Avoid detours, start by running a nursing home.

Chapter 9 Persuasion

"Oh, you have conditions? What do you want?"

Zhang Yang looked at Old Jiang with great interest and asked.

"You can't stop me from playing video games anymore!"

The old man spoke without hesitation.

"No, weren't you just playing games with your grandson? How come you're so addicted now?"

Zhang Yang was speechless after hearing the old man's words.

"Didn't you find it quite fun while playing around with it?"

The old man touched his nose: "Don't worry about all that, just tell me if you agree or not."

"impossible!"

Zhang Yang stated firmly, "The time must be controlled; I need to discuss the specific amount with the doctors."

"The most I can promise is to try my best to see if we can separate the morning and afternoon sessions, so that the total duration is a little longer."

"Why are you just like that girl Yun, so stubborn!"

The old man was displeased when he heard Zhang Yang's lack of respect. He glared at him, puffing out his beard, and said, "I was just playing a game out of boredom, wasn't I?"

"It's not a big deal."

"I promise you, I won't sulk like I did today again, okay?"

"That's not the same thing."

Zhang Yang shook his head at the old man: "I have no problem with you playing games when you're bored; it's not a big deal."

"I'd even be happy to play with you."

"But you do have a chronic condition like high blood pressure, so you have to control the time you spend on it."

Zhang Yang looked at the other person with a sincere expression: "Sitting in front of the computer for a long time without moving is definitely not good for your health."

"Entertainment is one thing, but we can't forget about our health, don't you think?"

In his field of vision, he could see the favorability rating above Old Jiang's head, which had now steadily settled at 58 points.

In addition, the text that originally represented the other party's emotions has now been quietly replaced with the words "Persuading..."

However, the text color was sometimes green and sometimes yellow, and it was slowly flashing, so it seemed rather unstable.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang didn't try to persuade him any further. He just sat there quietly, watching Old Jiang and waiting for his reply.

On the one hand, he felt that the old man had a bad temper after their initial interaction, and saying too much might have the opposite effect.

It's better to say less and let him think it over on his own.

On the other hand, he was also curious and wanted to see what this persuasive skill was all about.

In his eyes, the other person stopped what they were doing, sat down in a chair, and lowered their head in thought.

The speed at which the words "Persuading" flashed and changed color above their heads was getting slower and slower, and the frequency of the yellow text appearing was also getting lower and lower...

After a while, the text finally stopped flashing and turned completely green, then gradually faded away...

Persuasion successful...

When Zhang Yang saw those four words, Old Jiang also looked up and said, "Alright, no matter how you put it, you're doing this for my own good."

"I'm an old man, I can't take your good intentions for granted."

"I'll listen to you from now on. I'll play for a while each morning and afternoon, and control the time appropriately."

"Then it's a deal?"

Zhang Yang smiled at the old man, raised his hand and showed him his little finger: "Pinky promise?"

"Hahaha, you little brat, trying to pull that on me?"

Old Jiang was amused and exasperated by his sudden move: "Are you trying to fool me like a child?"

"Hehe, you're so addicted to computer games, what's the difference between you and a kid?"

"Fine, fine! I give up!"

The old man rolled his eyes at him, then hooked his little finger with his: "Pinky promise, for a hundred years!"

"Whoever turns into a puppy is a dog!" Zhang Yang added unexpectedly at the end.

The old man was so angry that he glared at him, blowing his beard.

The old man held back for a long time, and finally, for some reason, burst out laughing.

He shook his head helplessly, put the mouse on the table, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked out the door without looking back.

"Hey, hey, hey, have you forgotten something, old man?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yang quickly got up and ran after him, saying, "We made a promise, you know. I'll grant you one request: you tell me why you like surfing the internet."

"Now that we've agreed on the terms, it wouldn't be appropriate for you to just leave without saying anything, would it?"

"You're so old, you can't just back out like that!"

After that hook was pulled, the favorability rating jumped again, reaching 59.

He was just a hair's breadth away from completing the mission, but he just couldn't advance. How could he not be anxious?

That's five thousand yuan!

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang was still waiting to see what would happen. This old man was chatting on QQ and playing Fantasy Westward Journey. Was he having an online romance?

"Oh?"

Old Jiang stopped and slowly turned back to look at him with a half-smile: "I mean, you have to grant me one request, right?"

"My condition is that you can't stop me from playing games anymore, right?"

"Did you agree?"

After saying that, he chuckled, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly strolled towards the main gate.

You little brat, I've got you figured out!

"Hey, even if you didn't agree to everything, you at least agreed to half of it, right?"

Having come this far, Zhang Yang was unwilling to give up.

They ran right behind him and started talking incessantly around him.

"So, according to Director Liu and the others, the original plan was to ban you from playing games, right?"

"Well, no matter how I look at it, at least I've opened a door for you, right?"

"Even if he didn't achieve anything, he certainly put in the effort..."

Once he opened his mouth, he started talking non-stop, from inside the building to the lawn outside, for a full five minutes without stopping.

They kept repeating the same things over and over, but it all boiled down to one thing: if you don't give me an explanation today, this isn't over!

"stop!"

The old man was getting a little dizzy from what he was saying. He walked to a row of benches, sat down, and glared at Zhang Yang.

"Your chatter is really annoying, no wonder you chose Chemistry and Biology!"

"Hehe, I was just curious, wasn't I?"

Zhang Yang grinned at him, and without any ceremony, sat down next to him.

"Look how nice the weather is now, it's quite comfortable to soak up the sun."

"You agree with that, don't you?"

"You brat, lecturing me now..."

Old Jiang was both amused and exasperated by what he said. He shook his head and finally simply imitated him, spreading his hands and leaning back in his chair, slowly raising his head and squinting as he looked up at the sky.

"I must say, sunbathing here is actually quite comfortable..."

"See, I was right after all..."

"Heh, it's nothing special..."

An elderly person and a child were sunbathing on the lawn. On the fourth floor of the building, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the dean's office, Liu Jing, Lu Mingyuan, Li Xiaoyun, and a few others were standing there, quietly watching them.

"Are they so close now? Wasn't Old Jiang always so arrogant, ignoring everyone except Xiaoyun?"

Dr. Lu Mingyuan, a resident doctor panting in his white coat, adjusted his glasses, looking somewhat surprised.

Liu Jing, who was standing to the side, watched the two of them sitting on the bench, posing in the same way as each other and sunbathing, looking thoughtful.

"Hmm, perhaps we've been keeping too close an eye on Mr. Jiang before. Maybe it's better to guide him rather than suppress him?"

Li Xiaoyun, standing beside them, looked at the two downstairs with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She secretly regretted that she usually spent most of her time paying attention to the health of these elderly people.

I was only thinking about how to help them control their diet and how to help them develop good lifestyle habits...

Is there something we haven't done well enough?