Chapter 445: Doggie Wang Yan's New Form

The smaller the rabbit, the whiter it is. His ears pricked up.

Zhou Leng did not prick up his ears, but his eyeballs were blood red.

His eyeballs were bloodshot, his eye sockets were slightly green, his lips were dry and cracked, and his cheeks were prone to acne. One look and one could tell that his anger was particularly strong.

Due to the lack of fluid in his kidneys, it was easy for people like him to do something early.

Wang Yan glanced at Ye Ziwen and wondered in his heart, did the two of you break up because you couldn't get that thing from him?

The reason was actually not very important. What was important was that from now on, Wang Yan could be considered to have been completely hated by Zhou Leng.

However, the young master did not cower and instead teased her.

"Yo, Sister Ye, your gift this time is a little too heavy..."

As he peeled off his serious and serious skin, the upright Wang Yan immediately turned into a joker. He made a little joke and had a bit of a ruffian's aura, but his gentlemanly demeanor was even more seductive than before.

There were always dogs that couldn't understand his charm. Being humble and being too serious are two major taboos when trying to flirt.

Being serious was equal to being boring, uninteresting, and lacking in excitement. The scariest first exchange is being as bland as water, and bad emotions were better than no emotions.

In fact, no man who was good at flirting would be humble at the beginning. Basically, they all messed up, and then slowly became humble.

So, how could one not be humble?

It was very simple, let's do it!

Wang Yan had only slightly opened the gap when Ye Ziwen could not hold it in any longer

She simply hugged Wang Yan's arm tightly and did not let go. She smiled and teased, "It's not heavy, it's not heavy. Be good, don't move... just two more times!"

Wang Yan pretended to dodge and conveniently held her waist, controlling her and not letting her move.

Sure enough, he didn't get to kiss her, so the hug became even firmer.

"F*ck!"

No one knew who Young Master Wang was trying to provoke, but it all blown up anyway.

Ye Ziwen was happily hanging on Wang Yan, while Zhou Leng's temples were jumping, and Brother Hu hurriedly raised two middle fingers.

A pair of lovers!

I, Wang Yan the Doggie, don't care so much about society, and just casually glanced at Zhou Leng.

Do you want to play high and mighty with me?

I'm even higher and mightier than you!

How does it feel to provoke someone for a moment, girlfriend XXX?

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As expected, Zhou Leng completely exploded.

The next stone, the devilish brat still hadn't given up even after the bet reached 1.35 million yuan. He forced Young Master Wang to give up.

On top of that, accidents could easily happen. There was no need for that.

Wang Yan could not possibly spend so much money on an unknown raw stone. Wouldn't it be nice to save up for a room?

However, Zhou Leng had a reason not to give up.

First, he wanted to completely trample Wang Yan in front of Ye Ziwen.

Regardless of whether Ye Ziwen would change her mind because of this -- the possibility was not high, and the devilish brat knew it clearly in his heart -- still, he could not lose face.

Now that he only had this little bit of face left, what would he do if he lost it all?

If he lost again, he wouldn't even be able to write the word 'miserable' down.

The performance of this batch of raw stones was also better than he had imagined, so he might not actually lose anything in the end.

The size of the Blue Jade just now was too small, so it was worth only about less than three million.

If it was one size bigger, it would be enough to take out two bracelets. Then the leftover materials in the middle would be worth three million, and it wouldn't be a problem for the two bracelets to be sold for six million in total.

As long as one of the six raw stones was cut to that level, it wouldn't be a loss. On the contrary, they could even earn a bit.

Zhou Leng didn't want to earn money, but he dared to make daring bids.

However, this devilish brat didn't realize that these two reasons were actually activated by Wang Yan on his own initiative.

If you didn't feel pain shoveling in 3 to 4 million, then will it hurt to put in more than 10 million?

Even Wang Yan felt heartache for him.

The next eight raw stones were all sold for an average price of 1.4 million or more. The highest price reached 1.6 million.

Zhou Leng realized that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to gamble on it. He could only be paranoid about it.

What if he let go a little and let Wang Yan steal another one?

That kid is so cunning.

Was that f*cking kid playing with me?

Seeing that there were only three raw stones left, this devilish brat became more and more worried about his gains and losses. His bid was gradually becoming less and less decisive.

The young master secretly smiled: it's about time.

