Chapter 287: Ideal

"This dish is their signature, the taste is not bad, you guys hurry up and try it."

In the restaurant, Zhu Li turned the dining table full of dishes and invited them enthusiastically.

"Good, good, good, you eat too, don't worry about us." Su Mingyu looked at the table full of dishes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You say, why did you order so much? There are only three of us, it's too wasteful."

"It's fine, we can pack up what we can't eat and take it back."

"Then it won't taste good, and with so many dishes, you and your parents will have to eat for how long? Seriously..."

Wang Yan didn't speak; he was eating. This craftsmanship was about at the level of an entry-level LV4. For so many restaurants, it was truly top-notch. After all, not all restaurants could have top-level LV4, or even LV5 strength. It was mealtime, and in order to serve dishes quickly, many materials were prepared in advance. Being able to reach this level showed that the master chef in charge was a top talent.

As for the table full of dishes, Zhu Li's apology was expressed quite well. She really ordered whatever was good, whatever was expensive—all hard dishes. This table wouldn't come down for a few thousand yuan.

Zhu Li smiled without speaking. Today, Su Mingyu and Wang Yan would eat well, and eating lettuce for a few days was no big deal. Besides, it wasn't that they didn't eat leftovers normally, it was just that there was too much this time, and they might still have to waste quite a bit...

After a moment of silence, the three ate for a while. For this kind of first formal, in-depth exchange, there was no need for Wang Yan to liven up the atmosphere. Su Mingyu was originally a smooth talker, and she wasn't too familiar with Zhu Li. It was like Su Mingyu and Wu Fei; they chatted quite well during the process of establishing contact. So Wang Yan just had to eat and drink and listen to their idle chatter.

"Are you in contact with Sister-in-law?"

Zhu Li was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said: "It was just when she and Big Brother divorced, I called her to ask about the situation and comforted her, but I haven't been in contact since. I heard she brought Mimi back to Shanghai, and I don't know how she is now. Are you in contact?"

"She has been to Suzhou several times, and we played around Suzhou."

"Is that so? Then how is Sister-in-law now?"

Su Mingyu smiled: "Quite good. She doesn't plan to go to America anymore. She found a kindergarten for Mimi in Shanghai. We video-chatted two days ago, and she said she's working as a clerk in a state-owned enterprise, 8 to 5, with a stable income, and can take care of her parents and Mimi. It's quite good."

"That's truly good. When I talked to her before, I persuaded her too. After all, she was alone abroad, and it wasn't convenient with a child. Now it's good, living a stable life."

"Hmm, truly." Su Mingyu nodded in approval: "Wait until the evening, I'll ask her if she's coming this week. If she is, we'll gather together then."

"That would be great. I'll just happen to see Mimi too. I haven't seen her yet."

Su Mingyu nodded with a smile, and she and Zhu Li talked about some messy things. Of course, they didn't have too many common topics, but Zhu Li was talking about some things that had happened in the old Su family over the years. Zhu Li's situation was different from Wu Fei's. Wu Fei simply had no one to listen, but Zhu Li had friends, classmates, and best friends in the country. It was just that she felt ashamed to say these things to others, and others wouldn't understand. Confiding in Su Mingyu, who was a daughter of the old Su family but stayed out of it, was a good object.

The two chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had finished their meal, and it was almost time for work.

Su Mingyu said: "Pack up the remaining dishes, I'll send you back."

"No, no, I'll just hail a taxi back, it's not far." Zhu Li waved her hand repeatedly, noticed the dishes on the table, and looked at Wang Yan in surprise, giving a thumbs up: "You can truly eat."

A table of more than ten dishes, Wang Yan only ate four or five: "This is to accept your apology."

"Then you don't have to eat so much, you'll hurt your body."

Su Mingyu found the waiter outside the door, turned her head and heard Zhu Li's words, shook her head and smiled: "Listen to him talking nonsense, his appetite is just that big. I don't know how he grows, eating without getting fat. We can't envy it."

Laughing, Wang Yan waved his hand: "You two clean up, my first class is about to start, leaving first."

"Go, go." Su Mingyu waved.

Zhu Li also said a "Goodbye." Now that she had changed her position and was no longer Su Mingcheng's wife, her perception of Wang Yan was much better, and she felt this person was not bad.

Nodding, Wang Yan turned and swayed away to educate the little flowers at school.

Zhu Li didn't win against Su Mingyu in the end, and was sent to the outside of the residential area by Su Mingyu. They agreed to play together after a while, and then they parted ways.

On the other side, Su Daqiang ate the food cooked by Cai Genhua and went to the detention center by himself. But unfortunately, before the verdict, he couldn't visit, and even if he found a lawyer, he couldn't see him.

