Chapter 262: Daily Life

Opening his eyes, what he saw were the cat and dog still blinking and looking at him.

Ignoring these two things, Wang Yan turned around, poured a glass of water, and looked at the fine rain still drifting outside the window, easing the dizziness of the space-time shift.

The cat and dog sat together, not understanding why this human had to drink again just after drinking water. After waiting for a while, seeing that the human had no intention of interacting with them, the dog got up, twisted its butt, and returned to its little nest to lie down and brew sleepiness. The cat was much more spirited, stepped forward with cat-like steps, hovered around the human's feet twice, stretched out its claws, hooked onto the pajamas, nimbly climbed onto his shoulder and sat down, affectionately rubbed against Wang Yan's face, and watched the spring rain outside together.

It could be seen from the loose threads on Wang Yan's pajamas that this thing was a repeat offender, and its movements were very skillful...

This pair of cat and dog was relatively obedient. The dog had been walked too hard in the morning, and during the day, it couldn't sleep peacefully because of the cat that had adapted to human routines. The sharp senses of animals also made them dare not act presumptuously in front of Wang Yan. Killing intent is something mysterious and profound, unclear and indescribable; the two little things could feel Wang Yan's danger, which was quite worry-free.

Ignoring the little cat on his shoulder, after adapting well, Wang Yan pulled out the panel and looked at it.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 56

Unallocated points 4

Storage space 2m3

In terms of attributes, the remaining four points from last time were added to Spirit in "The Great Era", reaching 56 from the previous 52. This mission completion rewarded another four points, which, as usual, were left for the next world.

After a glance, he pulled open the skill list. Overall, the skills hadn't changed much; he had already gone very far in the two paths of medicine and martial arts, and the progress was not great. However, in terms of medical skills, although his level was already quite superb and his craftsmanship quite exquisite, he still couldn't reach the level of curing terminal illnesses. Regarding those terminal illnesses, the best he could do was stabilize the condition, prolong the progression of the disease, and in disguise, let the patient live for a few more days.

However, Wang Yan's greatness wasn't just bragging. He could cure things that Western medicine could cure, like early-stage cancer. He even had a certain chance of curing mid-stage lesions. For the final terminal stage, it depended on fate, but stabilizing the condition to let the patient live a few more days was achievable. Of course, this cancer was also classified by type and location; he wasn't that great at all of them.

His best skill was removing the lesion, strangling major diseases in the cradle. Just like Xin Yi back then, didn't she live healthily for another twenty years?

Because he participated in the R&D of the ternary system and engaged in thirty years of research, the skills related to computers had all been upgraded. Especially in programming, because of participating in various underlying R&D and system architecture, he had also gone a very long way.

Other skills were just so-so, mainly because he didn't focus on new skills this time, just engaged in research. And now his goal had changed; self-improvement was just a daily routine, and more importantly, he wanted to fight to see if he could make life sci-fi in the real world. At the very least, he had to establish the giant 'Long Teng' from the film and television world in the real world. As for making money, it was just an accessory.

After reading, he put away the panel, carried the cat, and put the cup away. He stopped by the cat nest of the cat that was beside the dog he was carrying, took the cat off his shoulder, and rubbed its little head: "It's getting late, little thing, go to sleep."

The cat, of course, couldn't understand, but it understood what it meant to be put into its nest. It meowed twice, and under Wang Yan's gaze, the cat left its cat nest, walked to the dog nest where the dog was watching with open eyes, arched twice to find a comfortable position, gave the dog a "meow-meow punch" to say goodnight, and closed its eyes to sleep.

The dog whimpered softly, staring innocently at Wang Yan. But seeing Wang Yan turn and leave without even looking, it resigned itself to its fate, shifted its body, lay down again, and went to sleep.

In the bedroom, Wei Lan was sleeping soundly. Feeling the familiar aura, she turned over and snuggled into Wang Yan's arms.

Wang Yan reached out to embrace Wei Lan, smelling the fresh fragrance in her hair, just in time to connect with the middle of the night without jet lag, and closed his eyes to sleep...

