Chapter 210

Wang Yan opened his turbid eyes and looked strangely at the environment he was in...

After a while, Wang Yan shook his head and stood up slowly... After a moment of hesitation, Wang Yan didn't say a word and slapped himself twice; his cheap illness had flared up again...

Hearing the movement, the two little things, A-Mao and A-Gou, lay neatly at the door, tilting their heads and staring curiously at Wang Yan with wide eyes.

Shaking his head and smiling, Wang Yan stepped forward to rub the little heads of A-Mao and A-Gou, added some food and water, then changed into sportswear, went downstairs, and under the eyes of a bunch of people looking at livestock, ran a half-marathon around the West Lake.

It was mainly because his old arms and legs hadn't run wantonly for decades, so this time was also to adapt to the young body and find some young vitality.

After running, Wang Yan strolled back, feeling the familiar yet strange high-rise buildings.

Back in the Ming Dynasty, high-rise buildings of twenty or thirty stories might have been a bit of a struggle, but small buildings of ten-plus stories were absolutely no problem. It was just because the land was too large and the population wasn't that high, so apart from the wonders he built in Shuntian Prefecture, others were basically two or three-story buildings.

Thinking about this and that along the way, Wang Yan returned downstairs, ate a simple bowl of noodles, and returned home, which was considered a simple adaptation.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, rubbing the dog head that A-Gou had brought over, he pulled out the panel.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 47

Unallocated points 5

Storage space 2m³

The four attribute points reserved before, ever since he had fought with Ding Baiying and seen his own strength, he had directly added them to Spirit. And this time, after finishing and coming back, he was given five attribute points again, which he kept as usual to see for the next round.

But it had to be said, perhaps his Spirit attribute was too high; now when he added to Spirit, apart from a trace of pleasure, he hadn't had that initial feeling for a long time...

After a glance, Wang Yan turned to pull out the skill panel. In this world, Wang Yan focused on Traditional Chinese Medicine, reaching the LV5 level, and had gone very far on the road of LV5; calling him a master of the medical profession was not an exaggeration.

And he had been an emperor for eighty full years, and the power of the empire had always been firmly controlled, so the professional skill "Imperial Art" was naturally maxed out. Converted to his existing skills, it was the management skill that was LV3 before and almost LV4, which had reached LV5 and gone very far.

In fact, the management skill could have been upgraded long ago; after all, he was the big brother wherever he went, and there was always a bunch of things. It was just because he was always a hands-off boss and was doing business in the modern world, as long as he ensured the two items of finance and personnel, there wouldn't be much of a problem, so it had always been at the LV3 level.

Being an emperor this time was different; it involved every aspect of the empire. If small things went wrong, it harmed the common people at the bottom; if big things went wrong, it harmed the entire empire. Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish; no matter how awesome he was, he didn't dare to mess around. Even if he was still a hands-off boss, he inevitably had to invest a lot of energy, so the level naturally came up.

Apart from these two, there was nothing special. Calligraphy, military combat, Sinology, etc., were all practiced daily and had different degrees of improvement.

After this mission ended, in addition to five mission points, he was also extra rewarded with a Xiuchun Dao.

In A-Gou's confusion, a long sword with a scabbard appeared out of thin air in Wang Yan's hand.

The scabbard was a wooden scabbard sealed with leather; Wang Yan couldn't tell the specific material, but he thought there shouldn't be any shortcomings like maintenance; after all, it was supernatural.

Wang Yan drew the sword from the scabbard; the cold light was restrained yet had a sharp, compelling contradiction. The blade was straight, over a meter long, weighing nine jin and nine liang, pitch black all over, engraved with exquisite dark gold patterns. On the black jade of the hilt were the two characters "Han Feng" (Holding Sharpness), and the handwriting was his...

Overall, this sword was longer and heavier than the one he had made after Liaodong. He added some patterns of his Wang surname imperial family, which were made by referring to the shape of the Ming Dynasty's Xiuchun Dao. Of course, since it was produced by the system, it was definitely a boutique; this sword felt much stronger than the one that had accompanied him for a lifetime before.

However, Wang Yan felt that this might be the previous sword, just that it had been refined once by the system's "living father" with some unknown material, and the best proportions had been adjusted for him.

After swinging the sword twice and measuring it, Wang Yan put it back into the space with satisfaction. With a weapon this time, it would be much more convenient in the future. He wasn't good at splitting bullets with a sword, but within a close distance, he wasn't afraid of guns.

After looking at the harvest, Wang Yan got up, poured a glass of water, and sat in front of the computer. He had to save the prescriptions and such in his brain; this was the real harvest.

This time, it could be completely said that he had smashed it out with the resources of the entire world. Not to mention anything else, just collecting the secret medicine formulas in the Xiuchun Dao world, the general's family inheritance, the wandering knights like Ding Qing who wielded swords and acted according to their own will, and the true transmissions of the Buddhist and Taoist schools, a single person or a single force could not do it.