After no results, Su Daqiang sighed and returned home, enjoying Cai Genhua's considerate care...

Actually, it was possible for Su Daqiang to see Su Mingcheng, even without Wang Yan. Su Mingyu could find the way after seven turns and eight turns, but Su Daqiang didn't know it. Besides, he didn't want to deal with Su Mingyu now, so he gave up.

Since Su Mingcheng was looking for death, Wang Yan would definitely fulfill him, so he naturally said hello. It was mainly because Su Mingcheng confessed, and the surveillance in the underground parking lot was quite clear, so there was no room for sophistry.

The most crucial thing was that there was no one outside to mediate for him and reach a settlement with Manager Zhou. Besides, Su Mingcheng had beaten Manager Zhou half to death, and her not-so-beautiful old face had been ruined a bit, and the pain on her body constantly reminded her, so she naturally wanted to pursue it to the end, and even opened her mouth wide to demand a large amount of money for this and that.

Su Mingcheng also gave up, breaking the jar and letting it break—whatever, let it be.

And Wang Yan saying hello was just to advance the time of the trial. To be honest, it was helping Su Mingcheng, letting him spend quite a few fewer days in the detention center.

Therefore, ten days later, in the primary court, with the hammer representing order and authority falling, Su Mingcheng was sentenced to six years and ten months in prison, and at the same time compensated Manager Zhou 300,000 Chinese currency.

Actually, Su Mingcheng didn't have to be sentenced for so many years, it was just that Manager Zhou's asking price was too high, and Su Mingcheng didn't pay at all. The legal aid lawyer evaluated it comprehensively, persuaded him painstakingly, and finally paid 300,000. But because it wasn't communicated well, the sentencing was inevitably a bit more. If he hadn't paid a cent, ten years definitely wouldn't have run away.

Su Mingcheng, who had heard the verdict, didn't say anything; he had long been mentally prepared. At this moment, the verdict was over, and he was about to be taken away to prison. Looking at his father sitting behind him, his face full of tears and regret, Zhu Li with disappointment in her eyes, and Wang Yan with a smile on the corner of his mouth and Su Mingyu with an unclear expression, he knew Su Mingyu and Wang Yan were here to see his joke. But things had reached this point, and he had no heart to be angry or roar anymore.

It was just his father and Zhu Li—he was truly sorry. Zhu Li wouldn't be mentioned; it was all his own doing. What would his father do in the future? The eldest brother in America was determined not to come back, and Su Mingyu definitely wouldn't care. He was in now, who would take care of him?

However, this thought just flashed by. He had done enough for his father. He couldn't even take care of himself now, and was about to go to jail, so he couldn't care.

Su Mingcheng pulled the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile to his father and Zhu Li who were looking at him. Then, led by the police, he disappeared at the door.

Watching the verdict end, other bystanders and Manager Zhou's family members stood up and left one after another. Su Daqiang stood up tremblingly and walked out, ignoring Wang Yan and the others. He had completely stopped counting on Su Mingyu to acknowledge him. Although no one cared, he had hands and feet, so he could live no matter what. And judging from his observation during this period, even if Su Mingyu wanted to support him, that Wang Yan wouldn't do it.

Su Mingyu looked at Su Daqiang's staggering back, and there was some struggle, but in the end, it turned into firmness. She truly didn't owe the Su family anything. Although the grace of birth

She had chatted with Wu Fei before, and after coming in, she had also gotten in touch with Zhu Li, so she knew just how capable Su Daqiang was of making a scene; he had truly let himself go after Zhao Meilan died, and he wasn't worth pitying. It was just that looking at his back, which was so far removed from the distant memories of the past, she felt an indescribable bitterness—that was the mighty power of time. But no matter how boundless the power of time was, it could not smooth over the pain in her heart. What time gives people is forgetting, and forgetting is merely not wanting to recall things deep within one's heart; it does not mean it doesn't hurt.

Although Su Mingyu had thought it through, it still affected her mood. During the drive, she didn't say a word, changing lanes and overtaking while slamming on the gas, going fast one moment and slow the next, and even angrily honking her horn when she encountered an idiot driver. Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Hey, Mingyu, are Wu Fei and Xiao Mi coming over tomorrow?" They hadn't come over last week, mainly because Wu Fei felt embarrassed; they couldn't make it this week, otherwise Su Mingyu would overthink it, and that was why Wu Fei had agreed to it.

"Oh, right, sister-in-law, I'm off tomorrow, so big sister-in-law is bringing Xiao Mi over. Do you have time?" Su Mingyu glanced at the rearview mirror.