Before the final moment arrived, he raised his head and glanced at Huang Jiajun -- Brother Jie was looking at the stones with his head lowered and was very focused.

He then glanced at Ye Ziwen -- who was happily watching the show.

Black Tiger... had long seen enough of the show and was already full of anger. He was arguing with Sun Hongwei about something.

No one wanted to pull Zhou Leng along.

Actually, it was not that they were cold-hearted by nature. They had seen too much and were used to it.

There were always people who were confused between the circle of the second generation of the rich, the second generation of the officials, and the second generation of the nobility. In fact, there was actually a huge difference.

The circle of the second generation of the officials was friendly with each other. On the surface, they were amiable, but they kept a low profile and barely developed relationships in general.

The circle of the second generation of the nobility was a group of people who did not want to make friends with useless people. They did not participate in unnecessary gatherings. When they were busy, they might not even have the time to get a partner.

The circle of the second generation of the rich only had one word: drinking. If they were not satisfied, they would fight it out.

The third and fourth generations of the rich still paid attention to their own actions. The top second generation really did not coddle each other.

First of all, neither could do anything to the other through parental connections alone.

Your family engaged in real estate, my family engaged in mining, we are not involved with each other's businesses, so what if I offend you?

When their businesses are so big, there is no point in playing tricks.

Second, on the level of parents who do not need each other.

Do I need you to help me with anything?

I do not need help with small matters, much less big ones.

Finally, between the rich second generation, things will never escalate to the level of messing with each other's businesses.

The rich kids are working hard to take over. They don't have time to mess around.

The rich kids are out there, eating, playing, and getting jealous. Not many parents care about their kids.

There are exceptions, of course, but there are too few.

So the style of the rich kids is always very wild.

I don't eat you. Why should I spoil you?

My dad is worth 50 billion less than your dad. So what? Do you dare to touch me? At the very most, we would only mutually insult each other!

So the outside world can rarely see the top second generation interacting on Weibo, and the sub-accounts are also not mutual.

It's not that I don't know them, but I'm too lazy to put on a show for them.

In fact, there are countless people who have had conflicts in private.

That is to say, the atmosphere in China is still conservative, no matter how big the conflicts are, they will not show up on the surface. Just look at Facebook and you'll know that those foreign rich second generation kids always diss each other like crazy, which is not the case in China.

In essence though, it was the same in China.

It was extremely common for the second-generation heirs of the top-tier rich to quarrel with each other at the slightest disagreement. It was much more common than the conflicts between classmates and colleagues.

Ordinary people who had to support their families were not qualified to be willful. They had to endure it even if they were angry.

Why should the second-generation heirs endure?

Of course, if it was not necessary, the rich second-generation heirs would not come together.

There was no room for two male tigers on a mountain.

If there was a conflict, they would usually only exchange a few words with each other. However, when there were no outsiders around, they would curse at each other. Basically, there would not be an actual fight.

Therefore, Huang Jiajun and Ye Ziwen were not worried at all.

As long as they could not fight, it would not be a problem for them to exchange a few words or spend some money to fight for some wealth.

Huang Jiajun was even very happy to see Zhou Leng suffer a loss at Wang Yan's hands. This guy was wearing slippers and big underpants. His small eyes blinked, and he immediately stopped speaking after a sentence was thrown back. His thoughts were deep.

If someone helped him, then Zhou Leng could still be saved.

However, he did not receive any help, so he was about to be crippled by Young Master Wang.

"There are still three pieces left. You can take them with 4.5 million. I admit defeat today."

Wang Yan casually pushed the last three raw stones in front of Zhou Leng. The devilish brat instead quivered, and he began to mutter in his heart.

He did not feel anything when he was bidding one piece at a time, but now that he heard the combined price of three pieces, why did he feel like these rocks cost so much?

The three stones weighed less than five kilograms combined, which means around 900,000 yuan a kilogram. What would he have to offer to recoup his losses?

Moreover, though Wang Yan had given up so much, he did not fight to the death for a single stone. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was trapped in a pit.

Zhou Leng was hesitating when Wang Yan suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You don't want these?"

"Don't talk rubbish. If you want them, just name your price!"

Zhou Leng gritted his teeth and berated Wang Yan, trying his best to maintain his imposing manner.

"Heh."

Young Master Wang laughed lightly. With a tone of disdain and ridicule, he casually picked up another piece.

