Avoid detours, start by running a nursing home.

"A passing grade is 60. Would a score that's too low lead to protests or a mass resignation?"

Zhang Yang looked at the few lines of text in front of him and scratched his head. The consequences were that serious?

So that means we absolutely have to find a way to keep these two scores above 60?

Living conditions, food quality, entertainment options, employee salaries, and hospitalization fees...

He stared at the instructions, lost in thought. Why did this feel more and more like playing a simulation management game?

If all aspects of the nursing home are improved, the residents' satisfaction will increase...

However, this raises the issue of pricing.

Will resident satisfaction drop if prices rise?

No salary increase? If there's no profit and salaries can't be paid, won't employee satisfaction drop?

After the price drops, will it in turn affect the residents?

This whole thing is so interconnected, it actually makes a lot of sense.

He blinked and looked at the last line of text again: "Will one's level of favorability towards oneself affect one's satisfaction to a certain extent?"

Does it depend on one's personal charm? If you get along well with everyone, then even if the conditions in the nursing home are slightly worse, it won't have a big impact?

Otherwise, if something is done slightly wrong, the public will immediately become indignant.

That seems plausible...

Zhang Yang shook his head and closed the status panel.

Based on the instructions, that should be the general idea. The rest will have to wait until we actually do the actual operation.

He then turned his gaze to another new feature.

This time the window is much simpler.

[Current Management Points: 0]

【exchange】

Apart from a number and a button, there's nothing else.

As he focused his attention, several more lines of explanatory text appeared.

Management points can be used to redeem rewards.

Acquisition methods: 1. Management points can be earned through daily work at the nursing home, with a maximum of 50 points per day and a maximum of 1000 points per month.

Daily tasks include daily rounds, interacting with elderly residents, and other duties within the nursing home.

『II. Completing certain main or side quests can also earn you management points, and there is no daily limit on the amount you can earn...』

"Isn't this just activity level?"

Zhang Yang muttered something under his breath as he looked at the explanatory text, then turned his gaze to look down at the next section.

Currently available for exchange...

Cash exchange rate: 1:5 (RMB)

Nursing home funding: 1:20 (RMB); *Funds will be directly deposited into the nursing home's account and cannot be used for your personal purposes, including but not limited to salary, dividends, etc.

Temporarily increase the level of a certain skill: 100 points * minutes * skill level...

More redemption options will be gradually released later...

"50 a day, 1000 a month, that's 20 days, which is pretty good, and they even left me rest days."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh after reading the whole thing.

"1000 points per month, at a 1:5 ratio, that's 5000 yuan per month. Is this the system paying my salary?"

5000 a month, that doesn't seem like a low amount?

Seeing this, he almost wanted to turn around and go check on the patients with Li Xiaoyun.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stand being hungry, so he had no choice but to give up the idea.

There are a lot to do today: research, attend meetings, and buy daily necessities—all urgent tasks.

Moreover, this daily allowance can only be received for a maximum of 20 days a month. There are still many days ahead, so it won't make a difference if one more day is received.

However, as he looked further down, he realized that using these management points to pay himself a salary seemed a bit unfair.

Putting aside everything else, it would be more worthwhile to use the funds in the nursing home's account.

A ratio of 1 to 20 means 20,000 yuan a month. Wouldn't that cover more than half of the cost of repairing the house?

But one is money that belongs to me, and the other is money that belongs to the nursing home. It's such a difficult choice...

Besides exchanging money, he was also quite interested in another exchange option.

Increasing your skill level by 100 points costs 500 yuan per minute, which is quite expensive, but the effect seems pretty good.

For example, the physical fitness of a level 2 athlete can be directly improved using these management points.

If the current skill level is beginner, then intermediate level is equivalent to a first-level athlete? And advanced level?

If you upgrade your skills to a higher level and then use that extra amount to further enhance them, what will you become?

Super athlete or one who surpasses human limits?

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but chuckle. Would he become a one-minute superman in the future?

What would happen if the earliest skills, reading between the lines and persuasion, were also upgraded to the highest level?

To read people's minds? To make one's words law?

This feels a bit like Doctor X's superpowers.

Am I going to become a mutant?

"What are you standing there grinning about? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

Just as Zhang Yang was lost in thought, chuckling to himself as he reminisced about those movie plots, he heard a loud slap as a large hand struck him hard on the back.

"Oh my god!" Caught off guard, he stumbled forward several steps and almost fell flat on his face.