Sleeping until dawn, getting up early as usual, Wang Yan got up and walked to the window to take a look. The light rain from last night had stopped, only the dampness on the ground told people it had been there and had just left.

Dressed, the cat was lazy and didn't care, so Wang Yan took the dog downstairs and came to the Xihu. Although the weather was cold, it was not as bad as the late spring cold in the north. Many elderly people living nearby had already come out for a stroll, and spirited tourists had also come early to feel the lake and mountain scenery that was famous throughout the country and different from their hometowns, which was quite lively.

Simply exercising his body, Wang Yan led the dog and started morning training. The dog stuck out its big tongue in despair, running for its life in front. It had already given up; since it couldn't resist, it was better to get tired and lie down early so it could rest.

This could be considered a scene in the morning at Xihu. After a few months like this, this inspirational dog had become quite famous in this area. Moreover, some busybodies had filmed the scene of the dog running with Wang Yan and uploaded it to Douyin. It couldn't be said that people were busybodies; it could only be said that they were truly recording a beautiful life. Anyway, it brought some trouble to Wang Yan.

After all, as a man who could run wildly with a dog, every day, and was also filmed practicing martial arts in a corner, plus he didn't look handsome but was still pleasant to look at, it was inevitable that he would be exposed. The spread of the internet was quite fast, and it was estimated that after another period of fermentation, he wouldn't be able to come to Xihu anymore. It wasn't that Wang Yan was pretentious; he simply didn't like to be in the spotlight and get involved in right and wrong.

Simply analyzing it, after he and the dog became popular, there would be several types of people. One, those who questioned him for hype. Two, those who questioned whether he could fight. Three, once someone said he had real stuff, would it attract some free combat, Sanda, or boxing circle athletes? Four, there would be dog lovers jumping out to tell him that dogs shouldn't be walked like that. Five, there would be some bored people blocking him and his dog.

This was just the simplest few points; there were many strange directions that Wang Yan couldn't think of. Of course, all of this was ultimately built on the fact that he had a certain degree of traffic and value, which was truly boring.

There was no way around this. Living in such an era, being a little bit out of the ordinary, one would accidentally become a monkey. It was all Wang Mou's fault for being too excellent; even if he hid in the crowd, he couldn't hide that ten-thousand-foot radiance. It was all his fault.

However, it couldn't be said that there were no benefits. After all, Wei Lan uploaded videos of the cat and dog all day long. Now the dog was quite famous, and those who wanted to know more dynamics inevitably found Wei Lan and clicked follow with their money-making little hands...

Anyway, looking at the increasing number of fans and views every day, Wei Lan was quite happy, and she became more and more energetic in editing videos. If this continued, it wouldn't be impossible for Wei Lan to really change her career and do some small live streaming, selling dog food, cat food, and pet supplies.

Exercising for more than an hour as usual, after seven o'clock, Wang Yan led the dog, which was as tired as a dog, home, and passed by the breakfast shop downstairs to buy breakfast on the way.

Wei Lan hadn't gotten up yet. After adding food and water for the cat and dog, Wang Yan washed up, and only then did he wake up the sleeping Wei Lan.

Wei Lan, with disheveled hair, hummed and hawed. After being dazed for a while and waking up, she looked at the cat and dog before sitting at the dining table to eat.

Drinking porridge and eating small steamed buns, Wei Lan asked casually: "How is your company? Has it opened yet?"

"Not yet." Wang Yan shook his head: "But it's coming soon. I've been contacting clients recently."

It was a white lie. He had been moving code all along; where would he have time to do those things? This time, he didn't bring many things, basically just processes, directions, and the like. After these were memorized, it was time to start finding clients to make money. Otherwise, with the little money in his hands, he couldn't hold on for long. Now he was only supporting one person, and that was a monthly expenditure of twenty thousand; he had to make money.

"Come on." Wei Lan pinched her little fist, bent her arm, and cheered for Wang Yan: "You will definitely make it."

If it were changed to 'Wang-san, ganbatte!', matched with her little expression and little actions, this scene had a sense of a Japanese youth romance film.

"Received, received." Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Eat quickly, you'll need a while to wash up later, don't be late."