"60,000."

Zhou Leng almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This was the f*cking beginning again?

Are you crazy?

"Brother Car God, is it fun for you to play with me like this? Can you save your little tricks for another time?"

Zhou Leng could not help but spit his thoughts out.

"Which village are you from? Aren't you afraid of losing face if word gets out that you are a peasant laborer?"

Wang Yan didn't get angry at all. Instead, he smiled lightly.

"I've earned two kisses from a beautiful girl here, the money I lost today is worth it."

I'm so pissed!

Son of a bitch, you took advantage of my ex-girlfriend!

If not for the fear of Wu Gang, Zhou Leng really wanted to flip the table.

Ye Ziwen was afraid that she wouldn't die of anger, so she shyly bumped into Wang Yan. "Where are the two kisses? You haven't earned the remaining one..."

F*ck!

Damn, where are you gonna hit me?

Where's the pincer?

Come on, pinch her to death!

Zhou Leng was so angry that his lips turned purple. Wang Yan was afraid that he would make the devilish Brat's brain bleed from anger, so he did not dare to tease Ye Ziwen anymore.

He only smiled meaningfully at Zhou Leng. "Young Master Zhou, if I were you, I would definitely go and dissect the stone right now to see who is destined to be..."

Wang Yan said it casually, but Zhou Leng's heart suddenly sank.

What did he mean?

Could it be... that you could really see the material inside the raw stone?

Zhou Leng took deep breaths repeatedly, trying his best to suppress the panic and fear in his heart.

No, it was impossible!

"You're just a f*cking newbie, who are you trying to scare?"

Due to his intense emotions, the devilish brat even directly cursed.

Ye Ziwen was unhappy, and with a straight face, she wanted to fight for justice.

Bullying my little puppy?

Do you believe that I'll put it on you? There's no relationship between the two of us now, I can sleep with whoever I want!

Just as she was about to speak, Wang Yan lightly scratched her waist with the tip of his finger, and she instantly fell to the ground.

"Brother Zhou, are you going to follow or not? If not, hurry up and open two raw stones to confirm how bad your luck is!"

"F*ck! 100,000!"

Zhou Leng really could not understand Wang Yan's thoughts, but he did not dare to bid too aggressively, so he could only bite on Wang Yan's tail.

Young Master Wang, on the other hand, had a bored expression on his face. He increased the bid by 10,000 each time, grinding with Zhou Leng all the way to 1.5 million yuan.

"Alright, take it."

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Pushing the raw stone forward, Wang Yan laughed lightly.

F*ck!

When he took the raw stone, Zhou Leng's fingers were shaking.

Was it expensive?

Expensive.

Could he afford it?

Yes.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was wrong.

Logically speaking, there weren't many people who could withstand the torture from Wang Yan.

That kind of play that didn't follow logic and didn't make sense at all. It was too much of a test of willpower.

It looked like Wang Yan was playing a trick on him.

In fact, it was indeed a trick.

However, Wang Yan's chance of winning was 100%!

Up until now, he had only won one piece of material and opened a piece of high-ice blue jade... how could Zhou Leng dare to let it anything go from then on?

However, following that, he immediately followed up with a nine win-streak, winning to the point that Zhou Leng himself did not dare to believe it.

Was this a f*cking trap?

Zhou Leng could no longer control the Roar in his heart. The further he went, the more flustered he became.

However, he still persisted.

'There are only two raw stones left. Hold on. It does not matter if I win or lose on these, I can't leave a single one for that son of a b*tch!'

The second to last piece was another tug of war.

After grinding to a total of 1.65 million, Zhou Leng had actually wanted to give up several times before he finally won.

The moment he won, the devilish brat heaved a sigh of relief in his heart and felt a wave of relief come over him.

'There's only one piece left! 1.8 million, 2 million, no matter how much it is, I have to take it. Victory will ultimately be mine!'

When Wang Yan suggested that the three pieces be packed together, Zhou Chongshan really wavered.

During the bidding process, he had to bear a huge psychological pressure.

However, when he really persevered, his vision suddenly became clear. All the burdens turned into the joy of victory. There was even a feeling of being baptized and his soul being cleansed.

As for what he could offer... that was not important!

Zhou Leng had already realized that he would definitely lose out. For a total price of more than 15 million, he had to offer at least one kilogram of high-ice material to guarantee a profit for himself.

