Chapter 429: Being Reckless Does It!

On the afternoon of the third, the young master transferred 50 million yuan to Xu Jiao, and the contract was officially established.

It was a standard contract with 10 pages that said two things --

First, Wang Yan losing money had nothing to do with Xu Jiao.

Second, any profit came with a 30% management fee.

It was equivalent to not having to lose anything should something bad happen.

But both of them did not take the contract seriously, and this matter was not a legal issue in nature.

After paying the money, Xu Jiao did not tell Wang Yan about the operating mode and direction. She impatiently chased the young master away.

"This little bit of money is just for show. Why do you care so much? Just wait and count the money. Go train your car!"

Actually, even if she did not want to say it, Wang Yan could still guess it.

This time, the battlefield was the future of the stock index.

Future, there were only two directions. It was either long or short.

Simple, right?

If he closed his eyes and just bought blindly, there was a 50% chance of victory.

In fact... simple my ass!

Xu Jiao's biological father probably had some insider information that caused Xu Jiao to be pessimistic when she talked about the stock market. That was why Wang Yan dared to judge that the chance of the stock index continuing to fall was extremely high.

What if he didn't know Xu Jiao?

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the stock market had almost fallen previously, and it should be rebounding soon.

Moreover, every day, there would be experts in the media who advocated for a "Diamond bottom", calling for everyone to shout that Demacia's entire army would attack.

Even if one really dared to be bearish, the banker would use the weight of their shares to hold on for two days at least. Even if it didn't crash, one would still wet their pants in fear.

The domestic investors were playing the real hell mode. Wang Yan and Xu Jiao had seen through it after chatting for two days.

The young master planned to post two slogans on his bed when he returned home -- cherish life and stay away from the stock market.

As a vested interest, Xu Jiao forcibly explained, "It's not that exaggerated. As long as you're not greedy, it's easy to make money in the stock market!"

"Oh?" The young master raised his eyebrows.

"It's really super simple!"

Xu Jiao was afraid that Wang Yan would not believe her, so she taught him her secret technique. "Just when it's about to fall to the bottom..."

Wang Yan had no choice but to interrupt her. "Wait a minute, how can you tell?"

They were all amateurs. How could they know how to calculate?

"Easy!"

Xu Jiao pretended again.

"Just find a friend or colleague who is crazy about stocks. The kind that loses less and earns more. Quietly observe them."

"When they completely shut up and don't talk about stocks and are too lazy to open the software to look at the market, it's almost there. There's no need to be too precise when it comes to bottom-digging. It's just about enough."

"However, if they still want to search for the bottom line every day and were determined to turn defeat into victory, don't follow them."

What the heck!

He had to come up with a new idea.

Wang Yan thought about it and actually felt that it made sense. He had a kind of simple wisdom that did not work.

"Then, what happens after that?"

"After that, you can pick two random blue-chip stocks with low prices and medium-sized plates. After you buy them, just leave them there."

"Important note: Don't touch oil, steel, coal, low-grade manufacturing, and other backward industries."

"Most importantly, don't try to be clever. Just because you made a little money, you'll think you're good at it."

"It's best to forget about it completely and don't even look at it."

"A few years later, one day, all my friends who don't play the stock market started talking about it. If you can't make five times as much money by selling them, come to me. I'll make it up to you!"

Wang Yan was dumbfounded. What kind of big move was this?

Buddha-style stock trading, going against the flow?

At first, it sounded particularly unreliable. After careful consideration, however, he realized that it was actually a godly skill that could make a guaranteed profit without losing anything!

The difference in earnings depended on one's choice of stocks. However, earning five times one's initial budget was not an exaggeration. It could be considered the median value.

The most amazing thing was its maneuverability. It was simple enough and did not require any professional knowledge. It was a fool-proof operation. One only needed to overcome a little impetuousness and fear. In the end, there would definitely be a harvest.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan didn't need this method anymore. The effect of the market big funds was too weak.