Wei Lan laughed, lowered her head to eat, and talked about some random things. A breakfast was thus passed.

She wasn't worried about Wang Yan not having business, but just felt that Wang Yan going out to do business was because of her, confining a free soul that could have been unrestrained into a boring life day after day, which made her feel very sorry. So when she had nothing to do, she always wanted to care and give some encouragement to her lover.

Wang Yan, of course, knew these things, but it could only be said that she was somewhat sentimental. After all, his starting a business was more to exert some effort; making money was secondary. Of course, what he said was definitely for the sake of their little life getting better and better, buying a house and property, blah blah blah.

After breakfast, Wei Lan washed up and put on makeup, while Wang Yan watched the morning news in the living room. When Wei Lan was ready, it was eight-thirty and time for work. Wei Lan was close, and it was only three bus stops away. The directions were inconsistent, so Wang Yan called a ride-hailing car to the company in the suburbs.

Ma Zichen naturally arrived early, had already cleaned up, and was sitting there scratching his head at the screen. Previously, Wang Yan had assigned him a small function, and this state had lasted for more than half a month.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ma Zichen turned his head and greeted: "Morning, Brother Yan."

With a hum, Wang Yan walked behind him and stood still: "How is the development going?"

"Generally, it's about there, it's just..." Ma Zichen couldn't help but smile awkwardly and touch his head: "It's just that there are some small problems that haven't been solved."

He knew what his own code looked like; he had studied the boss's code, and compared to it, he was a little trash. Accepting the task for the first time, he was very uneasy and afraid of being scolded.

"Find it and let me see."

"Oh." Ma Zichen pulled up the code and tried hard to express the problem: "It's just this..."

After listening, Wang Yan had a count; the problem wasn't big. In fact, it was mainly because Ma Zichen had too little experience, and many logical things hadn't been sorted out. Coupled with carelessness, he ignored many basic things. So after the code ran, problems occurred frequently.

After three or five minutes to solve the problem, Wang Yan looked at it a few times and said: "It's about there, you test it again, if there's no problem, upload the code."

Not being sprayed, Ma Zichen let out a long breath and was still a little happy: "Good, Brother Yan."

After explaining, Wang Yan returned to his seat, took out his computer, and started working. He had to copy out the things in his brain. This time, most of them were processes and directions, and a small part was still some artificial intelligence core code, basically ten or eight days of work. Compared to the original month of day and night, it was really much less.

The two old men had no small talk. Wang Yan was clattering there, and Ma Zichen was testing and checking code there, and the morning passed quickly.

At noon, simply went downstairs to eat some Shaxian snacks, rested, and continued to work.

It wasn't that Wang Yan, the boss who provided meals, was stingy; after all, he himself was also eating Shaxian snacks. It was mainly because today it was Shaxian snacks' turn. He had been here for two months, and Ma Zichen had been here for a month. The big and small shops downstairs and the nearby takeaways, etc., had basically been ordered once, and the specific tastes were roughly known. Therefore, it was inevitable to fall into the most terrifying part of going to work: what to eat at noon today?

Because Wang Yan also worked overtime occasionally, he didn't cook with Ma Zichen, so there was another more terrifying part: what to eat tonight? Hard to handle.

It could only be that when the company grew bigger, they would have a self-operated restaurant, gathering various master chefs of various domestic and foreign cuisines, cooking various delicacies in various ways, to solve this problem. But that was a distant future; now saying those things was somewhat daydreaming.

In the afternoon, Ma Zichen brought up the code. Wang Yan took the time to test it together with the modules he had made before, taught while doing it, and after changing some things, sent Ma Zichen a new document, let him continue to scratch his head, and then continued to do his own things.

As for the quality of Ma Zichen's code, in his opinion, it was trash and really couldn't be looked at. The code and comments were a mess, just barely usable. Of course, now it was a startup, and Ma Zichen's experience was shallow, so take it slowly.