Was that possible?

The starting price of 50,000 to 80,000 for these raw stones. That was of course, impossible!

If he could offer half a kilogram of high-grade ice and earn back 8 million, it would already be worth it.

However, as long as he did not let Wang Yan get what he wanted, he would not mind suffering a f*cking loss!

In the future, if anyone in the circle dared to brag about the car god, he would step on their sh*t with a single step!

"Are you guys talking about that Wang Yan?"

"Hehe, I've met him before."

"He bought raw jade from an elder, and the two of us got into a fight."

"A total of 13 pieces. I took 12 pieces and left one piece for that kid. You should know my character, and I never go overboard when doing things."

"It didn't cost much, less than 20 million. It's a piece of cake!"

"That kid is a country bumpkin, and he has a petty air about him. He's not as strong as you guys think. He kept calling me Brother Zhou, and I didn't even have the face to slap him..."

Let's see, once his mask has been peeled off, won't it be beautiful?

I'll ask you if it's beautiful then!

Zhou Leng felt like he was flying with joy just thinking about it. What could be more satisfying than stepping on the most outstanding rookie in the circle?

It didn't exist, unless... the one lying on the ground was Ye Ziwen?

Just thinking about it made Zhou Leng extremely excited. He rubbed his hands together and took the initiative to look at the last raw stone.

He had to admit that Zhou Leng's condition was a little scary after he was injected with the adrenaline.

Wang Yan felt like he was about to break the sky just by looking at the other party's determined face.

It's not easy.

To be honest, I wasn't planning to kill him. Aren't you making things difficult for me?

Wang Yan sighed sincerely and picked up the last raw jade. It was second only to Gao Binglan's beauty. It was the young master's second goal.

Then...

He gently pushed it to Huang Jiajun.

Then...

He smiled amiably at Zhou Leng.

"Brother Zhou, if we continue to fight, it will really hurt the harmony we have here. Let's end it here. Young Master Huang, are you interested in taking this last piece of material and becoming a middleman for the both of us?"

Zhou Leng was stunned.

You're not playing by the rules, son of a b*tch! I've wasted my time!

Huang Jiajun was stunned.

Car God, if this goes down, Old Zhou will hate me to death!

Ye Ziwen was stunned.

I don't understand... Little Puppy, is it that you don't love me anymore? Why didn't you give me the material?

Black Tiger was deep in thought and gave him a sinister sneer.

Based on my understanding of Gouzi, there must be a trick in this matter!

Although he was stunned, Huang Jiajun could not refuse.

"Sure, Car God, I'll keep it and try my face. Brother Shan, we're all brothers. Young Master Wang has already taken a step back, let's stop here, ah!"

Zhou Leng thought about it and felt that it was possible.

In any case, Wang Yan did not get it. In the end, he would still be the one to win. Furthermore, he would save at least 1.5 million. It would not be a loss!

Hence, he smiled coldly and nodded. "Sure, Xiao Jun, if you ask, I'll definitely give you face..."

Then, he turned to look at Wang Yan. He sized him up and exhaled softly. "Tch!"

Tsk, his expression was filled with disdain!

Wang Yan just smiled without batting an eyelid. His aura was steady, as if he was possessed by Master Han.

Huang Jiajun immediately communicated with Wu Gang, "Uncle Wu, how about naming a starting price?"

Wu Gang stared deeply at Young Master Wang and casually raised the five fingers on his right hand, "Just give me 500,000."

(⊙⊙) !

The moment the price was announced, everyone realized that something was wrong.

The original stones were all priced at 50,000 to 80,000 yuan. It showed the difference in quality in this piece compared to those before.

Huang Jiajun was delighted and quickly replied, "Okay, okay. Thank you, Uncle Wu!"

Zhou Leng was stunned and a chill ran down his spine.

Wang Yan was still making sarcastic remarks lightly, "Looks like your luck is not bad, Young Master Huang. Do you want to cut it open now so that we can enjoy the happiness together?"

Huang Jiajun really did not want to cut the stone in front of Zhou Leng, but the original stone was given to him by Wang Yan, so he could not refuse Wang Yan's suggestion.

After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then cut it!"

Ye Ziwen seemed to have sensed something, or perhaps it was in her nature that she suddenly urged Zhou Leng.

"You bought so many stones and planned to bring them home to worship? Now that you've caused enough trouble, cut them all, and let's see what you've bought!"

