Chapter 440: Emotional Quotient

As Wang Yan walked out, the surrounding young masters blocking the corridor all made way for him.

Half of them looked at him with a strange expression, while the other half greeted him warmly.

"Car God", "Young Master Wang", "Brother Dog" and so on.

Brother Dog was an honorable address from Black Tiger's side. It sounded even more powerful than Young Master Wang, as if it had a mysterious strength and was the most popular greeting used.

Wang Yan, on the other hand, was quite indifferent to all these. He nodded his head at everyone and responded with a smile.

Finally, he walked out of the crowd. Zhou Jianwu could no longer suppress his excitement and said, "Brother, you've become famous in one fell swoop!"

"That's right!" Xia Yu gave him a thumbs up.

He was slightly suspicious of him bragging and bullsh*tting, but this was basically the truth.

There were over a hundred rich second-generation children crowded in the rooms and corridors. They saw Young Master Wang acting all pretentious and almost wanted to slap him. It seemed as though he was watching a movie with Zhao Zilong charging in and out.

Did he become famous?

Of course!

These people didn't recognize each other, but they all treated Wang Yan like a God. When they had all returned back and spread the word about him, who would dare to say that Wang Yan wasn't a top young master?

Don't mind how they squeezed in the corridor like sardines, as if they weren't worth mentioning. In fact, most of them weren't doing worse than Jianwu.

Each of them had a supercar, and they had amassed 200 to 300 million just from betting as if they were playing around. They were all young masters.

After gaining their recognition and admiration, Wang Yan's reputation could be considered stable.

Who would understand the convenience that a good reputation could bring?

"Let's go, let's go and eat. Tonight, book the entirety of Myst. My treat!"

"Supper and accommodation are on me!"

"Tomorrow, let's get a yacht out to sea. Let's have a big party!"

When they finally went out of the tower, there were no idle people around. The few of them could not control their emotions.

Today, Wang Yan had made a lot of money, they all drank to their heart's content.

With the remaining seven companies putting in about 278 million, the total bet on Wang Yan was 309 million, after deducting the cut from the middlemen arranging it all, every one million yuan bet made about 850,000 net.

Wang Yan made a total of 102 million, but due to some indescribable reasons, this money will become 80 million in five days, Biu appeared in the Jingyan Investment account.

I, Wang Zhengpai, will not pay a single cent less of the 20% income tax!

Black Tiger and Brother Xu earned about 30 to 40 million. It did not sound like a lot, but it was actually a lot.

Chu Xin and the others earned less, but they had earned without putting in anything. There was only one word that could describe their feelings -- happy.

When he saw the young lady's smiling eyes, Wang Yan thought of something. "Transfer the 918 to me. I'll transfer 2,000 to you later."

Chu Xin clicked her eyes. "It wasn't that expensive when I bought it..."

"The extra will be a bonus for you."

Liu Ye came over and wasn't amused. "Eh, What's the bonus?"

Xia Yu followed suit. "Brother, if we're talking about hard work, we also worked hard. Isn't it bad to discriminate?"

The young master calmly glanced over and sneered. "The receiver is beautiful. Who cares if you worked hard or not?"

"F*ck!"

With just one sentence, they were all burned. They were jumping around happily with their hands behind their backs.

"Please be a human!"

The group of men howled in an unpleasant manner. Wang Yan dug his ears and suddenly sighed.

"Sigh, I thought we were friends, so I originally planned to waive the 20% commission..."

Huh?

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly went crazy.

"Who's your friend?" Liu Ye was extremely angry, and his heart ached. "You're clearly my father!"

"Brother, Brother Wang, my closest brother!"

"F*ck, you're taking advantage of my father!"

"Stop fooling around! Hey, stop nagging. How about I change my name to Wang Jianwu?"

"If it sounds good, then go ahead!"

"Master Wang, how many girls do you think you'll need to sleep with tonight? Hey... who kicked me?"

Chu Xin had a straight face and narrowed her eyes. "I'll punish you for insulting my brother. Do you have any objections?"

Wang Yan: Don't, please go ahead and insult me!

..

Walking all the way to the parking lot and before he got into the car, Zhou Jianwu looked at the empty track and suddenly had a sense of ambition.

"Brother, today is not the right occasion. I can't give you a cheering award ceremony, but I believe that with your ability, you will be on the real championship podium sooner or later and enjoy everything that you deserve!"

"Yes, yes, you will win the GT competition!"

Everyone immediately cheered.

Wang Yan had been secretly laughing in his heart. Do you really think that I will participate in the competition myself?

