I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

After 84, the training of the Olympic delegation became even more rigorous and arduous.

Although Yan Jiefang is older, his athletic performance is truly outstanding, leaving many younger athletes helpless.

The coaches didn't want to overwork him, so his training time was relatively short, as everyone was afraid of damaging this veteran player.

As for those who maliciously kowtowed to the West and tried to bring down Yan Jiefang, their ultimate fate was to suffer paralysis or die from a cerebral hemorrhage unintentionally.

Yan Jiefang had no choice; he had spoken to these people about it many times.

I'm an old player, and my physical strength can't compare to that of young people. I can just do some light training and I'm not suited for long-term, rigorous training, but these people just won't listen.

Since the other party was being impolite to him, Yan Jiefang had no choice but to be impolite to them in return.

This is entirely a two-way street.

There's something I need to mention here: as his cultivation level increases, his mental abilities also become stronger.

In this situation, Yan Jiefang's intervals between using the psionic rifle are correspondingly shortened. (Skill cooldown time)

Now, it can be used again in about 5 minutes, which is 12 times longer than when I first got the rifle.

As his cultivation level increases, this time will definitely continue to shorten, and in the end, he might be able to use it as freely as a machine gun.

...

Although several years have passed since the reform and opening up, all aspects have begun to flourish.

However, due to the restrictions imposed by relevant regulations, the income of novelists and lyricists is still severely suppressed, remaining almost unchanged from previous years.

Many of the songs that Yan Jiefang "created" before his departure have been scrapped.

This situation left him feeling helpless.

Such was the tide of the times, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Unless he intends to flip the table and unleash some world-destroying superweapon, disrupting the entire order of the Earth.

But this contradicts his fundamental goal of simply living a good life and enjoying health and longevity.

After all, if you flip the table, someone has to clean up the mess, right?

With so many new managers, they certainly won't do things exactly as you want.

Or, for a short period of time, to make things do as you want under your threat.

But people's hearts change.

No one can make the world follow the path they have set.

What even great men couldn't do, Yan Jiefang could do?

Chun Chun is overthinking it!

Yan Jiefang was also somewhat self-aware; in terms of understanding, he was just an ordinary person, no different from anyone else.

Inner turmoil won't lead to longevity, so just like his future self, he temporarily gave up and let things take their course.

Anyway, he has a lot of money now, a lot of houses, and a great wife and kids. He's so much better off than he was before he transmigrated!

Moreover, there are many well-known opportunities to ride the wave, making it very easy to take off.

Getting rich is not the goal; living a good life is.

There's absolutely no need for Yan Jiefang to engage in internal strife here.

It's the 80s now, a time of rampant capital growth and one of the best times to start a business.

Many well-known companies, such as Chrysanthemum, started during this era.

As a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining who can abstain from beef, does he need to seize this opportunity?

It doesn't seem necessary.

Qi Refining cultivators are hundreds or thousands of times stronger than ordinary people, but their lifespan is no different from that of ordinary people, only a mere hundred or so years.

Only Foundation Establishment cultivators can break out of this circle and reach a level of about two hundred years.

Yan Jiefang felt that his fundamental goal was to improve his cultivation level, preferably to reach the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible, at which point he could do whatever he wanted.

Of course, we should still make money.

After all, he still has a wife and children to support.

Moreover, earning more money would make his family's life more comfortable.

Just like now, a few of them can live in an entire courtyard house, while many other large families can only squeeze into one or two small rooms.

These are all benefits that money brings.

Because Sha Zhu and Liu Yuyan ran the restaurant well, both families have made a lot of money in the past two years.

As more and more business owners made money, Chunfeng Restaurant's business became increasingly prosperous.

As soon as the business becomes successful, people naturally appear who want a piece of the pie.

At this time, a large number of educated youth returned to the city, the number of unemployed people in the city surged, and some idle people formed gangs and hooligan groups.

They openly robbed people at stations, docks, markets, and other places, and began extorting protection money from vendors.

There have even been extreme incidents where police cars and ambulances have been robbed.

That noon, Yan Jiefang went out for a stroll and happened to pass by the restaurant.

He figured he had nothing else to do, so he decided to go into the store and chat with Sha Zhu and his wife.

As soon as I entered the store, I saw Sha Zhu, the war god of the courtyard, being trampled on the ground and unable to move.

Beside him, his apprentices, Fatty and Ma Hua, also suffered the same fate, being knocked to the ground.

The proprietress Liu Yuyan, Xiao Dang, Huaihua, and several other waitresses were all in a corner, being watched over.

Yan Jiefang counted them; there were about seven or eight people in the group, quite a lot indeed.

The two men swaggered to a table and started drinking.

One of them looked at the silly pillar on the ground:

"Boss He, your business is so good, why don't you think about making money peacefully? Why do you want to fight with everyone you see?"

See, you've suffered a loss now, haven't you?

We're here today just to collect some "labor fee" for maintaining public order, so why are you so agitated?

Without us watching over this area, it would have been in complete chaos long ago.

Instead of being grateful, why repay kindness with enmity?

At this moment, a henchman saw Yan Jiefang enter and immediately came up to push him:

"Hey kid, can't you see we're busy with something? Come back for dinner later!"

Yan Jiefang had never seen a gang that collected protection money before, but this time he had actually seen one.

It's estimated that this is still the early 80s, and these gangs are still young and have only recently risen to power, so their operations seem rather crude.

Although he wanted to see how the gang operated in person, the timing wasn't right, since it was his shop and he had a stake in it.

Then we can't be polite.

"Snapped!"

Yan Jiefang raised his hand and slapped the henchman in front of him until he was knocked unconscious.

The commotion immediately drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Immediately, someone called for others to rush over:

"Fifth Brother, this guy's got bad intentions, let's go teach him a lesson!"

Upon seeing Yan Jiefang, Liu Yuyan immediately shouted:

"Jiefang, hurry! Go to Jiaodaokou Police Station to report this!"

Yan Jiefang didn't take the thugs seriously at all. Ignoring his sister-in-law, he swung his hand in a blur, slapping each of the four men who rushed at him until they were knocked to the ground unconscious.

The two people sitting at the table realized something was wrong, and the one who had spoken earlier quickly spoke up:

"Brother, what gang do you belong to? Looks like we've messed with the Dragon King's temple today. Give me some face, will you?"

Let's pretend we were never here. Let's part ways amicably. We're leaving now.