People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 282 A New Way to Increase Attributes (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

More than a week has passed in the blink of an eye in the league championship.

During this time, hundreds of people on the Giants team went crazy, from John Mara to the janitors; everyone was immersed in immense anxiety and immense joy.

Although the training intensity has been reduced, tactical replays, memorizing tactical manuals, watching replays, longer periods of psychological counseling and physical rehabilitation... everyone is giving it their all to perform at their best in the Super Bowl.

Although they made it to the Super Bowl thanks to Levi, the Super Bowl is a super event watched by 1.5 million people across the United States. Big stars, top influencers, and even senators, vice presidents, and presidents will pay attention to this day. If anything unexpected or disgraceful happens, even if they win, they will be etched into the pillar of historical shame.

After all, this is an unprecedented moment that will make history.

In this situation, Li Wei has become the only outlier in the entire Giants team.

On the morning of February 12, there were 4 days left until the Super Bowl.

Li Wei was leisurely preparing ingredients in the kitchen.

He was processing ingredients delivered from Lam Tao Hang and the Fortress Kitchen Apartments, preparing to cook again after almost a year.

Using M7+ Wagyu beef to make braised beef ribs is undeniably extravagant.

While trimming the meat, he was thinking about things—but not the Super Bowl.

For Levi, the Super Bowl wasn't much of a surprise. Although the San Francisco 49ers are a top powerhouse, his physical attributes make winning the game a foregone conclusion.

What really made him think was what would happen after the Super Bowl.

He knew the NFL schedule very well. After the Super Bowl, from mid-February to early September, there would be no games to play for a full seven months, except for training camp.

Without competitions, the source of attribute points for the "Knight's Tournament" path has been nerfed for no reason, and the source of attribute points is almost zero.

However, at the current pace, if we wait patiently to compete in tournaments every year, it will take seven or eight years to accumulate enough attribute points to upgrade to the Golden Knight.

And to be honest, having to train three days a week is making him a little tired of it.

My initial desire to become a sports star was simply to improve my life and make a lot of money.

We've made some money, but the growth of our system attributes has stagnated.

If you ask whether Li Wei really enjoys being a big star—he certainly does.

Thinking of this, Li Wei smiled slightly.

Who doesn't like to show off? Especially when you're about to show off in front of tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, of Americans.

But now there are no more competitions, so there's no one to show off, and there are no attribute points to accumulate. We'll have to wait at least six months.

During these six months, they also need to ensure that they train 3 days a week.

While the price-performance ratio isn't bad, it's not as appealing to him anymore.

He recalled his previous thoughts.

This "Medieval Adventurer System" reflects the real world as the Middle Ages. NFL games are knightly duels, Anya is the daughter of the Highlord of the North, Elizabeth is the King's little princess, and even Yale University's Midnight Scream becomes the abyssal howl of a vampire army.

The system seems to have misidentified him, thinking he is now a medieval knight.

But what if he did something that "is medieval in the system's eyes, but is actually a modern undertaking"?

For example, how about making a movie? Building a real set and filming an adventurer's story?

If this method can fool the system's mapping mechanism, wouldn't the attribute points increase rapidly in the future?

This idea made him even faster with his knife, and the knife accidentally sliced ​​through the fat layer and cut his own finger.

If an ordinary person were to be struck like that, half of their finger would probably be cut off. However, under the protection of Li Wei's passively activated [Silver Body], it only caused his fingertip to dent slightly.

Li Wei continued peeling the fat layer off the Wagyu beef short ribs; if they were too fatty, they wouldn't taste good even when made into braised beef short ribs.

However, considering retirement or taking a break now is a bit too early, and he hasn't figured out how to tell the people around him.

Forget it, let's talk about it after the Super Bowl.

What dishes are we making today?

Don Quixote walked into the kitchen with a cup of tea and leaned against the door frame.

This scene felt like a distant memory to him.

More than a year ago, during the basement days, Li Wei would cook while he smoked next to him. Back then, the ceiling would leak, the mattress was tattered, and the window had only a crack. Now, he lives in a luxury apartment of over 200 square meters and a villa worth 3000 million US dollars that is currently under renovation. He also drinks Da Hong Pao tea sent by Lin Daoxing.

Don Quixote didn't say anything sentimental; he just stood by the door frame for a few seconds before speaking.

"Braised beef short ribs, garlic vermicelli lobster, stir-fried seasonal vegetables," Li Wei said without looking up. "Anya said she wanted to show off her skills too, so I prepared the ingredients in advance."

"What day is it today that warrants such a grand celebration?" Don Quixote asked, knowing the answer already.

"It's my birthday."

"I know."

"Then why are you asking? Where's my 19th birthday present?"

Don Quixote walked up, laughing heartily, and pulled a Mercedes car key from his pocket, stuffing it into Livy's pocket.

"Mercedes?" Li Wei was taken aback. "Thank you, Uncle."

