Avoid detours, start by running a nursing home.

"Hehe, why do you look so gloomy? Weren't you just having a great time?"

Li Xiaoyun, who was feeding Gu Lao porridge, looked at Zhang Yang beside her, whose brows were almost furrowed into a ruffled mess, and couldn't help but ask him a question with schadenfreude.

It's so satisfying to see Mr. Chen handle the dean!

"Don't even mention it, I'm so worried. I have to get up at 5 a.m. tomorrow to learn opera, just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Zhang Yang sighed, his face full of reluctance.

He definitely didn't want to get up, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Old Mrs. Chen said she had already helped him find a client.

They confidently asserted that the person was definitely fine and didn't care at all whether the fees were charged according to private school standards.

What can he do then?

Then, do you slip away and run?

Do nursing homes still need to make money? Do they need to renovate their buildings? Do they need to install air conditioning?

We can't just let him put his own money into it, can we?

The account has finally reached five figures and is about to reach six figures. How could Zhang Yang bear to part with it?

So, for the sake of his wallet, he had no choice but to sacrifice himself.

But when he thought about the old woman's past behavior, his heart felt like it was being filled with water by fifteen buckets.

"Hmph, isn't it good that Mr. Chen is willing to teach you opera?"

Li Xiaoyun huffed and puffed as she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and held it to Gu Lao's mouth: "I want to learn, but I can't."

She was genuinely jealous when this was mentioned.

Before, Grandma Xu was alright; she knew that being a chef and cooking was hard work. But Grandma Chen teaching opera was a different story.

She's always been someone's biggest fangirl, okay?

Now that the old lady is willing to teach Zhang Yang to sing opera, but she doesn't get a chance, how can she not feel jealous?

"What's so good about it..."

Zhang Yang was sighing and lamenting, looking extremely worried, which only made Li Xiaoyun angrier.

If Zhang Yang weren't now the dean and her direct superior, she would have loved to strangle him.

You don't know what it means to be blessed but not know it!

In other words, she didn't know about those later references; otherwise, Gao Di would have mentioned Zhang Yang's Versailles connection.

The two bickered as they watched over the elderly people in the cafeteria as they ate their breakfast.

After a few days of getting to know each other, as Li Xiaoyun's feelings for Zhang Yang gradually increased, their relationship improved considerably.

They got along much more naturally than at the beginning, and Li Xiaoyun was less reserved and more lively.

Eat breakfast, take medication, have a medical check-up...

Another morning of routine work.

After finishing what he was doing, Zhang Yang saw that it was almost time, so he quickly called Liu Jing again.

If Grandma Chen can really bring other elderly people to the nursing home, then the recruitment of caregivers should be expedited.

Otherwise, the few people in the hospital right now simply wouldn't be able to handle it.

The call connected, and Zhang Yang quickly heard the good news.

The recruitment of caregivers is progressing well. Someone will be arranged to conduct interviews at the nursing home in a few days. Just keep an eye out for them.

Furthermore, the civil affairs department has also agreed to the idea of ​​opening a private restaurant.

After all, there are no such restrictions in the agreement, as long as it does not affect the normal lives of the elderly in the nursing home in the future.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang excitedly waved his arm.

Everything is going smoothly, and then the nursing home can gradually get on the right track and start making a profit.

When the time comes, I can complete tasks, earn rewards, learn skills, and then wait ten years to finally get the house. Then I can live a free and easy life for the rest of my days.

Isn't that wonderful...

After receiving confirmation, he quickly went to several relevant people and told them about the matter.

Li Xiaoyun is in charge of recruiting people, and she also needs to clean up several rooms that are not currently in use in the next few days.

The business license and other procedures for the private kitchen restaurant also need to be expedited. Mr. Zhou also needs to speed things up in this regard. After all the documents are prepared, Zhang Yang needs to send them to the Industry and Commerce Bureau as soon as possible.

After discussing work, Zhang Yang went to the kitchen to make his presence known again. Just as he was about to go help out at the cafeteria, the security guard, Old Zhang, stopped him.

The mission reward package has arrived again.

However, this time the item is quite large, so Zhang Yang has to go and receive it personally...

"What did you buy this time?"

Zhang Yang and Lao Zhang carried a large box into the nursing home together. Several elderly people were surprised to see it and even forgot to eat before crowding around to watch the excitement.

Grandpa Jiang was the first to approach, curiously examining the bare cardboard box.

"It should be a sewing machine..." Zhang Yang said, casually taking the scissors from Old Zhang and starting to unpack the box.

"A sewing machine? Why would you buy that?"

Upon hearing it was a sewing machine, the old man couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "What, you're thinking of collecting some antiques?"

"With so many old folks in this house, isn't that enough for you to show off?"

The old man's joking remark made the other elderly people around him laugh as well.

Yes, there are quite a few old things in this house.

We have both the goods and the people, so why bother looking for them outside!

"What are you collecting? I use those to make clothes."

Zhang Yang said with a smile as he opened the box.

"Making clothes? Don't try to amuse me."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Jiang immediately laughed: "You little rascal, you've probably never even seen a sewing machine before, have you? Making clothes?"

"You need to be able to make a garment..."

"If I can actually make it, what are you going to do, Grandpa?"

Hearing Old Master Jiang's dismissive tone, Zhang Yang couldn't help but interrupt with a mischievous grin.

You dare look down on your own cheat program? Well, then we'll have to show you what we're made of!

"I..." The old man was speechless for a moment upon hearing this.

What if I actually make it? I can't just write my name backwards!

Jiangcheng, Chengjiang, what has that become!

"Hey, Lao Jiang, you're not good enough. What's wrong? You're starting to back down now? Show some of the fighting spirit you had back in the day."

Behind them, some elderly people, eager for a good show, started making a fuss.

As soon as he said that, the old men burst into laughter. Who doesn't enjoy watching a good show?

"I... I lost, so please give me my medal, okay?"

The old man was forced into a corner, and how could he possibly admit defeat when he was so concerned about his reputation?

Furthermore, he was certain that Zhang Yang, a young man, would not know how to use a sewing machine to make clothes, so he gritted his teeth and bet his old competition medals on it.

"Wow, Lao Jiang, you've really gone all out! Don't be afraid, young director, just go for it! We all believe in you!"

Upon hearing that Old Jiang was so willing to spend so much, several elderly people immediately gathered around him and started making a fuss.

"Alright, alright, old man, calm down, don't take it seriously, I was just saying it casually."

As Zhang Yang unpacked the box, he saw that Old Jiang was getting increasingly anxious, his face turning red and his neck thick with worry, so he quickly tried to comfort him.

If this angers the old man and causes him any harm, he can't bear the responsibility.

Besides, the medal... he's a world champion, this medal must be very valuable, so it's best not to take what belongs to him.

"No!"

Upon seeing Zhang Yang back down, the old man's confidence immediately returned: "I've already said it, how can you just say you won't gamble anymore!"

"I'll bet you can't make clothes, using my medal as a wager!"

"No, making clothes requires some skill, otherwise I'd be losing out big time if you just sewed a random t-shirt."

The old man thought about it and was still a little uneasy. Then, his eyes lit up and he said, "That's right, make me a Zhongshan suit. If you can make me a Zhongshan suit that fits well, then you win!"