Chapter 21

In the following few days, Wang Yan had no intention of working, wandering aimlessly through the streets and alleys of the capital, visiting scenic spots.

It was also to relax his mood and digest the feeling of strangeness and alienation from the real world.

After wandering for a whole week, Wang Yan finally completely recovered.

Then he began his daily harassment, looking at the major real estate projects and luxury homes in the capital when he had nothing to do. People have to live; no matter how awesome Wang Yan is, he still has to eat, drink, and poop.

To be honest, Wang Yan was a bit tired of making these endless harassment calls for sales and looking at houses endlessly.

Working hard is partly for money, and partly to realize personal ideals and self-worth through work.

For him now, the real world is a warm harbor. He has no intention of stirring up trouble in the real world; he just wants to live a stable life. After all, he has been majestic and dashing enough in various film and television worlds, and he might get annoyed later if he doesn't handle it well.

Otherwise, Wang Yan could completely go to the Golden Triangle and look for his "good brothers"; wouldn't that be faster than selling houses?

He flipped through his skills, looking for a skill that could support himself without going to work.

Finally, after flipping back and forth, Wang Yan locked onto stock trading. Relying on the accumulation of two worlds, he was a big boss and a bookmaker in "Infernal Affairs." Even if Wang Yan didn't participate in specific operations, just what he came into contact with was enough for him; his stock and finance skills reached the proficient level of LV2.

This is an objective evaluation made by the system based on the vision Wang Yan has trained, his cognition of the financial market, and the information he has come into contact with from all walks of life while controlling Long Teng, a behemoth spanning many fields.

Recently, Wang Yan had also heard some things about the financial market. But no matter how turbulent it was, there would eventually be companies that made money.

Operating with Wang Yan's experience and vision, he wouldn't dare to say he would make a steady profit. He could only say that he would guarantee not to lose as much as possible, and if he lost, he could stop the loss in time, and the loss wouldn't be too great.

Having these is basically enough; after all, there is no such thing as perfection. Reducing losses to a minimum and maximizing benefits as much as possible is already God favoring him; what more does he want?

Wang Yan also cashed out some money from his credit card to trade stocks; he didn't have a penny in his hand, he was very clean.

And his funds were not much, so he tried to operate short-term, grabbing a handful when he had nothing to do.

He still had to do sales for a while; after all, this stuff had risks. It is said that he couldn't lose too much, but the sky has unpredictable winds and clouds; who can guarantee that 100%?

He owed a debt and was counting on selling houses to turn things around.

Therefore, Wang Yan was busy on both ends. When he had nothing to do, he made harassment calls, and from time to time, he had to pay attention to various information and operate stocks.

What he didn't expect was that Zhang Hai actually called him.

This day was a rest day, and those in the agency relied on these two days to get work done; Wang Yan was naturally no exception.

There was no way around this; his own social level was what it was. There was no chance of selling top-tier properties like villas; who is he, Old Wang? Who knows who you are?

Without ambiguity, he is not a pretty little girl, and he has an ordinary appearance without a handsome face. Perhaps through contact, people would think he is a person with substance, but people would definitely not listen to his second sentence. No matter how awesome he is, it's useless if he doesn't have a chance to show it.

Wang Yan was still operating normally; he was harassing others, hoping to fool a few people into looking at houses and striving to sell two sets.

Just at this time, Zhang Hai called, saying that his classmate also wanted to buy a house, so he introduced Wang Yan to his classmate, asking Wang Yan to help him get a suitable one.

For this, Wang Yan was very grateful; he didn't expect that just after selling one, there would be a referral.

Zhang Hai also felt that Wang Yan was very good, which is why he introduced clients to him.

When they communicated, many of Wang Yan's views were very inspiring to him. The process of the two people's contact and exchange was a process of collision, fusion, and absorption of their three views and their own realms. At that time, Wang Yan had just returned from "Dying to Survive," and his level was about the same as an elite like Zhang Hai; even if he was stronger, it wouldn't be too much.

If they were to have contact now, it wouldn't be an exchange; it would be Wang Yan's unilateral guidance. You have to know what Wang Yan had done in the "Infernal Affairs" world: building gangs, being a big boss, learning Sinology, philosophy, and Daoism—these mystical things. The two people's levels were too different, and their realms were too different.

According to the contact information Zhang Hai gave, Wang Yan called his classmate. He asked in detail what kind of house he wanted, what requirements he had, and so on. Finally, they agreed to go out for a stroll the next day to look at houses.

After the call, he began to screen the housing sources that met the conditions. Through the phone conversation just now, Wang Yan had grasped the key points of the other party's needs and selected a few houses as key recommendations.

