Catch the sea: start with a sand shovel and take over the entire beach

Zhao Qin said she would leave in the afternoon, but she was actually lying to Yang Bin. She was mainly worried that if she stayed, Yang Bin would also have to stay and keep her company, which would not only inconvenience him but also make her feel uncomfortable.

Since the wedding ceremony wasn't a major celebration, they only held a small luncheon.

After the congratulatory guests left, the tents outside the gate began to be taken down, leaving only family members and relatives. There were quite a few people there; Feng Xingze's in-laws alone had more than ten people.

Then there are the maternal aunt's family members, as well as the Feng family's own relatives and friends.

The most interesting one is Feng Xingze's brother-in-law, Chen Shilin, who is 23 years old and has just graduated from university.

"You're Zhao Qin?" He moved closer to Zhao Qin, his gaze as if he were sizing up a monster.

"Yes, I am Zhao Qin."

Chen Shilin was an easygoing person. He sat down on the side, picked up a cigarette from the table, offered one to Zhao Qin, lit one for himself, and then asked, "You're amazing. I heard from my family that you're three years older than me and now have assets of over 10 billion?"

"Men don't ask about income, and women don't ask about age. Don't you understand?"

Chen Shilin chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't borrow money from you."

"It's like I'd lend it to you just because you asked."

Chen Shilin smiled again. He found Zhao Qin quite interesting, and chatting with him was just like chatting with his roommate.

"Brother Zhao, I also want to start my own business. Can you give me your advice?"

What do you want to do?

"I play games with my classmates; we're all software programming students."

"The most important thing about games is creativity. Are you planning to make a large-scale online game or a web game?" If the other party says online game, Zhao Qin feels there's no need to continue the conversation.

Chen Shilin, however, had a clear understanding: "We can't afford web games or online games; a single server is beyond our capacity."

Do you have any ideas?

"Hmm, I'd like to make a card-based historical game, similar to Three Kingdoms Kill, but with some differences..."

The game "Three Kingdoms Kill" was launched last year and became incredibly popular.

Zhao Qin didn't know much about games, but it sounded alright. He thought of a few games he had played in his previous life and said, "I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

"You said."

"I think it's better to just make a mobile game."

One is a match-3 game, similar to a connect-the-dots game, with a storyline. For example, it's about a tribe whose chieftain has been captured... How you add to the fun is up to your skills.

There are also music-based games where players tap the screen to calculate scores based on the rhythm of the music…

Chen Shilin's eyes widened, and after a moment he said, "You're going to make games too?"

Zhao Qin shook his head, "I'm not very interested in games."

"So, you came up with these two copywriting ideas on your own? Wow, you're a genius."

"Is there potential?"

"This is really promising, Brother Zhao. Don't worry, once the game is developed and generates revenue, we'll pay you the copyright fees."

"You're not paying now?"

Chen Shilin said awkwardly, "I don't have any money right now."

Zhao Qin laughed, clearly just teasing him. "I'll give you a phone number. If you need money, you can contact him and ask him to invest in you."

"So, someone's willing to invest?" Chen Shilin was even more surprised.

"But you need to make a script first. Just talking nonsense is treating the other party like an idiot."

"I know I can do it."

Chen Shilin was overjoyed. His initial intention in approaching Zhao Qin was simple: Zhao Qin was the most successful person he could meet, so he figured Zhao Qin must have some insight, and he just wanted Zhao Qin to help analyze things.

Unexpectedly, not only have we gained two more game writers, but even the funding issue has been resolved.

He quickly took out his phone and wrote down the number. "His name is Wu Jindong. He is the general manager of the investment company. Once the script is finished, go find him. You can tell him that I sent you, but ultimately, he still needs to assess your abilities."

"I know, Brother Zhao, don't worry. If I don't do a good job, I'll be too embarrassed to ask him for help."

Zhao Qin already knew that games were profitable, but he hadn't really considered getting involved in that field before. His casual conversation with Chen Shilin about investing in games was purely accidental.