But today's talk wasn't in vain.

This way of thinking was worth thinking about and learning from. Sure enough, anyone could be his teacher.

On the other hand, the young master also began to have confidence in Xu Jiao.

Like father, like daughter. This 50 million was a solid profit which could solve his problems!

After all his worries were gone, Wang Yan really let go and concentrated on driving.

Liu Ye directly took care of the Laferrari in the racing field. Huang Yiqing contacted a McLaren P1 and a new Porsche 918. The three godly cars were all gathered.

As for the other models, there were only three words: they had everything.

The cars were in place, and everyone began to prepare for the race.

The racing cars in the movies and TV series only had a few minutes on the field. They were all only the moments pumped with adrenaline.

In fact, racing cars were made up of a lot of complicated details.

Grinding and modifying the cars were only a small part of the preparatory work.

Fortunately, there was no weight and horsepower limit in this race. It was a true unlimited race, and there was no need to consider adjusting the limited performance on each vehicle separately.

In this way, the pressure on the drivers changing cars would be little.

So now it was up to the driver and which car he had the most chemistry with, and then to make some targeted upgrades.

Wang Yan was thoroughly satisfied, and the three divine cars started down the field one by one.

Accelerating in a straight line, the 918 was the most violent, and the Laferrari fell last.

Comparing the corner performance of each, the 918 was still the best, with the Laferrari in second, and the McLaren P1 in last.

Handling.

Stability: 918 > Laferrari > P1

Balance: Laferrari > 918 > P1

Field of vision: 918 > P1 > Laferrari

Shock absorption: 918 > Laferrari > P1

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The time taken to get from 0-100 km/h and 0-400 km/h had been measured, then measured 18 meters around the pile, the Laferrari finally won another round.

The final ranking was Laferrari > 918 > P1.

With the conclusion out, Wang Yan was a bit confused.

P1 was the weakest among the three godly cars. There was no doubt about it, but how did the Laferrari get so expensive?

It was completely beaten by 918.

The testing of the three cars was completed by Wang Yan personally, so there was no difference in the driving skills of the driver, only the differences between the cars and his condition while driving them.

But in fact, the young master's condition while driving the different cars didn't fluctuate. It was unreasonable to cheat on such a test.

Therefore, it was obvious that Laferrari was not the strongest race car. At best, it could be considered the most balanced race car.

If the Lamborghini Poison was compared to the Koenigsegg One: 1, there was a chance of its ranking continuing to drop.

Zhou Jianwu and the others were even more pessimistic. "Brother, why don't we find two Lamborghinis? I'm afraid that our car won't be able to outrun Fatty Fu..."

"Definitely not. The car from HAC is a Koenigsegg Agera. 000 was at least 0.2 seconds away, 004 was even worse. When that car was unveiled at our venue last year, everyone saw its performance."

"Fatty Fu is the only agent using Koenigsegg. We can't use Koenigsegg. It's either Lamborghini or Bugatti!"

"That's right. The Laferrari's performance is really terrible..."

The three godly cars were only famous in name but were not the ultimate supercars.

The price, the mix, the appropriate limit, and the manufacturer's public relations combined to make them the three godly cars.

The Bugatti 16-cylinder was a turbine, not a mix. The manufacturer was also cold and impatient with public relations, so they were rejected.

As for the Lamborghini Poison and the Koenigsegg One: 1... adding them together, there were only 19 cars. What was the point of hyping them up?

Those two things had never appeared in the whole of Asia, let alone in China.

There were always people who thought that those two cars had been ordered at the auto show and could be bought with money.

No no no, in fact, they were sold much earlier than the auto show.

There was no temporary purchase of such ultra-limited models. They were all pre-ordered, and even the transfer had to be reported to the car factory.

If it happened to be ordered during the car show, don't doubt it -- it was just for show.

Therefore, Wang Yan could completely understand the fact that the three godly cars were still not fast enough.

But there was no need to look for a better car.

