Chapter 10 Father
Chen Yan secretly adjusted his plan, put down his phone, and continued walking home.
After a while, he returned to his community.
After going upstairs and arriving at his door, Chen Yan took out the key and was about to open the door when he heard the sound of a spatula colliding with another.
Chen Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his wrist to look at the date on his watch: the 15th.
The smile on his face disappeared, and he opened the door and walked in without changing his movements.
The door opened and there was a kitchen around the corner. A middle-aged man in an apron was cooking in the kitchen.
Chen Yan was silent for a while, then called out, "Dad, you're here?"
"Don't call me dad, call me landlord." The middle-aged man said coldly, without even raising his head, while cooking, he replied, "I'm here to collect the rent."
Chen Yan was too lazy to say anything. He took off his coat and hung it up. Then he got up and went to the room to take out the money he had prepared long ago and put it on the table.
After a while, the middle-aged man returned to the table with a plate of fried green peppers and tomatoes.
Putting the dishes heavily on the table, the middle-aged man untied his apron, put it on the back of the chair, sat down, then picked up the money on the table and looked at it.
Chen Yan, "1500 in total, is that enough?"
The middle-aged man hummed, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food and tasted it.
After tasting it, he said, "If you want to eat it, go to the kitchen and get chopsticks."
Chen Yan looked at the red and green dark cuisine on the table and shook his head, "I've eaten outside."
The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Yan and said, "You are the only one who plays that crappy game at home every day, and you still have money to eat out?"
Chen Yan was too lazy to argue.
Similar topics have been the subject of their conversations ever since Chen Yan quit his job to play games.
Seeing Chen Yan didn't say anything, the middle-aged man became even angrier. He slammed his chopsticks on the table and said, "Look at you. After graduation, I introduced you to a public institution, but you went there for two months and then quit. All you do is stay at home and play games every day."
"What's the point of playing that crappy game! Can it provide you with food, drink, or a house?"
Chen Yan said helplessly, "Dad, I don't want to argue with you."
“This topic has been discussed countless times.”
"Dad . Times have changed."
"There are many jobs that can be done at home. You can make money by making games, writing novels, being an up-loader, and even being a live streamer. These are all serious jobs."
"Don't always look at us young people with old eyes."
"It's the public institution you mentioned. The internship period was 2,000 yuan a month. You told my mom that you were worried that I would spend money recklessly, so you helped me save the money. You asked me for 2,000 yuan a month. I worked hard for a month, including eating, riding, and socializing, and I still lost 1,000 yuan."
Chen Yan's father was a little speechless, but he still retorted, "Didn't you also have extra income from that Fantasy Journey to the West? We helped you save the extra money, what's wrong with that?"
Chen Yan, "Yes. You said that I earn money from playing games. So why do you still oppose me entering the gaming industry?"
Chen Yan's father said with great sorrow, "That's not stable! You could earn 10,000 a month at that time. Can you still earn that much now? Can you still earn that much in the future?"
"You can't just look at the present, you have to think about the future as well."
"Can playing games be as stable as working in a public institution?"
"Our family conditions are not bad. You can go to work and collect rent. Isn't that good? Isn't it more relaxing than playing games?"
At this point, he seemed to remember something, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Yan and said,
"You haven't given up on making that crappy game of yours yet?"
Chen Yan was silent.
Seeing Chen Yan not speaking, Chen Yan's father said with great sorrow,
"I told you. It's not realistic to spend hundreds of thousands to make a game ."
"Can you guarantee success?"
"What if I lose money?"
"Can you be more realistic and stop having those unrealistic dreams?"
When Chen Yan heard his father mention this matter, he felt annoyed.
He interrupted, "Okay, Dad. Let's end this topic here. We've argued many times, but to no avail, right?"
"I didn't ask you and my mom to pay for me to make the game. Can't I save the money myself?"
"It's still the same old rules. I pay the rent every month and take care of myself. Don't bother me."
"As for my game, I will definitely do it. Whether I make a profit or a loss is none of your business."
"You think you will lose money. I think I can earn a house."
Hearing Chen Yan say this, Chen Yan's father snorted coldly, "Okay! I'll wait for the day when you can make money from this crappy game and buy a house!"
"A few years ago, people like you would have been internet addicts and should have been sent to electrotherapy!"
After saying that, he was too lazy to eat, so he angrily took the money, stood up, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, Chen Yan stopped him, "Wait a minute, Dad."
Chen Yan's father turned around unhappily and said, "What's wrong again!"
Chen Yan said, "You cooked at my house and used my ingredients, please pay me one hundred yuan."
Chen Yan's father's forehead was bulging with veins. "I brought the tomatoes and peppers, and I cooked the rice at home. Why would I use your raw materials?"
Chen Yan, "Oil and salt. I saw it ."
Chen Yan’s father: …
"Hmph!" Chen Yan's father pulled out a red Mao Zedong note from the envelope, slammed it heavily on the table, and slammed the door and left angrily.
"Oh..." Looking at his father's departing back, Chen Yan sighed heavily.
The most difficult thing in life is to have conflicts with your parents because you know they are doing it for your own good, but... this kind of goodness may not be what you want.
Just like the same job. One job has a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and the benefits are also average, but it works in a public institution, and the other job is a professional gamer with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan.
Most young people choose the latter.
Because: it is interesting, free, high income, and it is an emerging industry with more opportunities. You may be selected by a professional team. You can also "change jobs" to become a commentator, up master, etc.
Parents will most likely choose the former because...it's more stable.
This is a concept shaped by the times.
Chen Yan sat quietly for a while, then stood up, put away the money, tidied up the table, returned to the desk, and opened the "Game Guide" notebook.
Since Chen Yan had boasted in front of his father that he would use the money he made from the games he made to buy a house, he had to take it seriously.
To make that game...
Chen Yan's eyes moved downwards and he circled the number "1 million" again: Make 1 million first to ensure a bottom line.
Thinking of this, Chen Yan turned the page of the notebook, reorganized the plan of inviting Yu Qiaoqiao to dinner in the dormitory, and confirmed the details.
After confirming the details, he looked at the plan on the notebook and thought for a long time. In a vague way, he always felt a little unwilling.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and increased all the numbers in the plan by 10 times.
If you want to play, play big. Otherwise, it will take a long time to save up 1 million to make the game!
The brave will die of overeating, and the timid will die of starvation!
He threw all the plans aside, checked the information, recalled the system limitations, redesigned the plan, and after confirming that there were no problems, Chen Yan put the notebook in his pocket, packed up, and left the house.
This dinner party is related to Chen Yan’s “lifelong event”, so he attaches great importance to it and wants to make arrangements in advance.
When he arrived at the bank, Chen Yan took out all his savings from the year he graduated, a total of 90,000 yuan, in order to prepare for the game.
Add to that the 10,000 he had in Alipay, it makes exactly 100,000.
The reason for withdrawing money is that Chen Yan's next planned consumption is relatively large, and his bank card limit is relatively low, so it is more convenient to take cash...
