Chapter 291: Daily Life

Wang Yan couldn't help but rub his slightly dizzy head. After coming back to his senses, he looked around to find his bearings, picked up his water cup, and started drinking water again. And the cat, A-Mao, who had been staring at him, was full of confusion; it still didn't understand why this stupid human did such stupid things.

Ignoring the cat that looked at him like a fool, after simply adapting, he pulled out the panel and looked at it.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 60

Unallocated Points 4

Storage Space 2m³

As usual, he allocated the previous four attribute points to Spirit, reaching sixty. And this mission completion gave him four more attribute points.

As for skills, overall, they were still the same, but his skills related to computer science and other natural sciences had improved. If one really had to say, with his experiences and studies, all three major scientific fields had progressed, though it was just a matter of degree.

After browsing the skill list, Wang Yan put down the water cup in his hand and returned to the room to cuddle with Wei Lan and continue sleeping. If there were no major changes, in terms of love alone, his freshness toward Wei Lan was always there. After all, his time spent with Wei Lan each time was only one month, and what separated them were years or even decades; that feeling was a mix of strangeness and familiarity, a reunion that only he knew about...

The next day, Wang Yan got up early as usual and took the listless dog, A-Gou, out for exercise. However, because of what he said about Little Huo, this time he didn't run laps around the lake but went up the mountain. By comparison, although there were many people climbing the mountain in the morning, they mostly followed the paths of the major scenic spots. He only needed to take A-Gou along some small, narrow paths to avoid much attention.

However, this situation wouldn't last long. After a while, he wouldn't be able to bring the dog out anymore; he had to let A-Gou's popularity fade and just stroll by himself. Although he was also filmed, it wasn't a big problem. Although he didn't like to be in the limelight, a sad fact was that A-Gou, who was tired like a dead dog every day, was the protagonist...

After running, he practiced two sets of boxing in a messy way, and then Wang Yan took A-Gou for a stroll home. He bought breakfast at the breakfast shop downstairs as usual, went home to add water and feed A-Mao and A-Gou, and then washed up himself before going to the bedroom to wake up the sleeping Wei Lan.

Wei Lan dawdled for a while, rolled over twice, and then got up unwillingly. Working every day, occasionally working overtime, and having to "hey hey hey" every two or three days to adjust, she was exhausted.

Without washing up, Wei Lan sat at the dining table with her hair disheveled and her face bare, looking at Wang Yan eating sweetly, unable to help but complain: "You really have vigorous energy."

Wang Yan laughed: "It's you who lack exercise and have a deficient body. Do you want to get up early and practice with me in the future?"

People nowadays were more or less weak, including those who did fitness, fighting, and athletes; strong didn't mean not weak. Wang Yan had thought about making strength-enhancing pills for Wei Lan before, but he never had the time. However, this wasn't urgent; he would see if he could open for business this month and rub some out while he was at it for her to eat.

"Forget it, let me sleep to death in bed." Wei Lan shook her head repeatedly. She envied and admired Wang Yan's persistence and good body, but she absolutely didn't have the same idea; she couldn't bear it.

Seeing Wang Yan laughing and lowering his head to eat, she said "Hey": "How is the company? Have you achieved any results?"

"You know about the smart calling thing I did to sell to those agents for twenty thousand, right? It's only been a short while; how could it be that fast?" Wang Yan shook his head: "Recently, I've been thinking about making a translation software. Since you're a product manager, do you want to give some advice?"

He hadn't told Wei Lan about the software; it wasn't that he was hiding anything, it was just that she hadn't asked. She had asked about the money-making thing last time, so he told her to save her from always worrying; he basically didn't mention anything else, and Wei Lan only asked once every long while. Now that it was mentioned, she was a professional, so he just chatted to pass the time.

"Good, it just so happens that my last project is finished, and I have nothing to do recently. I sit at my desk every day, pretending to be very busy, bored to death. Send me the materials later, and I'll secretly contribute to our own family when I'm at work."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile. In fact, this job didn't really need a product manager; after all, he already had a plan. Letting Wei Lan look at it, she would just do some research, see if the product met the needs of the main target group, and then polish the product details to increase the sense of experience. Although "three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang," for Wang Yan... it wasn't of much use.

After breakfast, Wei Lan washed up, while Wang Yan sat on the sofa, stroking A-Mao's head and watching the morning news. Relatively speaking, Wei Lan's washing speed was still very fast; after all, she always wore light makeup, and she washed her hair when she showered at night, so there were no dawdling links. Of course, light makeup didn't mean makeup was simple; it was also a style. However, for Wei Lan, light makeup was just using a few simple bottles and jars, then drawing her eyebrows and applying lipstick, and that was it. She was naturally beautiful, so there was no need for fancy things to ruin her true colors.