"Let's go with either the Laferrari or the 918. I'll familiarize myself with the performance."

As soon as Wang Yan finished speaking, everyone became a little anxious.

"Car God, please don't underestimate the enemy!"

"That's right. Those bastards from Beijing might be holding something back!"

Liu Ye followed suit and advised, "Brother, you don't have to worry about my pride. The Laferrari's performance is indeed not enough..."

The young master could not help but laugh. "Do you think this competition is an F1 event? No matter how good the performance is, it's only meaningful if it can be displayed!"

The Shanghai racing track was an F1-level track, so the difficulty was actually very high.

With Wang Yan's current ability, he could not even perform to his limit while driving the 918. What was the point of pursuing a car with faster straight-line acceleration?

Even Wang Yan, who had master-level driving skills, could not do it, let alone others.

One had to know that professional drivers were not allowed to participate in this race. It was an amateur-level competition.

In a 0-400 km drag race, any rookie would dare to step on the accelerator to the bottom. Would you let him try again on the Shanghai Circuit?

A T-3 corner would send him spiraling into the sky.

Therefore, rather than pursuing better performance, it was better to pursue more precise control.

There were only five laps in the entire race. The highest allowed was the R tire, which meant that there would be no tire change in the middle. In the end, a reliable and accurate performance was the key to victory.

Wang Yan used a clear line of thought to convince everyone that the 918 was not actually a disadvantage. The 16-cylinder Bugatti was just bullsh*t.

After pondering for a while, Zhou Jianwu, who had driven the Bugatti Veyron, was the first to admit defeat.

"That seems to be the case... the Bugatti is too violent."

Xia Yu mercilessly mocked, "You can't even drive a P1 smoothly, so don't worry about the Car God, okay?"

That's right, but I don't care about my pride, okay?

Zhou Jianwu was about to flip the table when Huang Yiqing also figured it out.

"Fatty Fu is the only one in the country who has a Koenigsegg One: 1, but the car is in Germany. I don't think he would pull it back to the country just because of a match like this -- even if he pulls it back, he won't be able to go on the stage."

"The opponent is at most a Koenigsegg Agera RS. The disadvantage of driving a 918 won't be too big."

Young Master Wang smiled and turned to ask Chu Xin, "Sister Chu, can the 918 continue with the lightweight modification? If not, I'll discuss it with Sister Ye."

Chu Xin did not interrupt for a long time. The moment she opened her mouth, she gave everyone a fright.

"If you're sure you want to drive a 918, I'll buy it."

Her meaning was very obvious: change it as you wish.

"Sister Chu Is Awesome!"

The surrounding crowd applauded. They were all impressed.

Rich and capricious, good brothers!

Actually, it was enough to be called licking, but how could the mutual help between good friends be called licking? It was called love!

Wang Yan pondered for a moment and tactfully replied, "The 918's performance is indeed a little stronger than the Laferrari's. It just happens to be stuck at the limit of my ability..."

Sure, understood.

Chu Xin nodded and replied with one word: "Okay."

So handsome.

Everyone had thought that Chu Xin was rich and capricious. Li Yixu even gave her a thumbs up, full of admiration.

In Li Yixu's opinion, Wang Yan never did anything that he was not sure of. There was at least a 50% chance that he could win back the money he had spent on the new car from the outside gambling.

If Wang Yan won the race, she would have picked up a godly car for free, and he would have owed a huge favor to her.

Even if he lost, she wouldn't actually lose much, she would have simply bought a great car at a premium. The favor he owed would still be there, so why not?

There was no love without a reason in the world, but there would never be a shortage of people who dared to invest in it.

Wang Yan was worth it.

But in fact, the new idea was very simple. It was not that complicated at all.

Yesterday, she suddenly felt the heavy temperament of a father from Wang Yan. The young lady was suddenly full of confidence in her younger brother. When she recalled the experience of being scared to death in the passenger seat next to him, she stopped hesitating.

Just be reckless!

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