Stop fooling around!

With so much money and power, it would be great if he could become a legend in the amateur team. Why would he risk his life to participate in a professional team?

It would be too hard to keep a low profile!

Today's race was a special situation. There was no publicity, no video, no interviews, and no photos. Even so, Wang Yan still kept his helmet on until he went upstairs.

He just didn't want to appear in public view.

How could he participate in the GT race in person?

Of course, the team had to be built, and there were many benefits in doing so.

As for the trouble... he could just leave it to Black Tiger and Jianwu!

Although winning a lot of money as well as the championship felt great, Wang Yan was still clear-headed -- racing wasn't enough for his career.

At the end of the game, he would at most become like Schumacher, making a lot of money and making a name for himself. That was all.

So there was no need to put too much effort into it. It was enough for him to build up a club and set up the flag.

"Today has just been a carnival. Don't think too much about it. From tomorrow onwards, come up with a plan. Let's finish setting up the club first and then think about the competition later."

Wang Yan's words were mature and serious. No one had any objections. They all got into the cars and prepared to go out.

When they left the car park, they happened to meet another convoy. Brother Xu, who was in the lead, gave way slightly and then went his own way.

Wang Yan drove the G65 and pulled Chu Xin over. He asked casually, "Who is that?"

The young lady looked at him for a while and was not sure. "It should be Young Master Tang, right? There are too many Phantoms in Shanghai. I can't recognize them without seeing the license plate."

"Young Master Tang? Tell me about it."

After all, Wang Yan had a grassroots background. He did not know enough about the upper class. He was very interested to know more about an unfamiliar name.

Chu Xin was different. Although she did not pay attention to business matters, she was familiar with the upper class.

After a series of lectures, Wang Yan's horizons were broadened.

Liu Zuo and Tang Chen, who came today, were on another level of the top rich second generation.

They did not play outside and took over their family business early on. Their reputations were not as good Wang Yin and Jiang Fu, but the resources and personal ability they controlled were superior to all of them.

Basically, it was the difference between a second-generation hedonist and a second-generation elite.

If one had to categorize them, Chu Xin and her three best friends were the atypical second-generation hedonists.

"Yo, so there were actually so many people from the upper class in today's competition?"

Wang Yan was both surprised and regretful.

It was a pity that he couldn't meet and chat with them.

It wasn't to build a relationship but to feel the difference. There must be a lot to learn from this group of people.

"There will definitely be opportunities in the future."

Chu Xin tilted her head and looked at Wang Yan. She could not help but laugh.

"You are now the most awesome young master of the younger generation. You have already made a name for yourself in many people's hearts. The oldest bunch from the 90s is only 26 years old. No one is stronger than you. What's the rush?"

Young Master Wang's face turned black. "I'm the King of babies, okay?"

"Hahahaha..."

Chuxin laughed like a big goose on the spot.

But it wasn't her fault. Wang Yan was only 20, yet she still tried to pretend to be young. She was quite shameless.

What followed was a crazy party. Many people came, spending more than 1.8 million in a night on various activities. Without Wang Yan's supervision, all of them rushed to pay the bill.

Then, the men secretly discussed that they would go out to sea the next day and not bring any girls along.

Not bringing girls along does not equate to no girls -- flight attendants, young models, art school students, there is special help for the young masters to row, enough beautiful girls.

Young Master Wang was quite curious -- really just curious, he just wanted to watch the show -- but time was running out.

After sleeping for less than three and a half hours, he got up to catch an early flight back to Star City.

There was something big, there was no way to delay it.

The final exam.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yan had already been wandering outside for two months. The first semester of his freshman year was coming to an end, and after the exam, it would be winter vacation.

In fact, his results weren't important at all, it was his mother's nagging that he couldn't stand, so he had to go back.

Moreover, after wandering outside for so long, he started to miss Princess Miaomiao. Her anger was visible to the naked eye during the recent WeChat chat, and it wasn't a good sign.

It was not even 9 o'clock when he got off the plane, and the person who came to pick him up was the ICBC's card service.

Wang Yan did not have a car in Star City, and Praime was riding under Chu Xin's butt.

It did not matter though, as more than 20 banks quickly rushed to pick him up, so it was still okay.

Considering that he did not have much time in Star City, there was really no need to buy a new car, so the young master decisively rushed to the Porsche store.

When she saw Wang Yan, Miss San Wan almost pounced on him.

"You're definitely not here to see me. Why are you here?"

"I'm just here to see you."