"Grandpa, do you have to be so cruel? What deep-seated grudge do we have?"

Zhang Yang turned around and looked speechlessly at Old Jiang, the culprit standing behind him, and asked.

"Tch, that's because you're useless. I didn't even use any force!"

The old man scoffed, grabbed his arm, and pulled him forward without a word: "Come on, come on, let's go eat breakfast, then I'll take you to level up!"

"Seriously, sir, how come you're so addicted? Isn't that your grandson's account?"

"Of course! Didn't you say you'd come with me to team up and catch the pet?"

"Not today, I have a meeting later!"

"Tch, they're even holding a meeting like it's a real one..."

"Of course! I'm the dean, you know. What would you do if I didn't take responsibility for everything?"

"We were doing fine before you came."

"Alright, then forget I said anything."

After being relentlessly challenged by the old man, Zhang Yang rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Fine, I won't interfere anymore, okay? You can expect to be using a basin to collect water next year!

When it's pouring rain outside and drizzling inside, and a few mushrooms sprout up, let's see if you still want to play the game!

Huh?

Zhang Yang was feeling indignant when he suddenly froze as soon as he followed the old man into the cafeteria.

Two-tone wood flooring, teak carved wall panels, exquisite crystal chandeliers…

Is this a cafeteria? It looks more like a banquet hall.

Looking inside the room, a long table was laden with plates of various dishes, including the Four Heavenly Kings (a traditional Chinese dish), steamed buns, flower rolls, and xiaolongbao...

(The Four Heavenly Kings: flatbread, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and glutinous rice balls, were the four most common breakfast items for people in Shanghai in the past.)

The table was filled with all sorts of things: noodles, porridge, side dishes, milk, and fruit. It turned out that breakfast here was a buffet.

Because there weren't many people, the quantity of each item didn't seem to be very large...

Zhang Yang was also somewhat surprised by what he saw.

He had originally thought that the cafeteria here would be like the university cafeteria, with a lady serving food whose hands would occasionally tremble.

I never expected it to turn out like this.

Whether the food is good or not is another matter, but the ambiance alone is a big plus.

"Go get the food, what are you standing there for?"

As he was lost in thought, Old Jiang nudged him from behind and said something.

"Oh, oh..." Zhang Yang nodded quickly, picked up a plate and started picking out food.

Buffets are great, you don't have to spend money, and you can take as much as you want.

One steamed bun, please. A twisted roll too. The tea egg looks good too. And these xiaolongbao are alright; the skin is as thin as paper, not bad at all…

And one of these fried dough sticks, please!

Click!

Hey, so crispy!

Having been hungry all night, Zhang Yang couldn't take it anymore. He picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite.

He ate a fried dough stick while also getting a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and only then was he satisfied.

Turning around...

Huh? Where's the old man?

After taking the things, he realized that there was nothing behind him; Old Man Jiang had disappeared.

Zhang Yang was also speechless. They made a fuss about coming to eat breakfast, but in the end, his own people disappeared.

That old man is really unreliable!

Forget about him, filling my stomach is the most important thing!

Smelling the enticing aroma, Zhang Yang forgot all about finding the old man and quickly found an empty table to sit down, eating a bun and a bowl of porridge at a time.

"Ah~ This porridge smells so good!"

After taking a sip of hot porridge, he couldn't help but let out a shout of praise, his eyes lighting up.

He didn't know if it was because he was extremely hungry or what, but he thought the porridge was really delicious.

The perfect amount of saltiness brought out the savory flavor of the pork, leaving no trace of any gamey smell.

Combined with the savory aroma of preserved eggs, and finally garnished with the fragrance of scallions...

This bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork is so soft, sticky, and fragrant – it tastes absolutely amazing!

This tastes much better than what they have in their school cafeteria!

"Of course..."

Just as Zhang Yang was happily slurping down his porridge, Grandpa Jiang came over with a tray.

He placed the plate on the table, sat down in the chair, and exclaimed, "Old Xu used to be a chef at state banquets!"

"We've hosted countless foreign presidents and dignitaries, so cooking a few dishes for our nursing home is a piece of cake for them, right?"

when!

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang's hand trembled, and the spoon struck the rim of the porridge bowl with a crisp sound.

"A chef who has served at state banquets?"

"Would you like to cook for our nursing home?"

"Grandpa, you're not kidding me, are you?!"