After Wei Lan finished tidying up and poked the cat and teased the dog, she went out to work, contributing her meager strength to the motherland.

When they arrived at the company, Ma Zichen and Chen Yang had naturally arrived long ago, typing code on one side and chatting on the other. The daily cleaning was done, and since the place was so small, it was naturally finished early.

Seeing Wang Yan enter, the two greeted him together: "Morning, Brother Yan."

"Morning." Wang Yan responded with a nod, put his bag in his place, rinsed his cup, made tea with the hot water from the water dispenser, and looked at the two: "Do you two have any problems? If so, say it quickly; if not, I'm starting work."

Ma Zichen was the first to shake his head: "I have no problems; Brother Yang already taught me."

Chen Yang was a pretty good person, and since they chatted quite well at the beginning, Ma Zichen had also thoughtfully revealed the specific situation, so they got along well. Although Ma Zichen often asked some brainless garbage questions that made Chen Yang very irritable, he still answered them. Of course, the attitude was definitely not good, and Wang Yan heard Chen Yang lecturing Ma Zichen every day. Of course, lecturing was lecturing, but they still played well, and having Chen Yang there saved him a lot of worry, so he could be considered to have completely taken over the heavy responsibility of training newcomers.

Chen Yang nodded: "Brother Yan, I have a problem here, take a look..." He had been working for over three years and had participated in large projects, so his level was sufficient. Unlike Ma Zichen, who only knew the boss was powerful but had no concept of how powerful. He could feel it; after all, he had seen some of the encapsulated source code, and he had also felt the work efficiency—that was truly a god-like person. Without blowing or blackening, in the half month he had been here, he could clearly feel the improvement in his own level.

Wang Yan patiently explained the problems Chen Yang encountered. After a short while, he was done, and work officially began. Chen Yang's level was there, and he understood many things as soon as he was given a start, plus his own educational skills, so it was very simple.

After solving the problems, Wang Yan sat in his seat and started working. The first thing was to send the materials for the translation software he had made to Wei Lan; he had already distributed this development work. Chen Yang was the main developer for one module, Ma Zichen was just doing some minor tasks, and he would do the rest when he had time; if he didn't have time, he would just let Chen Yang work his life away...

Actually, the difficulty of developing this software wasn't high—of course, for him. For Chen Yang, the difficulty wasn't high either, it was just that his speed was too slow. After all, all the core things were there, and he could call whatever functions he wanted; it was equivalent to the saplings, water, and pits all being prepared, and Chen Yang's work was just to plant the trees.

What he had to do now was naturally to rewrite everything in his brain. He hadn't recorded any of the binary AI code this time, mainly because the technology he had mastered now was already the current limit. Adding some small algorithms and small functions was irrelevant. If he wanted to improve further under the current technical level, he could only use the new programming language he had created earlier. But he didn't have the time now, so he would talk about it later.

Wang Yan took out the hard drive and the stenography machine, connected them to the computer, organized his thoughts, and started phantom typing.

Hearing the light and dense sound, the Chen Yang and Ma Zichen opposite looked at each other and continued to bury their heads in their work. They had discussed it privately, but they really didn't understand what this Wang Laoban was doing. Programming didn't need a stenography machine, so what was that "pitter-patter"? Of course, they had asked, but Wang Yan just used the excuse of recording data to dismiss them. These two weren't ignorant either, so they didn't ask anymore, but they still couldn't help but be curious occasionally.

At noon, the three went together to eat at a Shaxian snack bar. Although it wasn't mentioned whether meals were provided when Chen Yang joined, how could Wang Yan not provide them? There were only three of them in the company, and it wouldn't be good for two to go out to eat while one stayed behind, as it wasn't conducive to unity. Besides, Wang Mou was now earning twenty thousand a month, so how could he be short of that thousand or eight hundred in meal money? So, just like that, Chen Yang naturally got two meals a day.

In the afternoon, while rewriting materials, Wang Yan checked the background of the harassment calls—naturally not the one developed for agents, but the one he specifically sold for strength-enhancing pills.

Since the development was completed and put into use, it had been over half a month, and it could be considered cultivated. With eight hours of non-stop calling every day, a certain amount of call volume had been accumulated. And before, when it was still very mentally challenged, there were people who chatted, not just for fun, but really with ideas.

So, seeing the dozens of numbers marked in the background, Wang Yan started making calls, which could also be considered letting his hands relax.

"Hello? Hello, I'm from Long Teng Health."

"Yes, right, I contacted you before, it's about the strength-enhancing pill."

"I'm calling you this time because I saw you were interested before, and I want to explain it to you in detail."

