Chapter 140: Who You're Kept By Doesn't Matter

"No, this opportunity is right in front of you. Even if you don't take this eighty thousand, even if you lose your previous deposit. If you follow that Wang Ge you know, will you still be short of this little bit in the future?"

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about it. Whatever you choose is your own business." Seeing Shi Xiaomeng still wanted to speak, Wu Di waved his hand in a listless manner. "But honestly, your current situation isn't suitable for you to be home alone. Me taking care of you isn't a long-term solution, and besides, I have to work during the day. It's inevitable that there will be times I can't look after you, and you don't have the means to hire a nanny. If you ask me, you'd be better off opening your mouth to Fengzi again, find a caregiver to get through this period. In a month or so, you'll be a hero again."

"I've been used to hardship for so many years. Where we are now is nothing; it's not a big problem."

"Right, the glorious achievement of wearing only one pair of underwear for all four years of college is still talked about with relish by the juniors who came after."

Shi Xiaomeng let out an "ai" and gave an embarrassed laugh.

Being treated as a joke didn't feel good, and he didn't want to say more. He didn't pick up on that thread and continued: "I already owe you and Brother Feng too much. Unless it's a last resort, I'd rather not open my mouth if I can avoid it."

Wu Di laughed: "Hi, don't talk like that. We're all brothers; if we can help, we help. What's this about owing or not owing?"

"You say that, but I've been out of school for so long and I'm still relying on your relief to get by. I'm ashamed; I have no face. I shouldn't even be alive; I should just go jump in the moat."

"Ai, why don't you bring Shen Bing over?" After saying this, Wu Di shook his head: "Can she come, do you think?"

"Shen Bing?"

"When we graduated from college, she said she wanted to come to Beijing." Shi Xiaomeng's spirit lifted, and he mused: "The problem is that my apartment is rented right now. No matter what, I have to have a little place of my own before I bring her over, don't you think?"

"Fine, we've talked for half a day and circled right back. Suit yourself." Wu Di stood up and said: "I think we two should just get to work..."

A cold wind blew through the treetops, shaking the withered yellow leaves that hadn't left with the deep autumn. After a full night's sleep, Wang Yan, feeling refreshed and full of energy, came out of the main room in a tracksuit, wearing earmuffs.

Standing in the main courtyard, he did some simple warm-up exercises, and Wang Yan began his daily morning workout.

After running a few laps around Beihai Park, he found a relatively quiet spot and began to practice his boxing.

For a time, Wang Yan was within a three-meter radius, sometimes throwing punches, sometimes kicking, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes spinning, sometimes jumping.

Having practiced martial arts for so many years, reaching today's level, he had long since gathered the strengths of a hundred schools and was no longer confined to any single move or style. Over these years, when he had nothing to do, he had even brought out the "Body-Strengthening Martial Exercises." Compared to the previous sets, after years of his pruning and simplifying, the effect was more than a notch stronger.

Of course, he was able to use the strength of one person to resist the combined efforts of so many martial arts masters, mainly because his spirit far exceeded that of ordinary people. When the spirit is high, perception correspondingly improves. He could feel the stimulation of every movement on his body, and through this, constantly adjust and improve. This saved a lot of trouble compared to a group of people working together to improve things and spending a huge amount of time watching for the therapeutic effect.

After exercising, he returned to the residence, and breakfast at home was already prepared.

His residence was a three-courtyard compound covering over nine hundred square meters, with over twenty rooms inside and out. He couldn't manage such a large area by himself, so there were definitely nannies.

They were a couple in their fifties arranged by the system, both surnamed Wang. They had no children, were in dire straits, and were taken in by Wang Yan. The couple helped with cooking, laundry, cleaning the house, and tending to the flowers and plants.

Although the place was large, it was kept quite clean with a little wiping here and there, and the work wasn't tiring. He provided food and housing and gave them ten thousand yuan a month. However, according to the system's records, the couple donated all the money to help poor children go to school.

After breakfast, Wang Yan washed up, practiced calligraphy for a while, and when the time was right, drove to Zhongguancun.

As the Silicon Valley of China, the Beijing headquarters of a host of internet giants were now concentrated here. As for Wangjing, Houchang Village, and other places, they weren't yet as crowded as they would later become.

Arriving at the company, without a word, he directly called the managers in charge of human resources and development, as well as the legal counsel he had hired, to a meeting.

When he was writing code last night, he remembered that WeChat hadn't launched yet and the trademark hadn't been registered. Although he was developing a product, he couldn't beat Tencent, which relied on QQ for traffic. But he had many products; when the time came to bring them all out, he could also occupy a place in the instant messaging and mobile payment markets.