Zhu Li was sitting very carefully in the back. Hearing Su Mingyu speak and feeling the steady speed of the car, she quietly let go of the leather seat she had been gripping tightly: "I'm fine, any time is okay."

"That's good. Tomorrow I'll go to the station to pick up big sister-in-law. You can go directly to my place then; I'll send you the address in a bit."

"I'll go with you."

Su Mingyu nodded: "That works too. Tomorrow I'll go to your place to pick you up first, then we'll go to the train station together."

"It's settled then." Zhu Li nodded: "Mingyu, I've arrived. Just stop up ahead."

Skillfully signaling, she brought the car to a steady stop on the side of the road: "Take care, sister-in-law. I'll message you on WeChat tomorrow."

"Okay, Mingyu, Wang Yan, bye-bye."

Su Mingyu smiled and waved, and Wang Yan also gave a nod.

Watching Zhu Li carry her bag and trot in her high heels toward the office building, Wang Yan said: "Your state of mind is off."

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"I just remembered those things from the past again. Seeing my dad like that today, he probably really doesn't count on me anymore. You say I'm cheap too; before, when he begged me, I was a thousand times unwilling. Now that he's left like this, my heart feels empty."

"You're just overthinking it. When your mom wasn't dead, didn't you go so many years without anything happening?" Looking at the bitterly smiling Su Mingyu, Wang Yan said: "It's not that I'm saying anything, but your dad never took you seriously. You can understand what he's like by combining what Wu Fei and Zhu Li said; he's just thinking about spending your money to enjoy himself. Now that your dad has said soft words several times, but you can't spend money to let him enjoy himself, isn't it normal for him to ignore us?"

"Can I not know that? It's just that I feel uncomfortable inside."

"You'll feel comfortable once you go to work. Let's go, drop me off at school, I can still make the fourth period." Wang Yan adjusted the seat and lay back halfway.

"Dead look." Su Mingyu rolled her eyes, turned her head to check the road conditions, merged into the traffic, and slammed on the gas, shaking Wang Yan a bit. She got a complaint in return, and only then did she drive normally, dropping Wang Yan off at the school gate before leaving directly to go to work...

The next day, Wang Yan naturally wouldn't get mixed up with a bunch of women at home, so he got up early and went to headquarters.

The artificial intelligence currently based on 'Chaos' was still a long way from realizing all the original binary functions, but it didn't matter anymore, because the appearance of 'Dragon', who liked to bicker with the little one whenever he had nothing to do, already explained everything. As for the achievements Wang Yan had made so far, judging by the progress in the real world, the gap was so wide that even Sun Wukong couldn't flip over it.

With his current abilities, making robots to deliver food, deliver packages, and intelligent driving was already something that could be implemented. Intelligent driving might be a bit worse because he hadn't built cars, and the hardware was hard to grasp. But as for robots, there was no problem; he had studied artificial intelligence for as long as he had studied robots. He had researched a series of things like robot dogs, robots, and mechanical arms, and the results were, of course, very good.

Of course, the technology had reached that point, but it wasn't of much use. Because robots had to be detached from control and operate independently. Then the requirements for signal transmission were very high; the best would certainly be zero latency, but relying on current 4G definitely wouldn't work, and while 5G's performance was certainly much stronger, it hadn't started to be promoted and built yet, so there was still no way to launch it.

But it was still what Wang Yan had thought before: even if it could be implemented and promoted, he couldn't do it. If he couldn't solve the surplus labor force, he would be courting death by starting a new round of industrial upgrading. It was just to test the most ideal effects that could be achieved, and to publish these things to show off and scare the foreigners.

After thinking for this period of time, Wang Yan set his sights on the Metaverse, which was currently popular in the real world. He didn't care if the people in the real world were bragging or harvesting a new round of leeks; what he valued was the vision. His ultimate goal was very cliché: to rush out of Earth and head toward the universe.

Just like what was written in some novels, creating an immersive virtual world, and then using this to link with robots—that is, controlling robots in the real world to work from within the virtual world. Coordinating with rockets to send them to other planets to collect extraterrestrial resources. This was a job that provided countless positions; it was definitely a good gig. And who knows, maybe he could even engage in immigration or something, real estate development on other planets...

So based on this, his direction for the future was very clear. Just follow America's Musk: research rockets, space stations, space shuttles, aerial fortresses, and extraterrestrial factories to rush out of Earth for transport and docking; research energy and its application technology to support the long-distance, high-power navigation of the former; research communication technology to maximize transmission efficiency and distance; research virtual reality to build virtual worlds and immersive external VR and AR equipment—this was because he didn't like brain-computer interfaces; he liked the helmets and nutrient pods from novels; and he also had to research powered armor robots, which were the main force for doing the work.