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Hearing Wang Yan talking on the phone like a big swindler, Chen Yang and Ma Zichen looked at each other silently again, then tacitly turned back and started typing on their keyboards.

"Did he do this before?"

Ma Zichen: "No, I'm seeing it for the first time too."

"Then what's going on?"

"I don't know."

Chen Yang questioned: "You don't know?"

"Why don't you ask?"

"Why don't you ask?"

"I'm scared."

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They couldn't talk anymore. Chen Yang glared at Ma Zichen, and just then, Wang Yan hung up the phone with a smile, so he hurriedly raised his hand and said weakly: "That, Brother Yan?"

"What's wrong?"

"Do you have another company?"

Wang Yan casually picked up a business license from the table on the side and handed it over. Chen Yang and Ma Zichen looked at it head-to-head, and Chen Yang asked: "Then the strength-enhancing pill you mentioned on the phone... is it, um... swindling people?"

"Do you think my words are fake? Do you think I'm a health product swindler, specifically cheating old people out of their money?" The young man was very straightforward, and Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "You heard what I said just now. I can be responsible for what I say. The strength-enhancing pill I mentioned, as long as you exercise a little after eating it, you can metabolize the parts that cannot be absorbed. Whether it's adults or children, as long as you avoid the precautions I mentioned, in just three to five months, you will be able to feel the obvious changes in your body."

"I'm right here, and you've seen the legal representative information above; it's me, so there's no way I can run. You've heard too many exaggerations from others selling health products before, so it's normal to have resistance. But my strength-enhancing pill can definitely match what I said. And whether it's really effective, you'll only know after experiencing it yourself. It's just started selling now, and it's only 8888. Since you are my employees, I'll let you have it for 7888. In the future, this strength-enhancing pill of mine will sell for over ten thousand. How about it? Do you want to buy a course? If it's not good, I'll refund it."

Chen Yang looked left and right, got up, and ran away: "That... I'm going to the bathroom."

"Ah, Brother Yan, I'm going too." Ma Zichen looked at Wang Yan, who had turned his head, and hurriedly got up and left.

Wang Yan shook his head with amusement and continued to make calls.

Chen Yang and Ma Zichen returned smelling of cigarettes, like Wu Laoer from the east of the village, grinning foolishly at Wang Yan, and then honestly sat there writing code, never mentioning the health products again. They had discussed it and felt that Wang Laoban might be the kind of person who ate poorly but definitely wouldn't eat anything bad, so it was better not to get involved.

As for quitting, they hadn't thought about it. Although this company was a small workshop, they had been here for a while and knew Wang Yan was a good person, paid quickly, didn't have much trouble, and was a technical god, so they got along quite well. The most important thing was that Wang Laoban didn't look like a bad person, and Ma Zichen's social security was paid by "Long Teng Technology," and they knew what kind of work they were doing, so they didn't have any worries.

There were many bad people in the world, but they didn't think Wang Yan would be that stupid. As Chen Yang said, Wang Laoban's technology could earn a million a year... and they both knew about the smart calling system Wang Yan developed for agents; after all, they had a group, and if there were any problems fed back, they had to modify them. That was twenty thousand a month, two million a year; one would have to be very stupid to walk into prison, so they were at ease. They just thought Wang Laoban had a big illness and was bored.

Although Wang Yan didn't know exactly what the two were thinking, he knew it wasn't anything good from their eyes, but he didn't care. After all, he only had two places to make calls—either here or at home; he couldn't just stand on the street.

Dozens of calls, except for a few, most needed to chat for a while. He originally wanted to let his hands relax, but it ended up taking several hours, and he spent the whole afternoon until it was time to get off work. After all, it was a price of eight or nine thousand, so it was normal for these people to understand it in detail. Most of them were older, and only a few were young. Of course, regardless of age, the common point of these people was that they weren't short of money.

So, his hard work didn't go to waste. After following up on those calls, he sold eighteen bottles. A total of nine people, six of whom bought one bottle each, and the remaining three bought four bottles each for a course. From this, it could be seen how unreliable the method of selling medicine by calling was. After all, calculated according to the call volume of three thousand, only nine people made a deal, which was a probability of one in three hundred. If he didn't have a robot to call, he wouldn't necessarily be able to sell two or three bottles even if he were tired to death. Technology changes life...

He had just thought about opening for business this morning, and a deal came in the evening; Wang Yan was in a good mood, a little happy. After giving instructions to his two little brothers, he tidied up, got up, and left to go home. Wei Lan wasn't working overtime today, so he had to go home to enjoy the warm life of poking cats and teasing dogs.