And now the time was 2010; payment licenses were relatively easier to get. If he researched and thought of a way to ask around, he could also get one.

So, calling these people to a meeting this time was for three points. First, register that large batch of trademarks. Second, communicate with the head of development about how many people needed to be added and what kind of people. Third, based on the plan from the second point, recruit people like crazy.

Now, there was still more than a month until WeChat's release. If he led people to work at his level, it probably wouldn't be much slower. In fact, even if it were much slower, it wouldn't matter; he couldn't beat them anyway, and it was estimated that not many people would use it at that time. The main purpose was to get the communication software out first, and then directly launch the "Pinduoduo" model. That would get things spinning.

After explaining various matters, Wang Yan made another trip to the bank and directly mortgaged his residence. This time, besides a portion invested in the company, most of it was invested by him in another financial company he owned to diversify and leverage money; otherwise, he couldn't play with just the two hundred million in his hands.

After finishing these things, the day passed.

Returning home, he had dinner.

Wang Yan sat in front of the computer, clattering away at the code. Previously, he had basically done nothing else but clatter away for over a month to finish. Now he had found a pile of work for himself again, so there was even more time, and he couldn't finish it in a short while.

Around nine o'clock, Wang Yan stopped, tidied up, and drove to the hottest nightclub in Beijing at the time.

He hadn't been to that kind of place for many years, and it was a whim to go and play, to find the feeling.

Moreover, that Wu Mei in the drama should have arrived in the country by now. After all, according to the drama, she was transferred from the headquarters of the company where Wu Di worked to serve as a sales manager. And usually, for personnel transfers like this, people are given time off in advance. On one hand, it reflects humanistic care, and on the other, it allows people to adjust.

According to Wu Mei's performance, she definitely went wherever it was hot. If they could bump into each other, then they'd have some fun. If they couldn't, having fun with someone else was also fine.

Truth be told, Wu Mei's looks were just so-so; it was just that the flirtatious energy she had in the drama was indeed quite something. Wang Mouren had dominated for so many years; what kind of beauty hadn't he played with? If it weren't for the energy of the character in the drama endowed by the world, Wang Mouren would really... still make a move.

Besides, the things suppressed in his heart were simply not something ordinary people could bear. The blending of flesh was also a way to vent.

This stuff is consensual; he doesn't force others, just do it...

After arriving at the place, compared to the line of luxury sports cars on the street, his ride was more or less eye-catching. When getting out of the car, he even received some boos from brainless second-generation rich kids.

Wang Yan didn't care, smiling and waving at them. He threw the keys to the valet outside and strolled in.

The passionate and dynamic music was deafening, the colorful lights were shaking back and forth, and the lonely souls in the big city found a home here. They swayed their waists with the music, twisted their hips with the music, wiggled their butts with the music, and fumbled around with the music...

Finding a spot at the bar, he casually ordered a drink, and Wang Yan drank slowly, his eyes scanning back and forth in the room nonchalantly.

There was a couple who had just come out of the restroom; he saw it very clearly, they came out of the women's restroom together. There were also a few in the corners, hugging and gnawing on each other. In the dance floor, there were people swaying blindly, and a few were rubbing back and forth. There was also a man with a wandering hand, but obviously, the woman didn't refuse, so the man's scale became increasingly large.

To be honest, in this kind of occasion, except for a few people who came to broaden their horizons and watch the fun, the others were definitely regulars. Regardless of gender, regardless of how you put it, by our definition of normal people, they were basically not good things.

After Wang Yan's scan, he didn't see the flirtatious Wu Mei, but he did discover others.

Just in a large booth not far away, a group of people shouting and drinking, who looked like second-generation rich kids, and a bunch of gaudily dressed, warbling women were shouting and shaking dice.

A woman with long curly hair, straight bangs, and a pouting mouth was sitting in the corner, silently drinking a bottle of alcohol, out of place with the joyful atmosphere.

It might be that she hadn't had plastic surgery yet, plus the aesthetic gap of ten years, she looked a bit rustic in Wang Yan's eyes. But it wasn't a big problem; he could cultivate her later, couldn't he?

That's right, this woman was Yang Zixi.

In Wang Yan's view, although Yang Zixi was a "bitch," she also had an advantage, which was her undisguised pursuit of material things. Regardless of right or wrong, at least when she pursued material things, she didn't label it with the name of love.

