Chapter 333: Daily Life

Shaking his head, Wang Yan opened his eyes and looked at the environment that was familiar in its strangeness, looked down at the curious little kitten on the table that was flipping its belly and still looking at him strangely, reached out to touch its little head, watched it comfortably close its eyes to enjoy, smiled slightly, his hands moving without stopping, while his brain habitually pulled out the panel to check his detailed information.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 69

Unallocated points 4

Storage space 2m³

The last five attribute points were added to Spirit, reaching the current sixty-nine from the previous sixty-four. This mission completion gave another four attribute points, which, as usual, were not moved, left for next time.

As for Constitution, it hadn't changed for hundreds of years. Conventional training methods couldn't improve it at all, and with enough combat power, there was no need to add points. And speaking of the mysterious lifespan, having experienced so much, he could see that his current lifespan was about one hundred and twenty; it couldn't be much higher. Of course, it didn't mean he could only live until that time; after all, in reality, there were people who were one hundred and twenty or thirty, it was just his healthy, disease-free age. If he was too old to move, then living wouldn't be interesting for him.

He didn't know how much more he could add to break through this lifespan, but if Constitution was high, it was certain he could break through. But in the case of adding a small amount of points, it was basically useless, just letting him live disease-free and as healthy as possible until the end of his life, maybe living healthily for two more years, who knows.

In fact, even with his current body, when he passed one hundred years old, although he hadn't reached the level of being full of energy, he was not deaf or blind, his legs and feet were nimble, and his actions were unimpeded. Plus the martial arts he had been immersed in for hundreds of years, he could kill an ordinary person in three moves.

Adding the increasingly vast amount of data he needed to memorize, there was clearly no need to study Constitution again. Even if he went to other worlds with high combat power, he wouldn't pursue being the best in the world, as long as he could ensure he wouldn't be killed by someone casually, that was enough.

In terms of skills, this time he really didn't do anything, just purely photography-related work. After more than seven years, he reached the LV4 level as expected, and other related skills were also about LV4. Not to mention anything else, just relying on his current skills, whether working with a film crew, taking photos for people, or doing editing himself, he could earn quite a lot.

Towards the end of opening the wedding dress shop, his prices were already very high. Although he couldn't be compared with those who had the title of photography artist, in terms of earning ability alone, he was still stronger than most of them.

Sure enough, those who signed contracts in one of the highest halls of photographers and were out in the wind and snow all year round had already reached a very high level, and they already had considerable fame in post-production. Without counting Wang Yan's rental income, they didn't earn more than him.

Of course, comparing like this was unfair in itself, which was to say something about his earning ability. After so many years of learning, now any one of the skills he had, if taken out, could earn over ten thousand a month without a problem.

After reviewing his skills once, Wang Yan let go of the kitten he had been enjoying and picked up the water on the table to drink. Feeling no sleepiness, he went out to get another glass after finishing the water, then casually and gently closed the study door. Sitting in front of the computer, he took out the hard drive, connected the stenotype machine, looked at the document displayed on the screen, recalled the information in his mind, and once he found the starting point, he gathered his thoughts and continued typing away with a clatter.

He wasn't worried about disturbing Wei Lan, because before leaving, he had arranged things for Wei Lan, and after being satisfied, she slept soundly and couldn't be affected at all.

Time passed bit by bit, and the cat couldn't hold on anymore. It had lived here for a few months and had adapted to playing during the day and sleeping at night; even a night owl wouldn't work. It had long curled up into a ball on the table and started purring.

When he came back to his senses, it was already dawn.

After tidying up the things on the table, Wang Yan stood up with a big stretch, took the empty water cup to get a cup of water outside, then replenished his hydration and walked to the balcony to look at the weather outside.

His eyesight was excellent. The streetlights below that hadn't been extinguished reflected downwards, and there was a fine, slanting drizzle floating down. It was April, and the spring breeze had long turned the banks of the Jiang Nan green; this drizzle added to the sentimental Jiang Nan, which was good weather.

Confirming he could run, Wang Yan changed into sportswear, put on a hat, tied up the dog that had long woken up, consciously drank water, and stood to the side, threw down the cat that was looking forward to it on the side, and one man and one dog opened the door and went out.

On a rainy day, fewer people came out, so Wang Yan wasn't worried about being surrounded. Mainly, only young people would chase and take photos of the dog, and the elderly who often came out to stroll nearby were mostly familiar faces, so it wasn't strange.

If it were normal good weather, Wang Yan wouldn't take the dog out now; it really had an impact and wasn't convenient. It was just to take it out for a breather and to relieve itself, and after putting it back home, he would go out for a run. But this also had sequelae, which was that the dog had too much energy and was relatively active. But fortunately, he could suppress it, so it wouldn't make trouble in the middle of the night, which was quite worry-free.