Young Master Wang bullsh*tted decisively. When he saw the girl's face full of joy, he added, "I'm also here to paint a car."

"I knew it!"

Wang Yan rolled his eyes. In fact, he was not very angry. "I'll make you treat me to dinner tonight!"

"I'll cook it myself!"

The young master expressed his stance solemnly. His expression was very serious, but it was a pity that the young lady wasn't stupid, so she spat it out.

"You're still young and don't learn well. You're only playing jokes!"

The young master was really wronged. "I'm not, I'm not. Don't spout nonsense!"

Alright then. Since he wasn't allowed to write down anything, it was a tacit understanding.

Flirting for twenty minutes, buying a car for two minutes, and getting a top-quality Cayenne.

Eh?

Didn't they say that there was no need to buy a new car?

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Puffed-up Wang Yan said, "A Cayenne is not a car."

While he was bragging, Wang Yan only had around three million in his pocket. Yet he forcefully spent 300 million. No one else could do it.

He drove the new car and headed straight to the fruit store.

After sweeping through three fruit stores, he picked out a batch of 90-cent quality goods. He carefully put them in the back seat and returned to school.

When he pushed open the door to his dormitory, the smell of hotpot filled his face on the spot.

"F*ck!"

"Big Brother, you're finally back!"

"Woo, Big Brother, without you, we couldn't even beat Like Jade..."

"Exactly. Without you, boss, we can't even enjoy our meals!"

Five sand sculptures surrounded an electric rice cooker. Their mouths were filled with oil as they cooked mutton. Their small lives were very happy. Obviously, they were not as miserable as they talked about.

"Get lost!"

Wang Yan pushed Like Jade and Squirrel away in disgust and jumped to the table. "Chopsticks!"

Dutch Potato handed over a pair of wooden chopsticks that he had stolen from the canteen and offered Like Jade's bowl.

"Don't, I'm afraid it might be poisonous."

The young master rejected him mercilessly. Like Jade felt lucky and blue, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Cooking hotpot in the dormitory and drinking a little beer was the greatest joy in life.

However, Wang Yan waited for a long time with his eyelids fluttering. He didn't even make a sound while he waited for water.

"What's going on?"

"Big Brother, there are six men guarding a pot. It's not an induction cooker, but an electric rice cooker. It would be weird if the water can be turned on..."

"Let's eat like this. The meat is cooked if it changes color."

Damn, this is so crude. Is this pig feed?

Young Master Wang put down his chopsticks resolutely. "No, I'm an elegant person who has an exquisite pursuit of life!"

Ten minutes later, the five sand sculptures looked at the empty meat box, his eyelids twitching.

"B*tch!"

Wang Yan held the toothpick and waved his hand indifferently.

Sichuan Boy, Dutch Potato, Squirrel, and his brother-in-law did not say a word. They lifted Like Jade up and rode on the ladder -- the dormitory capital punishment, Aruba.

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar screams, Young Master Wang was in a good mood.

"Brothers, how have you all been recently?"

The conversation was basically a meeting of grievances.

Speaking of which, it was simply too strange. It was clearly a teacher's college with more girls than boys. The other boys would not be alone at night, but these five sand sculptures could not find a partner for themselves.

Squirrel's brother-in-law could be considered to have high standards and strict requirements, so it was understandable.

The remaining four were all f*cking babboons.

"Brother, tell me, why did you do that?"

As he listened to Like Jade's sobbing, the young master suddenly felt a little guilty.

He had a clear conscience. Wang Yan knew what was going on as soon as he thought about it.

You guys hang out with me every day. Your standards are extremely high, but you don't have the corresponding looks and talent to back it up.

You're used to copying my flirtatious moves. Every time you flirt, you fail. You're like a f*cking idiot. How can you get a girl?

"Woman, you have successfully aroused my interest."

Are you f*cking qualified to say that?

Ah?

Wang Shouzhong, do you have any b*tches?

This batch of students had led him astray. It was hopeless. The young master felt deeply guilty because of this.

Hence, he waved his hand. "What's so good about a first date? Let's go to the White Swan Hotel tonight. I want to let you guys feel how it's like to to be flirted with by girls!"

Four of them began to cheer loudly, but Squirrel's brother-in-law's handsome face turned pale with fright.

Brother, it's just a joke, right?

Wang Yan was a typical person who didn't care whether he was killed or buried. After setting up the fire, he grabbed some fruits and went to look for He Miaomiao.

The call went through immediately, but Miss He pretended not to recognize him.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Oh, Your Highness, I'm Little Wang, the orchard keeper at the east end of the village! Have you eaten yet?"