As for the occasional display of the love and romance of those years to manipulate Wu Di, and the double standards, let's not mention them; it was really meaningless.

Wang Yan wasn't surprised that Yang Zixi appeared here. After all, it was very normal for that playboy Sister Andi, who had money, to drag her to this kind of occasion.

Wang Yan didn't go up to forcefully show off, because that was stupid. Although in his view, these second-generation kids were just like that, they couldn't make much of a splash. But dealing with them was a waste of energy, why bother?

To go to the restroom, this was the only way, Yang Zixi would definitely have to come over.

Even without knowing the plot, Wang Yan could see that Sister Andi wasn't a good thing. In other words, he didn't take Yang Zixi seriously at all. What decent person would bring their own woman to this kind of place? Just talking about a man's desire for control wouldn't allow this. Unless he really didn't care anymore, and everyone played their own games.

And Sister Andi's bunch of fox friends obviously knew Sister Andi's character, so unsurprisingly, someone picked up a wine bottle and went up to drink with Yang Zixi.

Wang Yan couldn't hear what they were saying, but through lip-reading, he could roughly tell. It was nothing more than giving face, being happy, drinking a glass, this and that. Yang Zixi was obviously very resistant, but after Sister Andi whispered a few words in her ear, she drank a whole bottle without a word. Then, after sitting for a while, she made an excuse and went to the restroom.

Seeing her twisting back, Wang Yan ordered another drink.

Before long, Yang Zixi, who had touched up her makeup, walked out.

Wang Yan blocked her way as she passed: "Beauty, interested in having a drink?"

Yang Zixi frowned and looked at Wang Yan, then turned her head to look at Sister Andi, who was hugging a girl and drinking while she was away, and readily accepted the invitation: "Of course." She then sat on the high stool next to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan knew what she meant, it was nothing more than seeing Sister Andi drinking and having fun over there, not taking her seriously, and using him to prove her charm from the side. She wanted to express an attitude that she wasn't indispensable to him, to score some points with Sister Andi.

It was probably because they had just gotten together and she hadn't figured out Sister Andi's relationship, otherwise Yang Zixi wouldn't have done this. After all, in the drama, when she saw Sister Andi shopping and buying things with other women, she only symbolically protested a little and that was it. Didn't she know Sister Andi's character? Of course she knew. The reason she made a scene was just to play tricks and act pitiful, to win sympathy, and to make Sister Andi feel like he owed her. But obviously, her tricks were useless; this little bitch couldn't play against Sister Andi at all.

"I just ordered it for you." Wang Yan pointed to the glass of wine in front of her: "Come on, cheers."

Yang Zixi only took a symbolic sip, tilted her head, and looked at Wang Yan: "Are you that sure I'll drink with you?"

Wang Yan smiled faintly, didn't answer, but said with certainty: "You like money."

Yang Zixi was stunned for a moment; she didn't expect Wang Yan to be so direct. She gave a disdainful smile: "Everyone likes money, don't they? What are you trying to say?"

"I have money."

"You have money?" Yang Zixi looked him up and down, then sneered: "Forgive my poor judgment, I really don't see it."

Wang Yan's clothes were basically custom-made by the system's "Sugar Daddy," very much in line with his low-key and introverted style, so there were no logos or labels of this or that. And since he wasn't a particularly fastidious person, what the system provided was enough; naturally, he wouldn't go out and buy big-name luxury goods, so it was normal that Yang Zixi couldn't tell.

"You won't believe me no matter how much I say, but you'll know later." Wang Yan's gaze brazenly swept back and forth over her body until he stared at her so much that Yang Zixi couldn't stand it and wanted to slap him across the face. He then continued: "Who isn't being kept by someone? You just want money and luxury goods, don't you?"

"You scoundrel." Yang Zixi felt uncomfortable even hearing this; it was simply insulting her. She immediately picked up her wine glass, intending to splash it on Wang Yan's face.

"Did I hit a nerve? Embarrassed into anger?" Wang Yan reached out and held down the wine glass. Feeling the force on his hand diminish, he pulled his hand away and took out a business card to hand over: "This is my business card."

Yang Zixi stared at Wang Yan with an ugly expression, saying nothing.

"I think you'd better accept it. With that kid's character, I think it won't be long before you're abandoned by him once he's had his fun." Wang Yan drank his wine faintly: "Now, you should go back; he's been staring at you for a long time."

Hearing this, she looked at Sister Andi over there and saw him looking this way. Yang Zixi snorted coldly at the self-righteous idiot in front of her and turned to leave.

She didn't take the business card on the table...