Breathing the fresh air washed by the rain, in the thin mist, running on the wide, wet asphalt road, Wang Yan didn't go up the mountain again, but ran around the West Lake, which he hadn't done for a long time.

After exercising, his body was soaked through with sweat and rain. The dog wasn't much better; its soft, good-looking golden hair was stuck to its skin in strands, a drowned dog.

Leading the dog that would shake itself to shed water whenever it had nothing to do, Wang Yan bought breakfast downstairs as usual before going upstairs.

He used a towel to wipe the dog's fur, cleaned its feet, filled the water and food in the cat and dog's small bowls, and only then went to the bathroom to wash up.

After finishing his work, Wang Yan changed into casual clothes, walked to the bedside, and called out softly: "Get up, you sleepy beauty."

Wei Lan's eyelashes moved, then she mumbled, turned over, rode the quilt, and continued to sleep; startup failed.

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, lifted the quilt, reached out to probe under Wei Lan on the soft bed, and lifted her up without any effort. When Wei Lan opened her eyes, she found that she was already sitting on the chair by the dining table; it was a forced power-on.

She used both hands to comb her hair that had exploded from sleeping, then covered her face with both hands to rub it to get some spirit, and looked at Wang Yan unhappily: "I wanted to sleep a little longer, why are you so annoying."

"You can't have it both ways." Wang Yan sat opposite her with a chuckle: "Wasn't it you who said last time not to let me call you? As a result, you didn't eat breakfast, didn't put on makeup, went to work in a hurry, and blamed me a lot when you came back in the evening. Even Dou E wasn't as wronged as me; you think about how wronged I am."

"Oh, still holding a grudge?"

"We don't take that kind of grievance."

"Whatever." Wei Lan gave a charming look, giggled playfully, and picked up her chopsticks to eat the breakfast in front of her.

Laughing and talking, they finished breakfast. Wei Lan went to wash up and put on makeup, while Wang Yan turned on the TV, listened to the news, and used his phone to take photos of the cat and dog that had also finished eating and were starting to play as usual.

Perhaps they weren't used to Wang Yan's actions; after all, in the past, it was that female human who held the phone and took photos of them, and now that it was replaced by the person they were afraid of yet wanted to be close to in the past, they couldn't adapt.

The dog trotted around Wang Yan, while the cat walked with elegant cat steps, tilted its little head, and stood there looking strangely at the poop-scooper who was constantly changing positions and taking photos of them from various angles with his phone.

Calling him a poop-scooper was correct, because most of the time it was Wang Yan who did it himself, while Wei Lan watched from the side; otherwise, why would they say these cats and dogs were raised for him.

Of course, it wasn't to say Wei Lan didn't do any work; the room was always tidied by her, and it was also kept in good order.

Wei Lan washed up, put on makeup, changed into clothes, and came out, just in time to see Wang Yan standing, squatting, turning corners, and peeking through door cracks; don't mention it, it looked quite professional.

"Yo, when did Wang Laoban learn this trick? Why didn't you show it before to let me open my eyes?"

Wang Yan looked disdainful, squinted at the beauty leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, his hands moving without stopping: "I know a lot; what you have is far worse than mine. If it weren't for the cat and dog themselves having good conditions, if someone like you relied on Douyin to eat, you would have starved to death long ago."

Wei Lan stared unhappily: "Then if you know how to shoot, why didn't you help me before?"

Wang Yan laughed cheekily: "I just wanted to watch the fun."

"Tsk tsk." Wei Lan didn't admit defeat: "Still watching the fun, all talk and no action. Tonight, you edit one for me when you come back, let me see if you can do it."

"You don't know if I can do it, what else are you looking at?"

"You're annoying, I'm talking seriously."

Wang Yan said with a smile: "Don't worry, when have I ever let you down? It will definitely be much better than your blind shooting."

Wei Lan pouted: "Don't be happy too early, what it's actually like will only be known after the video is posted and we see how many likes it gets. In this day and age, there are many people with strength, and many who know how to shoot and edit, but it's not like everyone has become popular."

"Isn't there still the cat and dog? Shooting and editing are one aspect, the key is these two little things. You already have a certain amount of fans now, and you've had two or three videos with millions of views and hundreds of thousands of likes. My technique is just icing on the cake, exploding in advance, understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're the powerful one, everything you say is right."

Responding casually, Wei Lan sat in a place that didn't get in the way, watching Wang Yan busily working with interest.

After a while, it was time for work. The two of them tidied up, and under the pitiful eyes of the cat and dog lying neatly together to see them off, they went out to work, earning money to buy a house... working hard for the health and future of all mankind.

Wei Lan still took the bus to work from the station at the entrance, while Wang Yan took a taxi to the outskirts of the city as usual.

"Morning, Brother Yan."

"Morning, Boss."

It was still the same; the three young ones, Ma Zichen, Chen Yang, and Xu Haifeng, called him Brother, while Zhang Xu called him Boss.