In terms of Wang Yan's level, as long as the money is enough and there is an idea of buying a house, then basically it won't run away. Of course, there are accidents; one cannot rule out people with special attributes. Not being able to sell is actually nothing; it's mainly that these players are a bit like that, affecting the mood.

The next day, Wang Yan took Zhang Hai's classmate and his girlfriend to look at houses.

With his level, under deliberate catering, the two people chatted very happily, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

This person was buying a house, just like Zhang Hai, for marriage.

They were all peers; looking at people one by one getting married, and then thinking about his own classmates whose children were running all over the ground, damn it. Those he came into contact with were all like this, and Wang Yan also had some intention of getting married. Not for anything else, just wanting to seek stability.

In these two worlds, Wang Yan had never lacked women. In the Infernal Affairs world, they were all high-quality—either noble ladies or beautiful women—so he looked at it a bit lightly.

Actually, his parents were an important factor; the old couple was not young and were looking forward to holding children all day long. Otherwise, he wouldn't have this idea; wouldn't it be fine to play by himself if there was nothing going on?

After two worlds, counting the nearly forty years in the real world, the great terror of life and death, Wang Yan hadn't been able to see through it.

Children will use maturity to disguise themselves, and the elderly will use so-called childlike innocence to escape the fact of aging.

Of course, the world is big, and there are those who can truly face life and death calmly, but how many can there be?

Shaking his head, not wanting to think about useless things, finding a woman to marry is not something that can be solved in a moment, so he might as well stop and make money.

It took three days, and Wang Yan took this classmate to look at more than ten houses, finally selecting one similar to the one Zhang Hai bought.

This is also normal; the two of them were basically not much different, otherwise how could they be together and have a very good relationship?

This house, just like last time, earned about 100,000.

When signing the contract, the boss of the store Wang Yan was hanging at looked at him differently.

Selling two sets in more than a month is quite enough. He earned less than 200,000 from these two sets, which counts as about 15,000 a month. Among the tens of thousands of sales personnel in the whole capital, there are not many who can reach this level.

After signing the contract, Wang Yan invited Zhang Hai and his wife, the classmate, and his girlfriend to have a meal together, which could be considered a token of gratitude.

Even for the two couples, Wang Yan was an outsider. Under Wang Yan's guidance, everyone was happy, and the meal was enjoyed by both host and guest. Even the two girlfriends were curious about this man who looked ordinary but was humorous and had extraordinary conversation. There was a kind of unconscious idea of wanting to explore what kind of person Wang Yan was.

In Wang Yan's view, the two people's levels were just like that; he couldn't raise any thoughts, and plus he was a person with integrity, so he had to have some face. Otherwise, he would really have to let them see the strength of Old Wang. Discussing carefully, is it better to use manual or continuously variable transmission?

With his current physical fitness, without stepping on the brake, he can maneuver at high speed for half an hour. Stepping on the brake, dealing with two is easy and relaxed.

Judging from the harmony at the dinner table today, in the future, if people around them want to buy a house, Wang Yan is definitely the well-deserved first choice.

During this period, by trading stocks, Wang Yan also earned some money.

The whole environment was not very good, and he didn't have the ability to reach the sky; being able to earn money meant his level was high.

The money from selling houses would take a few days to get into his pocket, and these gains also eased Wang Yan's predicament more or less.

As long as the money is in place, he will turn things around in an instant, and this life will be truly stable. By then, selling two more houses, having 100,000 or 200,000 in hand, will truly be like a fish leaping in the vast sea and a bird flying in the high sky.

How to live in the real world in the future, he has no long-term plans, and he doesn't need to plan. Just take one step at a time; with his skills, what can't he do to get enough to eat?

In the short term, he has a goal, which is to save money to buy a recreational vehicle and have a good time all over the country. Now for him, it is a short-term goal; before, this was his lifelong wish.

After two worlds, Wang Yan has been to many places. Except for Shanghai and Hong Kong Island, other places were really just passing through, and his main focus was still on learning.

Everyone is a thinker; this sentence may not be entirely true, but it cannot be said to be wrong.

People are romantic.

No matter what age group, no matter what family background, no matter what education they have received, basically everyone has more or less the idea of being literary, and the difference is just that others recite poems while you say "damn it."

It's just that some people are literary.

And some people are still wasting time, only when they hear a song, or see a story, or flip to a news item, will they remember that that was their idea, the story they once wanted to have.

My motherland, the mountains are towering. My motherland, the land is vast and rich.

In the future, he wants to have a good feel for this land of China, which is condensed with the blood of predecessors for thousands of years.