Not to mention that there was also large-scale TCM training, the gathering of great doctors, directional and systematic research, etc.; only by mastering supreme power, resources, manpower, etc., like him, could it be realized.

The medicine was figured out, and the price was indeed pressed down; it was no longer the sky-high price of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands like before, but only a few thousand yuan. Of course, he couldn't sell it at the cost price of a few thousand yuan; it must be over ten thousand, but this price was really not cheap relative to the health supplement industry. It was mainly thanks to the credit of a bunch of scammers; it wasn't easy to fool people now...

And crucially, his medicine was now small pills, not finished medicines like capsules or tablets, which added considerable difficulty just in terms of appearance.

This was also no way out; TCM stuff is all about being hot; although it is effective after a long time, the efficacy is relatively poor. And the most critical point is that his pharmaceutical technology in the Xiuchun Dao world was far from reaching the current level, and he couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to. He settled for the next best thing and figured out small pills at the cost of reducing efficacy, which was already quite awesome.

Of course, although the sales difficulty was a bit high, under a sales elite and fooling master like Wang Yan, there wouldn't be much of a problem...

In fact, it would be better if he got a TCM practitioner qualification certificate; with his strength as a master of the medical profession, going out to fool people and sell health supplements was too much of a waste...

However, the application conditions were truly not something he could reach; it required an undergraduate TCM major, and he had to be employed for a long time before he could take the exam. He only had a junior college diploma, not to mention the major; he didn't even meet the hard indicators.

If he took the other path of master-apprentice inheritance and the exam for those with special expertise, even excluding the fly-like buzzing of finding people to ask for directions, it wouldn't be doable within two or three years. Another point was that even if he wanted to buzz around, he couldn't ask for the key for a while. And this was the real world; he might not be afraid of personal ability, but in terms of connections, resources, etc., he was a grandson...

This thought was basically dead.

Saving everything in his brain to the computer, Wang Yan checked the production and sales of health supplements again. He had no money to build a factory, so he could only register the medicine in his hands first, and then open a health supplement company to produce it by hand.

But that would be a month or more later; the New Year would be in the middle of next month, so he would study registering a company or something first, and talk about the rest next year... As for the AI thing, he would just do it all together.

In the afternoon, Wang Yan strolled out to buy groceries and estimated the time to cook.

"I'm back." The sound of the door opening rang out. Wei Lan, who hadn't worked overtime, returned on time. She took a deep breath and felt the fragrance floating in the air: "What delicious food did you make?"

Wang Yan, wearing an apron and holding a large spoon, poked his head out of the kitchen: "It's all your favorite food. There's only one dish left; wash your hands, and it'll be ready soon."

Wei Lan responded, put down her bag, changed her shoes, and routinely found A-Mao and A-Gou to spoil them a bit. It wasn't until Wang Yan put the dishes on the table that she hurriedly washed her hands.

Filling a bowl of rice and placing it in front of Wei Lan with chopsticks: "Eat quickly; you've been tired all day at work, eat more."

Wei Lan picked up the chopsticks and lifted the bowl, but didn't move, just looking at Wang Yan curiously.

"Eat, why are you looking at Zhen... looking at me?"

Unable to control himself for a moment, "Zhen" (the imperial "I") slipped out. Wang Yan could only continue to say it wrong. He also had unspeakable bitterness; having been an emperor for eighty years, he was only unaccustomed to it when he first ascended the throne, and after that, it became smoother and smoother to call himself that. The power of the habit formed over eighty years was too strong, and it was a bit of a struggle to control...

Wei Lan didn't care, just thinking that Wang Yan was flirting with her, and nodded with a smile: "Hey, don't say, you saying it like that really has that feeling."

Having rolled on the bed for several months, plus women are naturally sensitive, it was normal for her to discover some things since Wang Yan had just returned and hadn't adjusted yet.

Wang Yan didn't say much more and picked a piece of food for her: "Try these chicken wings and see if my skills have improved recently."

Wei Lan blinked, looked at Wang Yan who was no different, just assumed she was dazzled, lowered her head, and started eating: "There is indeed progress, delicious..."

"If it's delicious, eat more."

While talking, Wang Yan picked another piece of food for her.

The two talked intermittently, and after a while, they finished eating. Wei Lan volunteered to clean the table and wash the dishes, while Wang Yan sat on the sofa watching TV, drinking tea leisurely.

After a while, Wei Lan brought the washed fruit and sat next to Wang Yan: "Why don't I see you writing code today? Finished developing?"

"Finished. I'll see about registering a company this month, and it should be basically up and running when I come back after the New Year."

