Chapter 162 Making the Most of Everything

[Director Qin: Yan An, I'll take all the characters from the shop. Remember to tell Zhong Wan that I should get priority for her writing from now on. Nephew, got it?]

[Director Qin: Where's Zhong Wan? Is she still resting?]

[Director Qin: Where is he? If you don't reply soon, I'm calling your wife directly.]

In an instant, the chat box couldn't conceal the bandit-like aura subtly revealed in his words.

Lin Yan'an rubbed his forehead helplessly and replied, "Okay."

[Wanwan is still resting. If you need anything during this time, just tell me directly and don't disturb her!]

[Director Qin: Of course, otherwise why would I go through all this trouble?]

[Director Qin: That's all for now. The money will be in your account soon. Just remember to let her know.]

[Lin Yan'an: Wait!]

[Lin Yan'an: Uncle Qin, are you taking these to...?]

Lin Yan'an didn't type out a message saying it was done, but Director Qin immediately understood what he meant.

His face, which had just been slightly smiling, instantly turned serious. Holding his phone, he replied without hesitation, "That's not your concern. You just need to take care of Zhong Wan's logistics and make sure she's well taken care of!"

Lin Yan'an pursed her lips. "I don't care about those things, but I suggest you send the items to where you want them delivered immediately."

[Lin Yan'an: Perhaps the sooner those characters take effect, the faster the body will recover later.]

[Director Qin: What do you mean!]

[Lin Yan'an: It doesn't mean anything, it's just speculation. Believe it or not.]

Great, we've successfully kicked the ball back.

After Lin Yan'an sent the message, the "The other party is typing..." message at the top of the chat box flashed a few times before returning to silence.

He could almost picture Director Qin on the other end of the phone, his brow furrowed and his expression shifting unpredictably.

Lin Yan'an put down her phone, turned off the screen, and sighed softly.

He shouldn't have said that, but since it concerned Zhong Wan's health, he wouldn't let go of any possibility.

The various ghosts he had experienced with Zhong Wan echoed in his mind, finally settling on that back mountain.

Based on Zhong Wan's words, he couldn't help but guess that perhaps that's where merit points started.

The matter of merit is inherently mysterious and profound.

Zhong Wan never mentioned it to anyone, and he wouldn't either, so naturally he had to keep quiet.

However, he thought, if those characters were truly useful and could be used for good,

Perhaps it really can help her earn merit points?

He wasn't entirely sure, but at least he wanted to give it a try.

Once the thought popped into his head, he could no longer remain silent.

Lin Yan'an took his phone and sat down on the bedside, looking at Zhong Wan's peaceful sleeping face.

Pride, worry, and anxiety—a complex mix of emotions instantly swirled in his mind.

Her abilities far exceeded his expectations, and the value of her merits...

He didn't know its specific value, but he knew from the name alone that it was extraordinary.

Moreover, considering Zhong Wan's abilities...

As for the matter of drawing ghosts, although the higher-ups will pay attention and keep an eye on it, they probably won't interfere too much.

If one were to add merit to the equation, the result would likely be more than just protection; it might also bring endless scrutiny and constraints.

To be honest, if it weren't for the compilation and publication of "Folk Customs Records" and its involvement with real history, he wouldn't have agreed to Zhong's evening newspaper, let alone taken the initiative to contact him.

This special ability, once noticed by those in power, may seem to bring honor and security, but it also comes at the cost of freedom to some extent.

He proactively suggested that Zhong Yang sell items from the store online, hoping to subtly draw Director Qin's attention to the pile of characters in the store.

Although Zhong Wan once said that the completion rate was not high, there is still hope, isn't there?

His suggestion to Director Qin was also a stopgap measure in the hope that Zhong Wan could recover as soon as possible.

Seven days. A random sensory function of the body will be weakened for seven days.

He couldn't imagine what this experience would be like for Zhong Wan.

But if possible, he still hopes she can stay healthy.

Now that they have embarked on this path, all he can do is to maximize her abilities without revealing her final trump card.

Nothing inspires more merit than those who struggle hard for peace.

Right now, he has done everything he can and should do, and he just hopes to see results in the next couple of days.

Lin Yan'an reached out and covered Zhong Wan with the blanket before turning around and going downstairs.

Just as he reached the top of the stairs, his phone rang again.

Lin Yan'an picked it up and saw it was a message from Director Qin.

[Director Qin: Understood. The supplies will be delivered to those who need them before tonight.]

Lin Yan'an instantly understood and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Lin Yanan: Thank you.

[Director Qin: You're welcome. Please take good care of Zhong Wan.]

[Director Qin: Forget about the one that was just sold. Remember to keep all the calligraphy Zhong Wan writes for me from now on.]

Lin Yan'an: I know, Uncle Qin, don't worry, I'll sell them all to you from now on.

Upon seeing this, Director Qin couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. "You little rascal."

Lin Yan'an shrugged, unconcerned, and instead asked with some curiosity, "By the way, if I may ask, which one was sold?"

[Director Qin: Peace and good luck. I checked, and the yin energy above is negligible. Sell it then.]

After sending the message, Director Qin remembered something and continued, "Oh, by the way, the seller is actually a minor celebrity; the old man has even seen one of his shows."

[I really didn't expect him to be such a nice person. I had my subordinate check his address, and it turns out he's gone to teach in a mountainous area.]

Getting a decent answer from him piqued Lin Yan'an's curiosity. [Who is it?]

[Director Qin: Rolling his eyes (image)]

Just by looking at that expression, Lin Yan'an could imagine how speechless and amused his usually serious uncle looked at that moment.

Then, another message came from him.

[Director Qin: Don't go asking unnecessary questions. Have you wasted all those years living in this compound?]

[Director Qin: Anyway, he's a very positive young man, quietly doing charity work and acting honestly. He's much better than those who buy trending topics all day long. The talent he brings to the table isn't wasted.]

Lin Yan'an instantly understood and didn't press further. [I understand. Making the best use of resources is a good thing.]

Director Qin seemed quite pleased with his tactful nature.

Director Qin: Hmm.

After a simple reply, I said no more.

Lin Yan'an didn't bother her any further, put away her phone, and her tense mood eased considerably.

The characters in the shop have already changed hands, and the seeds of hope have been sown.

All he could do now was wait.

Waiting for the seeds to sprout, waiting... for her to get better.

I just don't know how long this wait will take.