With Wang Yan's skill, just using his voice to pacify her was a piece of cake.

When He Miaomiao heard those words, a dog with its tongue sticking out and wagging its tail suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, carrying a fruit gift box in its mouth.

Cough, cough!

She tried hard to hold back her laughter, trying so hard to hold back her cough. She put on a straight face and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"I do have a small matter to ask for your advice... do you think it's possible to say it in person?"

"Yes... no? I need to think about it."

She almost agreed.

You damned dog. You've been gone for two months, and you didn't even think of coming back to see me.

Now, you want me to go down to find you as soon as you open your mouth?

How embarrassing would that be!

Wang Yan knew what was going on the moment he heard it. He chuckled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness! Then I'll put the fruits in the guard room. Remember to come and get them."

"Okay!"

He Miaomiao's voice suddenly became bright and beautiful, just like the sun at noon on a spring day.

"Hey, what have you been doing these past few days? Did you have fun practicing your driving? Did you have anything interesting to share..."

Once she was in a good mood, she began to pull Wang Yan to chat non-stop.

Hang up the phone?

No!

Wang Yan finally understood her. He had managed to coax her with just a few words.

Of course, it would still take time to completely restore the relationship between them, but it wasn't as difficult as outsiders had imagined.

Sucking up to her?

How could something which was accomplished with a high emotional quotient be called sucking up?

If I was really just sucking up to her, I would have hung up the phone the moment she was coaxed!

Wang Yan was talking on the phone as he happily walked to the classroom. He didn't even bring a pen and planned to borrow it in the exam room.

My grades are like floating clouds to me. Posture is still the most important thing.

After 30 minutes, I can easily fill in the blanks and start to finish my paper.

Q: Why is the marginal income of a monopolist less than the price of his goods? Can the marginal income be negative? Explain the reason.

Actually, Wang Yan knows the standard answer, but he decided to phrase the answer differently because he was excited.

Anyway, he had already passed the test, so there was no need to copy the bullsh*t from the textbook.

A:

[ There is no absolute monopoly in the free market. There are effective substitutes for all goods, so the demand curve is not a simple straight line.

In the current market model, if an enterprise forms a monopoly, it means that no one can provide the same service or goods at a lower cost.

But at the same time, the business does not have the ability to adjust prices freely.

Because the price is near the limit, the marginal revenue at the moment is equal to the price of the goods, the problem is wrong.

Again:

The real monopoly is to bring violence into the competitive process, using the profit to cover the plunder.

All strong monopolies are formed by violence, so they are not limited to a simple demand curve.

Tobacco, for example. Although it's starting to be replaced by e-cigarettes, most smokers still stick to it due to the process of expanding production and the price of cigarettes being constant, so the marginal benefit is greater than the price of the goods.

Another classic product of strong monopolies, money, in any liquidity disaster caused by idling, the cost of acquiring money is higher than the original price.

From the above, we can see that there is no textbook standard monopoly in reality.

Standard monopoly, whether due to scarcity or violence, can always be used in various ways to ensure maximum benefit.

... ]

After writing the thesis, Wang Yan changed a piece of straw paper and continued to comb through the ideas that he had but did not want to be seen by outsiders.

Therefore, if I obtain some kind of monopoly over resources, I should --

First, artificially create a higher level of monopoly based on production.

Simple example: purified spring water.

Suppose you could produce a million bottles a year for the world's top 1,000 richest families.

Then, forcibly reduce it to 100,000 bottles for the top 100 families.

The remaining water... can be used for bathing, watering, growing rice, there's always a way to consume it.

Would the price increase by 10 times?

No, it would start from 50 times.

Second, expand the product line and develop added value.

Water for bathing, watering vegetables, and growing rice are all accounted for.

Of course, the by-products should follow the first principle and also reduce the supply circle.

The toughest reduction is to not sell it out but to only provide it to VIP guests recuperating in the manor.

At that time, what would be sold will be the overall service.

Third, invest half of the profits in self-insurance rather than scaling up the business.

I can't write about this.

Fourth, stop trying to accumulate wealth and invest in the future as much as possible.

..

Write write write, the inspiration he had turned into a real strategy.

When Wang Yan finally finished writing the development strategy outline, fully filling up a piece of paper, in regular script. It was beautiful.

The young master was satisfied and stretched his back comfortably.

Crack crack crack!

There was a "Ding" in the middle of all the cracking.

Eh?

There was an unexpected gain from this?

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