[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film-":3,"chapter-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-968":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From the God of Medicine: A Journey Through Film and TV Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2334894,4564,"Chapter 968: Daily Life","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-968",968,"\u003Cp>Wang Yan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attributes: Strength 34\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agility 34\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constitution 34\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit 124\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unallocated points: 4\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time he gained four new attribute points; the previous five were still added to spirit. Wang Yan truly did not know if souls existed—if, as in some fantasy dramas, his current level might allow his consciousness to persist for years even after shedding his physical form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been over eight months. Take a break. The company’s structure is already set up, our home-office workflow and efficiency are fine. If you’re uneasy, just check things from home. If you need to sign documents, have your secretary bring them over—it’s not far. Aside from headquarters construction, nothing’s urgent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still feel fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay home,” Wang Yan shook his head, turning back to scroll through news while petting Ah Mao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’m bored—I don’t know what to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m home too. You could read books and enrich yourself, or watch movies for entertainment. When it cools off this afternoon, we’ll go out for a stroll. Work gives you purpose, but if you sacrifice life for it, what’s the point? You’re over eight months along—if you’re not careful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft, don’t talk nonsense—I’m fine.” Wei Lan rolled her eyes at Wang Yan, then added, “Alright, fine, I’ll listen to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this ‘fine’ and ‘I’ll listen’? You have to, and you will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then how are you going to handle work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s not much work anyway—I could skip it entirely. But if I do it, it gets done faster; if I don’t, it drags. I’ve got nothing else to do, so I might as well do it. Our employees were all poached with high salaries—they’re experienced. Though we have fewer R&D talents, each one is highly capable. No need to micromanage. We raise the problems; they solve them. That’s it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lan nodded, sighing, “I got used to being busy. Suddenly having to stay home? It’s hard to adjust. I used to wonder why those top people seemed full of energy while in office, but aged rapidly after retiring—it’s just not adapting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan chuckled and shook his head: “You’ve barely started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had experienced this drop himself. He’d once been desperate to advance, striving to excel at everything. But when he finally slowed down, though it looked like enjoying life, his inner emptiness remained unfilled. Only over time, as he grew more grounded, did he adapt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed the core reason was never truly living—this was a high-level spiritual pursuit of life, and it was difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lan sighed: “It’s been a long time since I saw Sun Yi. I wonder how she’s doing. Since we’re idle anyway, why not pay her a visit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Once you’re ready, we’ll head over. Have lunch there, stroll around in the afternoon, come back tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Traveling by car was always comfortable—the seats were plush, and without work, the mood was pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s settled. We won’t tell her—we’ll just show up unannounced.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lan ate faster. Wang Yan, meanwhile, used his phone to notify Zhao Fu and other senior executives that they’d be working from home for the next three months, and that response times might be delayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he sent the message than Zhao Fu called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You called fast. What’s up, Director Zhao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About the bank personnel—you said you wanted to meet the bank president, manager, and finance officer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Schedule it for the day after tomorrow. I’ll go then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, the industrial plan for Suizhong came out yesterday—I got it. I was going to bring it up when I got to the office, but you’re taking a break.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, working from home isn’t resting. Send it over—I’ll take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright. Director Wei’s checking everything thoroughly. Director Wang, don’t stress. When my wife gave birth, I was terrified—turned out I worried for nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled: “Thanks. But I feel fine. That’s it—I’ll reply after I review it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the time it took to say those two sentences, Zhao Fu had already sent the file.