And the most critical thing was that although the technology he held was unique in the world and far ahead, the application scenarios for artificial intelligence were basically saturated. Fields like finance, medical care, unmanned driving, machine translation, face and voiceprint recognition, industrial control, robots, etc., were either self-researched by others or customized services in cooperation with some leading companies. In this case, it was quite difficult for a small workshop like his to stand out.

So, before his Long Teng Technology became famous, he could only rely on picking up some small sesame seeds or relying on advanced technology for low-price competition. Because he had no connections and no resources, he could only engage in malicious competition with high technology and low prices. Only in this case would some small enterprise clients see him and break out of the siege.

For medium and large enterprises, his scale was not good. No matter what, he had to get rid of this small workshop, and only after having dozens or hundreds of people would there be a chance.

As for his development of some mobile phone smart genie assistant, to be honest, it was useless. His technology was strong, but it was only three, four, five, or six steps ahead of others, not reaching the level of crushing. Moreover, major mobile phone manufacturers all had artificial idiots. Although his idiot was a little more clever than other idiots and the human-computer interaction experience was better, it was still an idiot.

Having technology would likely lead to standing out, but other people's choices didn't just look at technology. In the final analysis, what he did was service, but it was just a better-sounding high-tech service.

So, for some small jobs of some small companies, the trash code written by Ma Zichen matched with the efficient core underlying code written by Wang Mou was enough to cope.

Near the end of work, Wang Yan received a WeChat message from Wei Lan saying she had to work overtime. Then, of course, he wouldn't go back early. He ate pork rib rice with Ma Zichen at a shop next to Shaxian, came back, and continued to work until nine o'clock before taking a taxi home.

Ma Zichen, of course, consciously stayed to work, but Wang Yan estimated that he wasn't very serious either; after all, he didn't set a date and had no sense of urgency. When he was clattering there, he heard Ma Zichen also clattering.

What was said on the internet wasn't necessarily wrong. With Ma Zichen's level, he was far from reaching that degree; he must be chatting with others. So staying here for a while at night was basically chatting while doing less work.

Wang Yan, naturally, wouldn't say much. He didn't have very high requirements for Ma Zichen; it was good to have a certain improvement every day. Workload and work efficiency would eventually be raised; it was just a matter of experience and money.

Because Wei Lan's project had reached a critical moment recently, she had a pile of things every day, worked overtime every day, and was so busy that she couldn't even care about the cat and dog, and the video updates were broken. It was also because of this that Wang Yan followed Wei Lan's rhythm and started working overtime every day, and it only took him a week to complete the rewriting of those materials in advance.

It had to be said that the few hard drives Wang Yan had in his hands, including those used for backup, if they leaked out and were used by others for development, would together be a super invincible commercial empire, and if split up, they would also be unicorns one by one. Of course, that was just talk; he kept them in his storage space, so how could anyone get them.

Moreover, his computer, the servers set up by the company, including the computers Ma Zichen bought later, were all processed by him and were quite alert. In terms of his network security technology, after so many years, there should be no opponents.

After writing those materials and documents and getting the core code ready, it was time to consider making money and expanding the company; sitting and eating until the mountain was empty was not a way.

Although he registered health products and could hand-rub small pills, to be honest, the price of tens of thousands was not easy to sell. Still the same sentence, if there were no previous health product scams, he could also transform into Master Wang and go out to give health and wellness lectures and sell products, but now it wouldn't work. And the most critical consumption ability, one bottle a month, thirteen thousand a year, was really not easy for ordinary families.

To do this, there were only two methods. One was to lay out goods in pharmacies on a large scale, advertise, and sell out after word-of-mouth from those who ate crabs. Another was like in the previous Great Era, finding a bunch of ground-pushing personnel, asking everyone they saw on the street, and finally selling out by word-of-mouth. But these two points had one bad thing: they cost a lot of money.

So for selling Vitality Pills, he could only conduct traditional telephone marketing, blind cats bumping into dead mice, slowly bumping into suckers, and slowly accumulating word-of-mouth.

However, the benefits of technology were reflected here. He didn't have to make harassing calls one by one like before. Because an application of artificial intelligence was intelligent outbound calling.

Regarding this point, he had a plan long ago... ===== CHAPTER 263 =====