"Morning, morning." Looking around at the environment that had long been cleaned, Wang Yan nodded with a chuckle: "Come, tell me if there are any problems, let's solve them all and then start working."

Overall, although they were very busy every day and tired like dogs, the enthusiasm of these four subordinates for work was quite good. All of this was thanks to this good boss, Wang, who had superb technology, was reasonable, paid quickly, handled things cleanly, and the five insurances and one fund were all according to the second tier. Besides always calling people to trick them into buying medicine when he had nothing to do, there were no other problems at all.

After solving everyone's problems, the group talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was pleasant as they started working. None of these four were unsociable; even Zhang Xu, who had a wife and children, had a lot of dirty jokes, and plus the group lived together day and night, they all got along quite well.

Wang Yan didn't care about anything else and continued to rewrite the vast amount of data in his brain. As for the current business, it was never important, just a start. Like the intelligent call platform, harassment calls, including the translation software Zhang Xu was developing, he never counted on any achievements. It was just to lay a foundation and gain some fame.

After all, if he wanted to make it big and strong, without capital, he still had to play with capital and roll through ABCD rounds. With the technology he mastered, he could do it with just a translation software and become an internet newcomer without any problem, but that was clearly not his original intention.

In the final analysis, the money earned now was just to maintain life, buy a house, and get married. If he wanted to make it big and strong, he still had to wait for the Strength Pill to sell out, so that he could not consider whether he was losing money or not, and only then could he truly implement the artificial intelligence he mastered, and then continue to think about whether to go to the sky or not.

Busy all day, after making the filtered calls, visiting a few old customers, and selling a few bottles of Strength Pill, he received news of Wei Lan working overtime before getting off work. Wang Yan naturally didn't go home, ate dinner with his subordinates, and went to the house he rented later to hand-rub the pills.

Now the power of the Strength Pill had been reflected. In fact, last month he received calls from old customers who had purchased the Strength Pill before, expressing that they wanted to buy more bottles. At the same time, there were old men and old women recommending it to old friends and old colleagues, and others bought one or two bottles with suspicion, and the sales had already come up. If nothing unexpected happened, this month, counting the old customers and their recommendations, and counting the new ones he tricked, he had already been able to sell sixty or seventy bottles, so he had to take time to rub more out whenever he had nothing to do.

Counting the income from the Strength Pill, plus the more than one hundred thousand a month from the software company, it was expected that the income this month should reach about three hundred thousand, which was, of course, after-tax income.

According to the current progress, he could appropriately raise the goal, from the previous eighty or ninety square meters with a house price of forty thousand, to look at a place with more than one hundred square meters and a house price of fifty thousand. According to a house price of six million, the down payment was 1.8 million, which was only a matter of six months according to the current income. Similarly, this was only based on the existing sales of the Strength Pill. And in fact, sales would inevitably climb steadily; who knows, it might be earned in three or four months, anyway, it would only be early, absolutely not late.

In fact, according to common sense, he should first get money to build a factory, and the production line should be set up first, so that it would be faster and better to sell. But everything had a priority; he was twenty-nine this year, and Wei Lan was one year younger than him, twenty-eight, so it was time. His gold mine, the "Strength Pill," was there; it was nothing more than a little later, take it slow, he wasn't in a hurry.

Busy for half a day, it was already past ten o'clock when he got home.

Wei Lan, who had long finished washing up and was lying on the sofa playing with her phone, asked: "Why are you back so late?"

"Wasn't I rubbing the Strength Pill? It sold quite well, so I had to prepare more." Wang Yan put the barbecue he packed back on the table: "I bought barbecue, come over and eat."

"Not eating." Wei Lan said unhappily: "I've gained weight recently, buying barbecue so late, you're just trying to tempt me, annoying!"

"If you don't eat, I'll eat it myself."

He trotted to put the things away, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, picked up a bottle of iced beer, twisted the cap off, drank a mouthful with a loud, satisfied sound, then sat there smacking his lips and eating: "Oh my, this barbecue is not good, it's missing something, not as delicious as ours."

"If it's not delicious, why are you eating it so happily?" Wei Lan sat up suddenly: "Can you not smack your lips?"

"I'm happy to."

Wei Lan let out a long breath, threw her phone to the side: "You're powerful." As she spoke, she put on her slippers, sat opposite Wang Yan, picked up a skewer, and started eating.

Wang Yan laughed, got up, took another bottle of beer, and put it in front of her: "Barbecue and beer are a better match."

"I'll just get fat to death." After saying this through gritted teeth, Wei Lan generously clinked bottles with Wang Yan, looked up, and drank it all down, and after finishing, even let out a long, unrefined burp...

Kicking the dog that was jumping around in circles to the side with a whimper, Wang Yan said with a smile: "It's fine, how fat can you get? If it doesn't work, just move more; is that little bit of meat a problem?"