This plan was, of course, magnificent; of course, it was science fiction; of course, it was impossible to achieve easily; and of course, it was wishful thinking. Wang Yan didn't know if he could see that day, after all, he had just started in the real world and was still a poor guy.

But the countless branches under the aforementioned technologies—such as servers capable of carrying hundreds of millions or even billions of people and the super-invincible, incredibly awesome computers that supported their operation, such as fusion technology, such as powered armor, such as anti-gravity technology, etc. —every breakthrough was a step for humanity, accompanied by massive resources.

He wouldn't dare say anything else, but he had confidence in this point: as long as he wanted to do something, what he mastered would definitely be the most advanced, without a doubt. After all, he had been doing artificial intelligence for over a hundred years, and he had been working on body-strengthening pills for two hundred years, while the real world had only been a short year. Unless there really was extraterrestrial technology, otherwise he was the most awesome.

In fact, even if there was extraterrestrial technology, Wang Yan didn't think it would be more advanced than his most beloved living father...

Regardless, this also gave Wang Yan a clear ideal to strive for. Before, he was just constantly learning and constantly traveling. Doing artificial intelligence and body-strengthening pills—to put it nicely, it was to improve the country's strength; to put it bluntly, it was still to make money for himself. Now it was different; he really had an unreachable direction, and he just had to strive toward it.

When thinking of these things, Wang Yan felt a long-lost fighting spirit. That was the time in his student days when he swore to study hard and read more books, and the time after work when he swore to work hard to make money and buy a house and a car. But now was definitely very different from then; his will was firm and unmoving, and he would never turn back to go to an internet cafe, let alone finish talking about saving money and then immediately go upstairs for a massage, or spend a few hundred yuan at some unknown hair salon...

Also based on the above, Wang Yan had recently been organizing cooperation with the Space Administration. Simply put, it was sending money; he wanted to participate to understand it well, to take a look.

Everyone trusted Wang Yan, but no one let their guard down, though those were two different things. Not to mention anything else, given the hatred the supervisor Wang Yan arranged for him had drawn, basically as long as he stepped out of Chinese territory, he would die eight hundred times a minute from various reasonable accidents; this was the best guarantee of trust. The vigilance was only because Wang Yan was too awesome, and the achievements he had made were a little bit exaggerated.

With Wang Yan's level, plus the fact that he himself could almost be considered a scientist, he was qualified to come into contact with the core technologies of aerospace. If that really didn't work, using the world's most advanced artificial intelligence technology he mastered as a meeting gift wasn't a problem either. Of course, this was actually irrelevant, because Long Teng's technology was applied in many aspects and had long been in cooperation, so everyone was very at ease.

Wang Yan's idea was also simple: just mix in and steal... memorize the technology, memorize all the processes and experiences, and have a high-level starting point. Later, he would learn some knowledge about aerospace, and while spending money like crazy to do research, he would learn along the way—that was it. In a hundred or eighty years, he would be the most awesome at building rockets.

However, the relevant cooperation was still being negotiated and had not been settled...

After being busy for a day, Wang Yan didn't have dinner with the women but ate a bite in the company cafeteria, and then worked until past eight in the evening before leaving headquarters.

It was already past nine when he got home. Su Mingyu and Wu Fei were sitting on the sofa chatting, while Wang Lin on the side had dumped out all the toys and was giggling as she played with Xiao Mi.

Seeing Wang Yan return, Su Mingyu said "You're back," Wu Fei nodded with bright eyes and reserve, Xiao Mi politely called "Hello, Aunt's husband," and Wang Lin let out a shout, her short legs running over as she skillfully threw herself into her father's arms.

"Daddy, I missed you to death. Why did you come back so late? Xiao Mi and I were about to go find you."

"Daddy has been busy lately, I have to make money to buy you things to eat, otherwise you're such a big eater, what would we do if Mom and Dad couldn't afford to raise you?"

"Then I'll eat a little less? Daddy, don't be so tired, okay? Spend more time playing with me."

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll come back early from now on. Go play with Xiao Mi." Wang Yan put the little girl down and let her continue playing, looking at the two women, Su Mingyu and Wu Fei: "What did you do today? Did you have a good time?"

Su Mingyu smiled: "We didn't do much, just found a handicraft experience hall and played for most of the day, then went to the amusement park later."

"Yeah, we just watched the two of them play." Wu Fei smiled and took over the conversation.

"You two are in a pretty good mood. Did you get along well with Zhu Li?"

Wu Fei and Su Mingyu looked at each other, turned back and said: "It was pretty good, we chatted very congenially, and even made an appointment to go out and play together when we have time."