Thinking about it more deeply, if we don't do it ourselves, we'll just have to wait for foreign games to invade the market, and people will still play them then.

Moreover, the gaming industry and animation can be deeply intertwined. Rather than letting culture invade, why not do it ourselves, and perhaps even expand outwards?

Standing by the courtyard, he made a phone call to Wu Jindong and A Guang. He told Wu Jindong about the game industry layout, and told A Guang that he should bring people to discuss investment matters with the town in a couple of days.

He spent the afternoon chatting with his family.

In the evening, I was assigned to rest at my uncle's house.

The next morning, after breakfast, most of the relatives left, while Zhao Qin went up the mountain with his two uncles to visit several nearby tea gardens, not returning until noon.

Around 2 PM, we set off home.

His two uncles filled the car with a lot of local produce, and he gave his grandfather some kind words of advice.

The two aunts were stuffing red envelopes into Miaomiao and Aming's hands, and it took quite a bit of effort before the car could finally leave.

After arriving home, he first went to town to pick up his wife and children. As soon as he opened the courtyard gate, Ah-Dai jumped out of his pen, bracing himself on his front legs to try and climb onto his legs.

"If you dare to get my pants dirty, I'll take you to the city for sterilization surgery tomorrow."

Ah Dai truly understood. With a mournful cry, he turned around, obediently crawled into his enclosure, lay down in his den, rested his head on his front paws, and looked at Zhao Qin with his big, watery eyes.

Agua has already been spayed/neutered; there's no other way, both dogs are getting on in years.

Dogs typically live to around 15 years old. Both A-Dai and A-Gua are seven years old this year. If A-Gua has another child, she will be an elderly mother, which, even if there is no danger, will likely affect her lifespan.

"Daddy...Daddy, I want..." Ping An tried to get into the dog pen, but Zhao Qin forcibly carried her back to the hall.

The house felt empty without the old Taoist priest and Lu An; it was as if many people had suddenly disappeared. After landing safely, he searched everywhere, then ran to his mother, "Grandpa..."

"Your grandmaster would be so happy if he knew you were talking about him," Chen Xue said, taking a tissue from the side and wiping Ping An's face.

No one was home for two days, and the air conditioning was all turned off. It's actually quite hot now. After running around for a few minutes, I started sweating.

"Your uncle's family had a lively celebration?"

"It's not bad, but Grandpa fell and has to stay in bed for the time being."

How could you be so careless?

Zhao Qin smiled wryly and told him about the old man's insistence on running up the mountain.

Chen Xue stroked her belly and said, "Hurry up and come out, because of you, your mother can't go anywhere."

Zhao Qin stepped forward and embraced his wife, intending to spend a moment of tenderness with her. However, Ping An was very uncooperative and insisted on squeezing into the middle. Fearing that he might accidentally kick his mother's stomach, Zhao Qin had no choice but to pick her up again and go outside to look at the fish.

"Qin, is it just the four of us having dinner tonight?"

"Auntie, keep the preparations simple. You can handle Ping An and A Xue's, I'll just stir-fry some rice noodles."

"Okay, got it."

Just as Zhao Qin was about to take his son for a walk around the village, his phone rang. It was the old Taoist priest calling. "Qin, there's a kind of fish that's tubular, extremely long, like a whip, red in color and scaleless. Do you know what kind it is?"

Zhao Qin was taken aback. Why was he being tested on his knowledge of the ocean?

"Master, you must be talking about the pipefish."

"I need someone over four feet tall, but after searching the capital, I found they were all too small to be used in medicine."

"Master, does that thing have medicinal value?"

"It's a good product; it can reduce swelling, clear stagnation, and fight carbuncles."

The carbuncle mentioned by the old Taoist is a Taoist description of cancer, but it does not specifically refer to cancer.

"That's amazing?" Zhao Qin was surprised, but quickly said dejectedly, "Master, a fish that grows to 60 or 70 centimeters long is considered big. Where am I supposed to find one that's over a meter long?"

"You figure something out." The old man's reply was as unreasonable as ever.