Wang Yan couldn't tell Wei Lan that he had a unique, peerless divine medicine that could improve human physical fitness. It wasn't anything else; it was mainly that there was no way to explain the source of this stuff, and no way to explain his TCM skills. More crucially, if he said it, it would be more like daydreaming. And one lie needs countless lies to make up for it, so it's better not to say it.

It wouldn't be too late to say it after he had done it. And Wei Lan was not an unwise woman who liked to pester and get to the bottom of things, which was very important and the main reason why Wang Yan was dating her.

"Is your money enough to open a company? I have 150,000 here..."

Wang Yan shook his head and reached out to embrace Wei Lan: "I still have some money; a few months is no problem. Keep your money; if it doesn't succeed, I'll have to rely on you to support me."

"I was thinking about quitting my job to start a business with you, but you're thinking about failure before you've even started?" Wei Lan leaned on Wang Yan's shoulder: "If you say so, I really can't move it around; otherwise, we'll both have to sleep on the street."

"This is making the worst plans and striving in the direction of the most successful. And what can't make money now? I'll never let you suffer and sleep on the street."

Wei Lan smiled, got up, peeled a banana and handed it to Wang Yan, took an apple and took a bite, pretending not to care while watching TV: "There's more than a month until the New Year, how... do you plan?"

"What do you think?"

"Me? I'm fine with anything."

"Go back to my place for the New Year?"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Lan turned her head sharply: "Okay."

After saying it, Wei Lan realized she was a bit anxious and hurriedly waved her hand: "I'm not, not..."

Wang Yan embraced Wei Lan: "I know. How about this, let's see how your holiday is arranged. Because my home is a bit far, let's stay at my place for two days first for this New Year, and then go to your place on the second or third day of the New Year. It'll be more convenient for us then, what do you say?"

Wei Lan nodded, finalizing it: "It's settled."

They had been dating for half a year, so there was basically no problem. Let's see the situation next year; if there's money in hand, just get married; there's no need to delay.

The two talked for a while longer, then accompanied each other to put on clothes, led the dog, held the cat, and went downstairs for a stroll...

In the following time, Wang Yan found a small office space, which wasn't even as big as the house he rented, a completely makeshift team... He spent some money to find an agency company to help register the company. The name was naturally the most familiar "Long Teng". Of course, there was a prefix in front: Lin'an Long Teng Technology, Lin'an Long Teng Health. Later, he would register a "Long Teng Holdings" to control these two companies, which could truly be called "Long Teng".

In this process, after Wang Yan simply set things up, he also started working. First, to familiarize himself with writing code; after all, he hadn't touched it for more than a hundred years, and the skills were about to drop levels. Another thing was to interview by the way, find two little brothers or something, and strive to finalize it before the New Year.

It was mainly because he really didn't have any prestige here, and he was doing internet stuff, so it was hard to give people a sense of security. Serious players with many years of experience wouldn't even look at him...

With his current conditions, he could only find two interns, and they had to be college students from ordinary schools. But he was picky; if he got two people who were nothing and came to ask this and that, he wouldn't dare to open a training class to make money...

So overall, it was really hard for him to find little brothers.

Of course, he wasn't in a hurry; his own speed was already enough to take on jobs now. After all, the underlying functional modules were basically encapsulated, which was much simpler and faster.

It was just that by the time he finished here, there wasn't much time left until the New Year, so he didn't take action.

Time passed day by day. In the middle, Wang Yan and Wei Lan informed their parents about the arrangements for the New Year. Wang Yan routinely got up early to exercise, went to work, cooked at home in the evening, exercised occasionally, and spent most of his time reading, and soon it was the end of the month.

This day, Wang Yan was writing code in his rented office when the system's message arrived unexpectedly.

"Spring Breeze Ten Miles, Not as Good as You, Xin Yi: Don't want to die."

Wang Yan had watched two or three episodes of this TV series, but now he couldn't remember what it was. Stopping his work, Wang Yan logged in as a member as usual to watch the TV series.

"Spring Breeze Ten Miles, Not as Good as You" is mainly about... routinely Baidu it.

The whole show has forty episodes, and Wang Yan watched it for three days. As usual, he checked some information from that time and looked at the analysis and evaluation of this show by netizens.

Not much to say about the show; after all, whether it was good or bad, he acted more according to his own subjectivity, so it didn't have much impact.

However, the doctor's profession inside was quite good. It just so happened that he could go in this time and use modern medicine to research and turn his secret medicine into finished medicine. Compared to relying on modern medicine to research the universalization of secret medicine before, the difficulty of this mission was obviously reduced a lot.

As for Xin Yi's illness, he should be able to prevent it when he goes over, and handle it while he's not sick.

Confirming that there was no problem, Wang Yan pulled out the panel and chose the operation...

A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared from the simple office...