"Then go ahead, Mingyu? I'll pay, just go play when you have nothing to do."

Su Mingyu shook her head: "Forget it, I just came back, how long has it been? This play is another long time, let's talk about it after the New Year, I'll take annual leave then."

"Don't you want to take leave every day? Go, it's good to relax. It just so happens that in a week or so Wang Lin will be on winter break, Xiao Mi should be too, right?" Wang Yan looked at Wu Fei.

Wu Fei nodded.

"That's perfect, it saves them from making a fuss at home when they're on break. Go out and play together, just come back when it's New Year."

Wang Yan wanted Su Mingyu to rest more. Although she never said it, there had been too many broken things in the Su family lately; how could she not think about them when she had nothing to do? It was better to go out and wander around. Anyway, whether Su Mingyu and Wu Fei did that job or not was the same, it didn't have much impact. As for Zhu Li, Wang Yan remembered that in the original drama, when Su Mingcheng beat up Su Mingyu, Meng Zhiyuan found the boss of Zhu Li's company, so just saying hello would be fine, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Aren't you on break too? Aren't you going?" Su Mingyu was a bit moved. She also knew that because of Wang Yan, plus the fact that she was originally a veteran, it was easy to talk to Meng Zhiyuan. And after going out to play for a month last time, her heart had become a bit wild; taking the children to see beautiful scenery and enjoy delicious food every day was indeed great. It was just that her man wasn't by her side, otherwise it would be even more perfect.

"You three women are taking two little babies, what am I going for? And I won't be teaching after this semester, I'm preparing to do some serious business."

Su Mingyu asked with a smile: "Not a teacher anymore? Then what are you doing? Do you have any other serious business?"

"I've been in contact with the Space Administration lately, planning to engage in rockets, spaceships, and the like. It just so happens that I'll learn while I'm at it. When winter break comes, I'll have to travel all over the country to conduct inspections."

This was true. After all, a rocket was such a big thing; under the current distribution and production model, it couldn't be concentrated in one place for manufacturing. And it involved many links, and the R&D laboratories weren't concentrated either. He had to run around everywhere, understand it first, and then memorize it according to a plan. And now it was early 2018, he only had two years left, so he had to hurry. There was a lot to memorize this time, so he had to prepare in advance.

"Whoa, not bad, Wang Laoshi?" Wu Fei stared at Wang Yan with wide eyes. Hmm, he was worthy of being the man she had set her sights on; he was excellent.

"Average, average."

"Stinky fart." Su Mingyu rolled her eyes at Wang Yan: "Alright then, let's settle it like this. When Linlin and Xiao Mi are on break, call Zhu Li, and we'll go out and play."

Wang Lin, who had been eavesdropping with her ears pricked up since the 'go out and play' part, heard the decision and hurriedly dragged the oblivious Xiao Mi over, asking a question she already knew the answer to: "Mom, Aunt, are we going out to play?"

Wang Yan looked at his impatient daughter and shook his head. Ignoring their cheers and laughter, he turned and went upstairs to wash up. This was also a little heartless one; she just said she missed him and wanted him to come back early, but she didn't think that once she went out to play, she wouldn't see her own father for a long time. It could be seen that this little one was just good at talking...

The next day, Wang Yan returned from his usual exercise. Wu Fei was up early again, stretching her muscles in the courtyard, her figure fully revealed.

"Morning, Wang Laoshi!"

Knowing that she was teasing him—after all, that was how their relationship was established—Wang Yan stepped forward and slapped her on the butt, even giving it a rogue squeeze: "Morning."

Wu Fei hurriedly pushed Wang Yan away, rolled her eyes, and whispered: "This is your house!"

"Is it exciting?"

Feeling her rapid heartbeat, Wu Fei blushed and turned away. Although she had become the third party, it was because this man was too excellent and had a fatal attraction. But no matter what, she still wanted to save face.

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled; he was just teasing her. As for what was exciting, what was scary, what was owed—he, Wang Mou, had done too many bad things. The first time he felt guilty, the second time he felt it was wrong, but the third, fourth, and countless times later, it was just breaking the jar to smash it; he had no feeling left.

He went upstairs to wash up. The nanny, Aunt Zhao, had dutifully prepared a sumptuous breakfast. Su Mingyu, Wang Lin, and Xiao Mi got up one after another, and they had a warm breakfast together.

After the meal, Su Mingyu took Wu Fei and the two children to pick up Zhu Li at the train station. They were going to Lin'an to play around today and wouldn't be back until the evening.

Wang Yan naturally ran to headquarters to study and struggle for his great ideal...