Chapter 107: Anchor

Just decorating the suite wasn't enough. Gifts were also very important.

It was their first time, so there had to be a sense of ritual.

This wasn't only Liu Li's first time, it was also Wang Yan or Wang Fugui's first time.

It wouldn't feel right if he didn't make a big scene.

People must spend money on the things they like to themselves happy.

Moreover, Liu Li was very special.

She was Wang Yan's anchor.

An anchor was used to fixate a ship. No matter how big the waves were or how rapid the currents were, an anchored ship would always be safe.

I might seem unnecessary for Wang Yan to insist on giving his first time to Liu Li and almost vowed for it. Buy, in fact, he did it for a reason.

Wang Yan wanted to stabilize himself.

Like an anchor that stabilizes a ship, Liu Li would stabilize him.

Wang Yan knew very well that if not for Liu Li, he definitely wouldn't have been able to resist waves of surging desire. It would have been impossible for him to pass the infancy period of the newly acquired system so smoothly.

He wouldn't have become a tycoon, but a nouveau riche. He would probably have become very reckless and been deserted by the system.

Fortunately, the worst scenario didn't happen.

It was as if...he was destined to become what he was now.

At that time, Wang Yan was still a high school student and hadn't modified his intelligence. However, with a bit of self-awareness, a bit of introspection, and a heart of reverence, he was able to make such an operation. Obviously, Gouzi was essentially a very clever boy.

In addition, in the book The Creature from Jekyll Island: A Second Look at the Federal Reserve, it mentioned something related to behavioral finance, which was called the anchoring theory.

When he first read it, Wang Yan did not understand its meaning. It was not until he met Liu Li that he finally understood: Oh, so that's what it is.

He recalled what happened on that sunny Army Day.

In the waiting hall at the Provincial Station.

Liu Li looked up inadvertently and saw that the boy who had boarded the train with her was holding a thick book and reading attentively.

He's quite hard-working, she thought.

Five minutes later, her gaze swept past him for the second time, and the boy's posture did not change.

His posture was really good. She nodded to herself.

Ten minutes later, her gaze swept past him again, and Liu Li found that the boy was frowning tightly.

Wow! So serious... Hehe, like a little old man.

Liu Li was amused by this thought, and her thoughts started to diverge, as if a matchstick figure was dancing in her mind.

Wang Yan was frowning and thinking hard about a paragraph in the book.

"When the dollar system is no longer anchored in physical objects... and becomes the anchor of many currencies... monetary policy is made complicated by people... We are experiencing a nouveau riche retreat."

Anchor theory? How interesting.

Reading and thinking, Wang Yan felt satisfied and fulfilled. He did not notice that a beautiful girl had casually glanced at him three times because she was bored.

Every story might have started at a certain mysterious moment.

...

Now both of them had acknowledged their relationship, Wang Yan felt that it was time to do something.

To do something, the sense o

f ceremony was very important.

Any huge ship had to have a grand ceremony before launching, why?

Every old captain knew it.

Although Wang Yan was not an old captain, he was rich, and he did not hesitate to spend money at critical moments.

He went straight to the nearest shopping mall... uh, this was nonsense, because the only shopping mall that Wang Yan had been to was the Yintai Department Store.

His target shop was Cartier.

The salesgirl did not look down on Wang Yan because of his age... Of course this was another nonsense because Young Master Wang was expensively dressed.

The Salesgirl's smile was sincere and full of enthusiasm. "Hello Handsome, are you looking for a gift for your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Wang Yan nodded and went straight to the point. "Show me bracelets and earrings."

It was not convenient for Liu Li to wear a necklace, and the symbolic meaning of rings was too strong, so he could only choose between a bracelet and earrings.

Then, when he passed by a counter, he fell in love with a watch.

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The salesgirl noticed that the customer had stopped in his tracks and followed his line of sight. A look of joy immediately appeared in her eyes.

"Handsome, do you like that watch? Let me take it out so can have a good look of it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you."

Wang Yan did not refuse.

The watch could caught Wang Yan's eye because it had great looks.

It had a round dial with a white base and a single ring of diamonds. There were only four diamond numbers on the dial, 12,3,6, and 9. They filled up the entire dial space. The design was very unique.

In addition, the band on the watch was blue and white with a pearl-like luster.

It looked shiny and tender, just what girls liked...

Er, maybe this was the thing?

Wang Yan recalled Liu Li's daily dress style and the lipstick number she had given to Lin Weiwei. What was it called... Death Barbie Pink? !

Very good. San Wan had the heart of a pink girl, so she should like this watch.

Wang Yan was cinfident with his aesthetic standards, so he happily picked up the watch and looked at it.

The salesgirl said, "Handsome, this is Cartier's new Pasha, which was just released in April this year. It's selling for 260,000 yuan. It has..." Blahblah.

The face of the watch was pretty good, and Wang Yan was very satisfied with it. However, when he flipped to the back, he could not help but frown.

What the hell? !

A watch that was selling for 260,000 Yuan had a steel chassis?

Are you kidding me?

Wang Yan actually didn't know much about watches, after all, he hadn't been rich for long.

But no matter what, he had several Patek Philippe, so he knew what features a luxury watch should have.

When he looked at this pasha with quartz movement, he was dumbfounded.

A watch that cost 260,000 yuan, big sister, had quartz movement? !

When he browsed watches on the website, Wang Yan had a good impression of Cartier's looks. Now after examining one in his hand, he was confused.

Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly remembered something.

Eh? The watch that Lin Weiwei was wearing seemed to be a Cartier Pasha?

With her personality, since she was willing to buy this brand, then the Cartier's watches definitely had their merits.

After thinking for a while, he took out his cell phone and dialed Chi Haomiao's number.

Chi Haomiao's nickname was Parallel Goods. He was Huang Xu's friend and was on great terms with Wu Fanlin and Lin Baizhou. That day at the State Guesthouse, he drank quite happily with Wang Yan and could be considered an acquaintance.

Parallel Goods loved to talk about women. He was familiar with everything about women and liked watches.

It was probably not wrong to ask him about such things.

"Wow, Youn Master Wang, this is new. what's up?"

"Brother Shui, I have something to ask you."

"Don't be so polite. Just say it. We're no strangers!"

"Alright, I just want to know what you think of Cartier's watch."

When Chi Haomiao heard this, his voice immediately raised an octave.

"Male watches are sh*t, female watches are the king of sh *t, do you understand? If you buy it for yourself, listen to me, forget it!"

The voice of the Fake Goods was very loud. When the salesgirl heard his comment, she smiled awkwardly.

"I'm giving it to a girl," Wang Yan had to explain, "I just suddenly realized that it's a little rough, so I want your opinion."

"If it's a gift to a girl, then buy it!"

Chi Haomiao suddenly felt deflated.

"Women are all mentally ill. They only look at the looks and not the performance. For the same price, a Cartier is much better gift than a Patek Philippe.

"For watches like Tank Blue Balloons Pasha, as long as it's below 100,000 yuan, you can buy anything that looks good.

"Be careful not to touch anything above 100,000 yuan, it's a f *cking trap!

"Unless, you can buy CPCP."

The salesgirl's smile was no longer polite; it was filled with only embarrassment. She roared silently: You are a f*cking psycho! You are the f*cking trap!

I wish you got a tank mistress as wife!

Her resentment soared up straight into the sky.

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