"It didn't cost me a penny," Don Quixote said, blowing on his hot tea. "It was a gift from the brand."

"The brand..." Li Wei's eyes lit up. "You got a Mercedes-Benz endorsement deal?"

"It's a sure thing, if you win the Super Bowl," Don Quixote said with a grin, "4 years, $5000 million a year, what do you think?"

"Thank you," Li Wei turned and hugged Don Quixote. "I like it very much."

"Actually, I got this cooperation agreement a couple of days ago," Don Quixote said, taking a sip of tea. "But I haven't decided what to give you for your birthday, so I'll just consider this Mercedes G65 as a gift from me."

Li Wei smiled and gave Don Quixote the middle finger, and Don Quixote chuckled twice.

"However, there's something I really want to discuss with you," Li Wei said.

"explain."

"I don't plan to be idle during the offseason after the Super Bowl."

"You mean LW sports drink?"

"No, not at all," Li Wei put the repaired meat into a food storage container and began to process the prawns. "I haven't completely decided on the specific direction yet, but it might involve film and television or technology investment."

Don Quixote did not respond immediately. It is risky for an athlete to distract themselves with other things during their prime.

As a former mid-level manager on Wall Street and now a broker, he has seen many such cases.

But looking at the young man in front of him, when had this kid ever disappointed him?

"Okay," he said, "I support you."

"You want to be the CEO?"

Li Wei only wanted to be a simple rich man. As for business matters, he wasn't against getting involved, but he preferred to focus his energy on improving his attributes.

Money is merely a tool to improve attributes.

Don Quixote paused for a moment.

"You worked on mergers and acquisitions and IPOs at JPMorgan Chase for many years," Li Wei said. "You led projects worth billions of dollars. Besides, you know me best. Any other professional manager would just think we're stupid and have too much money."

Don Quixote picked up his teacup and then put it down again, clearly deep in thought.

"Are you sure you want me to be the CEO?" He was a little hesitant but also a little tempted. "I'm your agent and guardian. If I become the CEO again, people will say that your family has no one else to rely on. Why are you making me do all these different positions?"

"Why let the good stuff go to outsiders? Why not share the benefits with our own people?" Li Wei removed the shrimp veins. "If we need to set up a new company, what do you think about us each owning 50% of the shares?"

"No," Don Quixote shook his head, "I can't take that much."

“I am your elder and I cannot take advantage of you,” he said. “Besides, we can use the existing structure of Vision Holdings Limited. If we set up a new company, people will not trust the company if they see that you only own 50%, since you are the core asset now.”

"If you're willing to trust me, give me 5% of the shares. The other 5% can be used to incentivize the original shareholders, and you'll keep 90% for yourself," Don Quixote thought for a moment, picked up his teacup and took a sip, "and then I'll take care of the rest."

"That suits me perfectly," Li Wei said with satisfaction, putting the shrimp into the bowl. "I can just wait to receive my share of the money and spend it every year."

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Anya arrived at 3 p.m.

She entered the door as usual: first the sound of the door lock clicking, then the crisp rhythm of her high heels clicking on the entryway floor, followed by the scent of perfume that wafted closer.

"Happy birthday!" She hugged Li Wei from behind as he busied himself at the stove, giving him a little nibble on his back. Her small hands roamed restlessly over his body, trying to rub herself inside him. "19"

I'm getting old.

"You're a little older than me." Li Weiteng didn't make a move, but instead nudged her forehead with his elbow.

"Suka!" Anya punched him. "Don't mention this again."

She took a beautifully packaged box out of her bag and placed it beside her, then leaned close to Li Wei's ear and whispered something.

Judging from her expression and Li Wei's slightly raised eyebrows, this must be quite explicit content.

"We'll open the real gift tonight," Anya said, taking a step back. "Let's open this one first."

Li Wei dried his hands and opened the box.

It's a Patek Philippe Nautilus, originally priced at around $15, but its price has actually doubled on the secondary market, so even if you have the money, you might not be able to buy it.

"Do you like it?" Anya rested her chin on her hands, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"I like it," Li Wei said, putting the watch on his wrist and holding it up. "Thank you."

Anya nodded in satisfaction.

Then her attention turned to the pot steaming on the stove. "Are my ingredients ready?"

I'm planning to make a dish too: traditional Russian beef stew in a clay pot.

"Hmm..." Li Wei glanced at Anya, the pampered young lady who never lifted a finger, "I have to ask one more time, are you sure?"

"Looking down on me?" Anya said, hands on her hips, clearly annoyed. "I learned from Aunt Katya for a long time."

"Alright," Li Wei said, standing to the side, "I'll help you."

"Oh, by the way," Anya said casually while washing her hands, "I asked Liz to come along. She said she'd be around 5..."

"You've been called."

Li Wei was tending to the braised beef brisket, his hands never stopping, and he didn't say a word.

Anya glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions. She dried her hands and started preparing the food.

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