Her voice was still as coquettish as ever, but her tone was extremely forceful.

This young lady has laid her cards on the table. I'm not going to act anymore. In the past, I was the Queen!

Zhou Leng did not even think about it. "If you want to cut them, then let's cut them!"

Until now, the devilish brat still did not believe that Wang Yan had the ability to see into the stones.

Newbies gambling on stones were all gambling on their luck, and there was no exception.

11 versus 1, let's fight it out!

Everyone collectively changed the venue and moved to the stone-cutting room. Brother Sun, who did not like to watch the excitement, followed them.

When they reached the small hall, Zhou Leng slammed a pile of raw stones on the table. "Open mine first!"

"Okay!"

The master rubbed his hands together and started cutting.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces...

One green, two white, three purple, and black...

As the stones came out cut one by one, Zhou Leng's expression gradually changed.

The first four pieces of materials, two pieces of tofu, one piece of bean green, and one piece of oil green, added up to just more than 20,000 yuan.

The fifth piece of low-ice yellow jade finally came out. Zhou Chongshan's expression had just improved when the sixth and seventh pieces of jade collapsed in his face again.

The eighth piece of jade came out again. It was a glutinous yang green material.

And then... the rest were all trash.

Sun Hongwei was definitely on Wang Yan's side. He went up and stabbed Zhou Leng's heart. "A total of more than 1.5 million yuan worth of material came out. The quality of Wu Gang's raw stone is really not bad!"

Wu Gang nodded proudly. "Of course. I, Wu Gang, have never cheated my friends!"

Wang Yan finally understood what it meant to add the word "Looks" before the word "Gang"-- it meant that he was referring to himself as "My younger brother.".

Zhou Leng really wanted to slap him in the face. Stinky younger brother, I spent more than 15 million yuan and only earned back one-tenth of it. Yet you still dare to brag about it?

However, the devilish brat was already mentally prepared for the loss. He forcefully summoned his will: hold it in, hold it in!

As long as Wang Yan didn't earn anything, he wouldn't lose anything!

Indeed, Wang Yan definitely wouldn't be able to earn anything. That last piece of material was given to someone.

Huang Jiajun was the last to cut. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breaths.

Wang Yan was very nervous.

He didn't pick those two pieces of material to earn money, but to test the effect of the "Aesthetic Divine Eye". It was said that the more shameless the skill's name was, the more it would be blessed with mysterious strength.

No, I can't make it up anymore!

Anyway, that was what it meant.

While everyone was looking forward to the cutting, a window was opened, revealing colorful colors inside.

"What the heck, Fu, Lu, Shou?"

Black Tiger exclaimed, making Zhou Leng's vision go black.

In theory, if Wang Yan didn't earn anything, I wouldn't lose anything, but... why does my heart hurt so much?

No one understood Zhou Leng's sadness, so everyone continued to stab upwards.

"Just this window alone is worth at least a million."

"Xiao Jun, do you want to continue cutting? It depends on the performance, the probability of its value continuing to rise is very high!"

"What the heck! What kind of stupid luck is this?"

"What do you mean by luck? It's clearly us who have sharp eyes!"

Ye Ziwen did not know where her pride came from, but she raised her head like a little hen.

Huang Jiajun reacted and cupped his hands to express his gratitude. "Aiyo! Thank you, Young Master Wang, you're actually giving me money!"

Wang Yan heaved a sigh of relief. He could finally proudly say those imposing words --

"I, Guanyan, have never cheated my friends!"

Pfft!

The last stab from his younger brother Yan finally caused Zhou Leng to completely collapse.

I, Guanyan, f*ck you!

Zhou Leng, who had been blinded by anger, was really prepared to flip the table.

But the devilish brat did not realize one thing.

If he had flipped out earlier and provoked him with a little more, it would have been a three-on-three situation. Even if he could not win, at least he would not lose.

What about now?

In the end, the people would be very clear with what was right and wrong. No one would feel sorry for him if he was beaten.

Whose fault was it?

Er... it was mainly because Wang Yan was too slutty. Even if the devilish brat used all of his crappy skills to try to sabotage him, he would not be able to beat him.

After righteous Wang, Best Actor Wang, fighting Wang, and godfather Wang, the new form that Wang Yan had developed in society -- Yin Bi Wang, was officially online!

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