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan picked up his larger tablet, opened the file, and began reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suizhong’s industrial plan naturally revolved around Long Teng. Previously, it was just agriculture, mining, and fishing. Now, with Suizhong’s major development and Long Teng as a top-tier high-tech company, most fisheries have shut down, and vast tracts of land have been taken. As local government, they had to adjust their industrial structure and find new, stable income sources for displaced farmers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This plan began when the decision to build Long Teng’s headquarters was finalized, and it had taken nearly half a year to reach Wang Yan. It wasn’t that the local government was slow—just that everywhere was a construction site, and for the next few years, it would remain so. Farmers had no shortage of work, so planning could proceed calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan focused on two directions: high-tech industry and services\u002Ftourism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Services were straightforward. Long Teng’s employees were mostly highly educated professionals with high spending power. With such a large headquarters area, all services—shops, vegetable stalls, waitstaff, cleaners—needed to be in place, creating many jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tourism was even simpler. Long Teng’s headquarters blended ancient and modern architecture—visually stunning. A portion of the trillion-yuan investment went into landscaping. It was also designed as a smart city, growing smarter over time. These were all major attractions, promising strong future tourism potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for high-tech industry, it meant advanced manufacturing. Currently, most major companies focused on cars—autonomous driving being a key component of smart cities—so the plan also proposed car manufacturing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had no objection—he actually agreed. He built rockets, computers, phones; why not cars? He had the technology—it was a byproduct of his energy research. Now, naturally, it would be new energy vehicles, with batteries as the core. Fortunately, his expertise in this area was exceptional. But he couldn’t release it immediately—he needed to accumulate and refine the technology step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides cars, other component manufacturing would also absorb some labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given Long Teng’s scale, no special resettlement measures were needed. Simply operating normally here would give Suizhong’s 500,000 residents ample opportunities to find jobs and earn money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s business principle was simple: pay promptly, pay fairly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, his most vital contribution to the nation wasn’t high-tech—he’d spread out so widely that his only truly mature products were translation software and smart home devices, despite his AI prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his spending power? Absolutely top-tier. His profit was like a money-printing machine: 18 billion last quarter, 22 billion last month, clearly rising again this month. Every expenditure benefited countless people. Most directly, the 160-billion-yuan investment in headquarters construction was his spending power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for this local government’s industrial plan, Wang Yan had no hesitation—he immediately hired people, built factories, launched R&D, from software to hardware. Other matters? Just spend money. If short on cash, apply for loans—they’d be approved. Simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he finished reviewing the plan and replied to Zhao Fu, Wei Lan finished eating, tidied up, and slowly descended, wearing loose clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stood up immediately—he needed no preparation. Since Long Teng introduced company uniforms, he’d worn them constantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the car keys, walked slowly with Wei Lan to the underground garage, and drove their small Mercedes business vehicle straight to Xiasha District.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The factory was old, unremarkable. The sign at the gate read “Long Teng Apparel Factory,” with the logo of Jin Long cradling the rising sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gatekeeper was an energetic old man. He’d set a table under a sunshade, with a teapot and radio. He lay in a rocking chair, fanning himself, turning prayer beads, and humming along with the radio—utterly serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandpa, resting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you here for? Did you notify the manager?” The old man looked up at Wang Yan in the driver’s seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Called ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man picked up a remote, widened the gate, and let the car pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apparel factory wasn’t that advanced or secretive—no one wandered in idly, so the old man let them in easily. Of course, this was daytime; dozens of workers, men and women, were present—nothing suspicious. At night, it’d be different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car stopped inside, and Sun Yi hurried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Together with Wang Yan, she helped Wei Lan slowly out of the car, saying: “You two are something else—suddenly showing up for an inspection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not an inspection—it was spontaneous,” Wei Lan said, holding her belly. “He won’t let me work—he wants me to rest at home. I realized it’s been a long time since I saw you, so I missed you and came to visit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You should’ve rested long ago,” Sun Yi smiled at Wang Yan. “You don’t know how much she complained about work before—so frustrated. Now that it’s her own business, she’s become a powerful woman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the same. I’ve heard Wei Lan talk—your drive is strong too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Even if I had no shares in this factory, I’d still pour my heart into working for Lanlan.” Sun Yi reached out and touched Wei Lan’s swollen belly. “Two months until birth, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Less than two months—six weeks left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you arranged the hospital?