-Cat and A-Dog. In the evening, Wang Yan cooks, washes dishes together after the meal, and takes a walk. Then it is Wei Lan's daily closeness to A-Cat and A-Dog, taking various photos and so on. Then exercise, read books, play with phones, and the days pass one by one.

Until more than half a month later, the system message arrived unexpectedly again.

"Beijing Love Story, Shi Xiaomeng: Be smoother."

This drama was quite popular before, and Wang Yan had seen it. But it had been years, and he had forgotten most of it.

However, Wang Yan didn't pay attention; he wanted to code out the things he remembered now. Otherwise, if he went in and wandered for a few years, he would have forgotten them all. Besides, this is also a modern world; after going in, he will inevitably continue to study, and then there will be a pile of returns, so it is better to get the things in his brain sorted out first.

Nothing else, Wang Yan exploded directly, and it didn't smell good to do that with Wei Lan; he wrote day and night. After another half a month or so, Wang Yan finally knocked out the key algorithms he remembered. To tell the truth, he could guarantee the accuracy of the front, but he was a bit empty about the back. However, it was not a big problem; mark the problematic ones and study them again.

After doing these, it happened to catch up with Wei Lan's rest, Wang Yan didn't do anything, just accompanied her; he had treated her a bit thinly these days, so it was just right to rest and relax his brain.

Actually, Wei Lan could also understand Wang Yan; after all, according to Wang Yan's explanation, inspiration is like a collapse of urine, and that thing must be grasped. She didn't complain, and she played very well with A-Cat and A-Dog.

Accompanying Wei Lan to rest for two days, after she went to work, Wang Yan opened the computer and found the TV series to watch.

The whole drama has thirty-nine episodes, mainly talking about... a group of abnormal people's love and hatred in Beijing...

Wang Yan finished watching it in two days, and after watching it, he found that only Shi Xiaomeng was a normal person... and he went to surrender...

Found some information at that time on the internet, nothing else mattered, mainly domestic and foreign stock markets. He didn't know what configuration the system gave him to appear, but stocks are like picking up money, and it is convenient to act.

Also looked at some netizens' evaluations of this drama, some were fighting for rights, some were fighting, it was quite lively.

This time and for how long in the future, his main goals are two: the improvement of the secret medicine formula and the research and development of artificial intelligence.

As for the system task, just take Shi Xiaomeng to play.

Regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, in the film and television world, Shi Xiaomeng, a small advertising design, later directly did a management position in a listed company with a market value of hundreds of billions, and was able to participate in the struggle with the shameless rich second generation Cheng Feng's father, and played an important role in it. This ability is absolutely sufficient.

It should be said that Shi Xiaomeng should indeed be smoother, and Wang Yan just liked him. Even if the task wasn't him, Wang Yan would make him smooth; it was all a matter of convenience.

Wang Yan drank water, pulled out the panel, and chose to operate.

A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared in place.........