He had just been thinking about opening for business this morning, and by evening, a deal had already come in. Wang Yan was in a good mood, feeling a little happy. After giving a few instructions to his two subordinates, he tidied up, got up, and left to go home. Wei Lan wasn't working overtime today, so he had to go home to enjoy the cozy life of poking cats and teasing dogs.

After a stroll, they returned home. Wei Lan took some photos of the happy life series of the cat and dog as usual, and after editing the video for a while, she sat opposite Wang Yan, who was typing on the stenography machine, to study the translation software.

Because of the relevant management regulations for registered companies, Wei Lan had shares in "Long Teng Technology." If one really talked about it, Wang Yan still had to give her dividends. Not to mention that Wang Yan was Wei Lan's boyfriend, a marriage partner who had met her parents, and was working hard for the beautiful future of their small family, so she naturally had to do her best.

Due to the relevant administrative regulations for registering a company, Wei Lan held shares in "Long Teng Technology." If one were to really talk about it, Wang Yan would still have to pay her dividends. Not to mention that Wang Yan was Wei Lan's boyfriend, a marriage partner who had already met the parents, and he was working hard for the beautiful future of their little family, so of course, she had to do her best.

The next day, after the usual morning, Wei Lan went to work, but this time Wang Yan didn't go straight to work; he had to rent a new house.

Because the strength-enhancing pill business had opened, and he didn't have a workshop production line, he could only rub them by hand. But the smell of Chinese medicine was too strong, and it definitely wouldn't work at home. He didn't care, but it mainly bothered Wei Lan.

So, near the company, without much effort, he found a top floor through an agent and signed the lease contract directly. Then he ran a few trips and spent quite a bit of money, buying a lot of tools, necessary medicinal materials, and jars for the pills.

If one really talked about it, for such a small amount, Wang Yan rubbing them by hand wasn't very cost-effective. Although these eighteen bottles of medicine could sell for sixteen thousand, the cost alone was over seventy thousand. This was the medicine specifically used for the pills, but the price clearly wasn't calculated like that.

Although his prescription had been improved to a universal version and most of the precious medicinal materials had been removed, the efficacy of many precious medicinal materials was irreplaceable; one could only say the dosage was smaller. So, for such small-scale procurement and production, he bought much more medicine than needed. Just buying the required medicinal materials cost him over two hundred thousand. Rubbing out this batch of eighteen bottles, if one really talked about it, he was actually losing money. Of course, the medicinal materials worth over two hundred thousand definitely wouldn't just produce eighteen bottles; he was just calculating it like a shameless profiteer.

These medicinal materials, if rubbed by hand, could probably make about sixty bottles; it was hard to control exactly how many. If it were large-scale assembly line production, considering the precision of the machines and the reduced cost of bulk procurement of medicinal materials, it would produce less than eighty bottles on average. Of course, this was just a comparison; after all, there was no need to start a production line for medicinal materials worth over two hundred thousand.

Wang Yan didn't go to the company this day; he just rubbed pills in this newly rented house. In the process, there was a good piece of news: the over one hundred thousand calls made by the agent finally hit someone with a need.

He had set it up: if someone asked about the company the smart system belonged to and the company's contact information, it would notify him directly.

This time, a family came to book a one-month call center service, only receiving twenty people at the same time, consulting about the charging matters, and after some bargaining, he very successfully took this order. Of course, for this level, he couldn't earn much money, and Wang Yan just charged a middle price, neither high nor low. Of course, the work wasn't much, and Chen Yang could finish it in three to five days.

He rubbed strength-enhancing pills for a day, packed them into the jars he bought, and considerately attached a manual written with a brush, on which were written the usage, dosage, and precautions. And because the customers who bought them were all over Zhejiang Province and there wasn't one in Hangzhou, he found a courier to come to the door to pick up the goods.

The black-brown pills he made, although round, didn't make people trust them. For such unknown things, the general choice was to call the police. Wang Yan was naturally prepared, took out the business license, ID card, and other things, and explained for a long time to make them believe it was a proper health product, only then was he able to send them out. Of course, he chose the collection service, and the other party also paid the money when receiving the courier. If they refused to pay, it would be returned.

Couriers within the province basically arrived in one day. So, on the afternoon of the second day, Wang Yan received notifications one after another that the couriers had been delivered and signed for, and naturally, there were also those who refused to accept them. It was one who bought one bottle and one who bought four bottles; they were probably scared by the three-no appearance and were afraid of sending themselves away... ===== CHAPTER 292 =====

Express delivery within the province basically arrived in one day. So, on the afternoon of the second day, Wang Yan received notifications one after another that the packages had been delivered and signed for. Of course, there were also some that were refused. There was one purchase of a single bottle and another purchase of four bottles; perhaps they were scared off by the "three-no" appearance and were afraid of sending themselves to the grave...