"It's just that I don't want to move, that's why I have to control my mouth, plus you, this annoying person, tempting me every now and then."

"If you don't want to move, I'll move; there's always a way to consume it."

"You have no proper shape." Wei Lan rolled her eyes: "Are you going to edit the video later?"

"Still remembering it."

"Then can I forget it? I just want to see what level you, Wang Laoban, are at, waiting for you to take me to fly, so I can live-stream and sell cat food, dog food, and pet supplies to subsidize the family and earn some pocket money."

"Just wait and see, let you see my power." Wang Yan raised the beer bottle with a chuckle, clinked it with her, and ate skewers while laughing and talking.

Although Wei Lan's level wasn't very good, the software tools were very complete, with everything useful and useless. This was a common problem for most people; regardless of the technology, they had to have what they should and shouldn't have.

After eating and drinking, Wang Yan washed up, and under Wei Lan's gaze, used her high-spec laptop to start color grading, editing, scoring, and writing copy in one go.

Wei Lan watched with great surprise, unable to help but open her mouth wide; she didn't expect Wang Yan's technology to be really this awesome. But at the same time, there was no lack of resentment; after all, with such good technology, why didn't he help before? He was just watching her make a fool of herself, really annoying.

"Good for you, you knew how to do these things early on, and you just watched me fumble around bit by bit?"

"You had quite a sense of accomplishment, didn't you? And you shared it with me every day."

Wei Lan gave him a punch unhappily: "Annoying, you were just watching me make a fool of myself."

"No, no, you also know I've been busy before, so I didn't have time to guide you." Wang Yan laughed: "It's fine now, the company is on the right track, I'll just take time to guide you. Now you know how powerful I am, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you're the powerful one, hurry up and do it."

Wang Yan chuckled, continued his smooth operation, used the video stock Wei Lan had, and edited a short clip of about a minute, working until nearly one o'clock before finishing. Mainly, many of the angles Wei Lan shot were not good, and screening the usable clips was the most time-consuming part.

The final cut was overall in the style of Wong Kar-wai, with the love and hate of the male cat and male dog intertwined, hazy, lost, artistic, and rambling. No need to look at others, just seeing Wei Lan watching it over and over again and loving it was enough to know that this was Wang's strength. The narration was all done by him in a delicate and pretentious voice, matched with his strength as a leader in the literary world, which was perfectly handled.

Wei Lan grabbed Wang Yan's arm excitedly: "I'm going to be popular, no, the cat and dog are going to be popular."

"What it will be like, I don't know yet, don't say it so definitely. One video doesn't decide anything; the most important thing is long-term high-quality output, don't be so happy."

"Having an effect is good, I'll be able to bring goods sooner or later."

"It's not that I'm hitting you, it's better to honestly think about how to be a boss's wife." Wang Yan operated to exit various software, closed the computer, and drank some water: "Do you know how much I earned last month?"

"How much?" She only asked how the business was; she rarely asked how much money he earned because she was afraid Wang Yan would misunderstand that she was urging him to buy a house, which would hurt their feelings too much.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand."

Wei Lan widened her eyes: "There's that much? Sold the Strength Pill?" She knew the harassment call software Wang Yan sold to the agency before could earn more than two hundred thousand a month. But after deducting rent, labor, and various expenses, there was only one hundred thousand or eighty thousand left. So the extra must be the Strength Pill; she had also felt some effects recently and believed Wang Yan's words.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and gave affirmation: "Do you know how much it's expected to be this month?"

"Looking at you like this, it must be more than two hundred thousand, right?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Looking at the three fingers raised in front of her, Wei Lan opened her big eyes and asked with a clear head: "So it will be even more next month?"

"Smart." Wang Yan reached out and hugged her: "So, this is all small money. I think you should study finance, management, etc., so you can quit your job and be your boss's wife. Also, you can look at houses now. According to the estimated income, a house of six or seven million is no problem. When you're at work, you can touch fish and study what location you want, let's calculate it together."

"In other words, we're getting married this year?"

"So are you willing to marry me?"

"Nonsense, if I wasn't willing, would I take you to see my dad, mom, grandpa, grandma, and so many relatives and friends?" Wei Lan rolled her eyes, reached out to push Wang Yan away, operated to post the video, stood up, and glared at him: "It's not early, sleep! Sleep plainly!"

Wang Yan looked at Wei Lan entering the room with a chuckle, then stood up to turn off the study light, drank another cup of water, went to the bathroom to release, turned off the bedroom light, lay on the big bed, and went directly to sleep.

Even if he didn't toss and turn, it would be his loss if Wei Lan could sleep well.

Listening to the even breathing in her ears, looking at the man who was sleeping soundly, Wei Lan really couldn't sleep... ===== CHAPTER 334 =====