For the Sake of My Future

Chen Yan secretly adjusted the plan on his phone, and continued to walk home.

After a while, he returned to his apartment

He went upstairs and came to his door. Chen Yan took out the key and just as he was about to open the door, there was the sound of a spatula colliding.

Chen Yan was startled, then raised his wrist to check the date on the watch: the 15th.

The smile on his face disappeared as he opened the door and walked in.

There was a kitchen around the corner when it first opened, with a middle-aged man in an apron cooking.　　

Chen Yan was silent for a while, but soon called out, "Dad, are you here?."

"Don't call me dad, instead, landlord." The middle-aged man replied with a cold face and didn't raise his head.

While cooking, he added, "I'm here to collect rent."

Chen Yan was too tired to speak, so he removed his jacket, hung it up, then went to his room, where he pulled out the money he had prepared and placed it on the table.

After a while, the middle-aged man returned to the table with a plate of green peppers and tomatoes.

He hefted the meal onto the table, unbuttoned his apron, slid it over the back of the chair, sat down, and then took the money from the table and checked it.

Chen Yan said, "A total of 1,500 yuan, is it enough?." ($235)

The middle-aged man gave an "um", picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and tasted it.

"I don't want to eat by myself," he added after a mouthful, "so go to the kitchen and fetch chopsticks."

Chen Yan eyed the green dishes on the table, shook his head, and said, "I ate outside."

"You design that stupid game at home every day, and yet have money to dine out?" said the middle-aged man, mockingly.

Chen Yan is too lazy to argue.

This kind of talk has been running between the two since Chen Yan resigned and started to get into game development.

Seeing that Chen Yan did not speak, the middle-aged man became even more angry.

He placed his chopsticks on the table and remarked, "You claimed you'd get a respectable job after graduation, and you did, but it was only for two months!. And now you want to sit at home all day, spewing meaningless rubbish like game design!."

"Either way, what's the use of designing a game! Is it feeding you? Is it providing you with a home?."

Chen Yan replied helplessly, "Dad. I don't want to argue with you."

"I have talked enough about this topic countless times."

"Dad, times have changed."

"There are several jobs that may be done from home. Designing games may earn money, as can writing novels, even being a stream-host can earn money, and as well as being an anchor. This is all serious work."

"Don't always look at young people with old eyes."

"Just the job you mentioned. The internship period is 2,000 yuan for a month. You and my mother told me that you were afraid of my misuse and saved me money. You asked me for 2000 for a month. I worked hard for a month, eating and riding in the car, and entertainment, losing about 1,000 yuan."

Chen Yan's father was a little confused, but he still retorted, "Did you have extra income in that fantasy Journey to the West game? We helped you save the remaining money, so what's wrong?."

Chen Yan responded, "Yes. You said that I have income from playing games. Then why do you object to my entry into the game industry?."

Chen Yan's father spoke bitterly, "That's not stable! You made a thousand a month at that time, can you still make so much now? Can you still make so much in the future?"

"You can't just look at the present, but also think about the future."

"Is it possible to have a stable job by creating games?"

"Our family's conditions are not bad. You can go to work and collect rent. Isn't it more relaxing than you designing games?."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, his eyes widened, and looked at Chen Yan.

"Have you not given up on making that useless game!?."

Chen Yan was silent.

When Chen Yan didn't speak, Chen Yan's father said frustrated, "I told you. It's not worth spending hundreds of thousands of yuan to make a game."

"Can you guarantee success?"

"Can you be realistic!? Don't always have unrealistic dreams!."

Chen Yan felt annoyed when his father mentioned this.

He interrupted, "Okay, Dad. That's the end of this topic. We quarreled many times, but to no avail, didn't we?"

"I didn't let you and my mom pay for me to create the game. I saved the money myself. Isn't it okay?"

"It's still the same old rule. I pay the rent every month and take care of myself and you don't interfere with my passion!."

"As for my game, either it can make a loss or earn, it has nothing to do with you."

"You think I will definitely lose money, however, I still think I can buy a house."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Chen Yan's father gave a cold "hum", "Okay! I'll wait for the day you make enough money to buy a house by relying on that broken game!"

After finishing speaking, he was too tired to eat, took the money angrily, got up, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Chen Yan stopped him, "Wait a minute, Dad."

Chen Yan's father turned around angrily, "What's wrong!?"

Chen Yan replied in a serious tone, "You cook at my house and use my raw materials. Please pay me 100 yuan." ($15)

Chen Yan's father's forehead was covered with green veins, "I brought the tomatoes and peppers, and I cooked the rice at home. I didn't use your raw materials!"

Chen Yan rebutted, "Oil and salt. I saw it."

Chen Yan's father: "..."

"Huh!" Chen Yan's father took out a gray mao grandpa from his wallet, patted it heavily on the table, and slammed the door angrily.

"Hey..." Chen Yan sighed heavily as he watched his father leave.

Conflicting with one's parents' opinions is the most difficult thing in life. Because you know they genuinely care about you, however... this level of kindness may not be in keeping with your aspirations.

A job with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and average benefits, but working as a professional player with a monthly salary of 5,000

Most young people choose the latter.

Because: It's interesting, high-income, and a new industry, with more opportunities, maybe selected by the professional team, you can be "transferred" into game commentary.

But, most parents will choose the former because it's….stable.

This is the concept shaped by time.

Chen Yan sat quietly for a while, then got up, put away the money, cleared the table, returned to the desk, and opened the "Game Strategy" notebook.

Chen Yan would take it seriously since he complimented his game so highly in front of his father and intended to utilize the game to generate money to purchase a house.

Chen Yan shifted his gaze down, and once again drew a circle on the "1 million":

Earn 1 million yuan first.

Thinking this way, Chen Yan turned the pages of the book, and once again reviewed the plan for inviting Yu Qiaoqiao to eat with her roommates and confirmed the details.

After confirming the details, he looked at the plan in the notebook and thought about it for a long time.

'I will surely regret this, but I, Chen Yan, will take the risk!.'

For a moment, he gritted his teeth and increased all the numbers on the plan by 10 times.

If you want to make it big, the risk has to be big! Otherwise, if you want to get to 1 million and make the game, it will take too much time!

It's either now or never!

Writing down all the steps in the plan, checking the information, recalling the system limitations, Chen Yan had re-designed the plan. After confirming that there was no problem, Chen Yan put the notebook in his backpack, cleaned up the eraser shavings and left for the meeting place.

This time, the plan relates to Chen Yan's life, so he must take it very seriously and arrange the proper stuff in advance.

When he came to the bank, Chen Yan took out all his savings during the year of graduation. A total of 90,000 yuan. It is to prepare for the life changing event.

Adding his 10,000 in Alipay, it came to exactly 100,000 in cash. ($15,700)

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 convenient to have cash in hand.