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled: “You’re doubting me? Already taken care of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I worry you’ll be careless. Even if everything’s fine, better to prepare early.” Sun Yi rolled her eyes at Wang Yan, then guided Wei Lan. “Come on, Boss Lady—let’s inspect. See if you’re satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop talking nonsense. If I entrusted it to you, how could I be dissatisfied? We just came for a stroll—you make it sound like I’m picky. But since you said that, I’ll inspect carefully—if I find problems, you’ll see me deduct your pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two close friends slowly strolled through the factory with Wei Lan, while Wang Yan kept a low profile, following quietly, observing the factory’s condition and listening to Sun Yi’s explanations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The factory’s development was good—staff had grown to over a hundred. Overall, it was still losing money, since Wei Lan had spent ten million cash on equipment upgrades and facility maintenance when acquiring it. But under normal operations, current revenue had already covered costs and turned a profit—quite impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revenue came from three sources: custom Long Teng uniforms, clothing and shoes for students supported by Long Teng’s charity fund (two sets per year), and direct consumer sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first two were cost-price only—no profit. Only consumer sales generated real profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Yi hired several designers who worked daily, targeting the mid-range, Chinese-style aesthetic: simple designs featured patterns on short-sleeve shirts, clean and elegant; complex ones included horse-face skirts, for both men and women, plus hats and shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Wang Yan required full product categories for the charity children, this small factory was fully equipped—capable of producing everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To boost sales, Sun Yi naturally launched livestreaming. But she didn’t appear on camera—she was beautiful, but disliked it. Instead, she hired several recent college graduates to form a livestream team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also hired models and used the company’s photographer to set up a stage and produce attractive videos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many sold clothes, so she wasn’t unique. But her designs were attractive, prices slightly high yet affordable, and customer reviews were excellent. Slowly, she’d built up a steady audience of two to three hundred viewers per livestream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t mention Long Teng’s brand or the fact that the factory donated clothes to underprivileged students. Both were hot topics—especially the donations, tied to Long Teng. Long Teng itself was inherently viral—any move sparked massive attention, followed by online digging into its past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Netizens overall still supported Long Teng—because it was awesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just plug in a VPN, open Long Teng’s website, and every product was priced far higher abroad—cheapest lightbulbs cost dozens of times more than domestic, no shipping or tax included. As for the most expensive Dali Pills? Four times the domestic price. Even Long Teng’s only external software, Yi Yi, had a few-yuan difference in membership fees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhi Xiang’s AI capabilities were also formidable—domestic and international companies’ stock prices had plummeted. This was even without Long Teng releasing similar products for users—if they did, most competitors would shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid today’s international tensions, Long Teng was tough and proud. Nationalistic netizens, in the overall public opinion environment, naturally supported it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Sun Yi used the Long Teng brand, sales would soar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, without leveraging Long Teng’s popularity, she’d built her business purely through her own ability—her competence was impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t stay long—distance meant driving took time. After walking and viewing, it was already lunchtime. After eating, Wang Yan and Wei Lan left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they’d met, they’d never spent so long together. Previously, Wang Yan had no job while Wei Lan worked outside. Then both worked outside; later, Wei Lan joined him. Now, spending every day together in the same space—this was the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Married life inevitably becomes mundane, yet love deepens precisely within that routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They occasionally separated for work, but mostly ate breakfast together, took walks together, watched movies together, played music for the baby, did prenatal education. Wang Yan also picked up his camera again, recording Wei Lan’s state, even resumed filming and editing videos of Ah Mao and Ah Gou. Few words—but Wei Lan felt wrapped in happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, a quiet month passed—and the father arrived on schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Little Jiangxi in 'Fanhua': Rise to prominence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2216,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2686425b6a098f4c3a9259e4ffdc81a571ab99701aeaf1ef75a938cfca53edac","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-969","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-967",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]