Chapter 448: Another Spring In My Career

When they got off the plane, Chu Xin, Jian Wu, Chun Xia, and Ye Jie were all waiting in the VIP parking lot.

Brother Sun didn't like to join in the fun with the children, but when he heard that Wang Yan was going to build a club, he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

"Count me in..."

Black Tiger was shocked. "You're a person who can't even be bothered to touch the steering wheel, so why are you meddling? Do you have a supercar?"

"Didn't you guys decide on the club's exhibition hall? I'll get a supercar and leave it there. Give the car keys to Little Wang."

Brother Sun's relaxed tone attracted a lot of attention.

A few young people started to whisper.

"Who's that?"

"I don't know..."

"I think I've seen him somewhere before."

"Judging from his age, he doesn't usually mingle in circles. Brother Doggie Wang has a lot of face!"

It was normal that they didn't know each other. There were too many big shots in Shanghai. Once they crossed the circle, it was basically impossible to get to know each other.

Hei Hu wasn't in a hurry to introduce them. He rolled his eyes and smiled Evilly at Sun Hongwei. "Then you should get a Maserati MC12. Use It in the club to keep an eye on the situation. We are all practical people, and we are in need of a collection-level sports car."

"MC12? Maserati, right?"

Sun Hongwei repeated it once and turned around to instruct the driver who came to pick him up. "Remember to do this when we get back."

"If you can't do it, don't say that your younger brother won't give you face!"

Black Tiger immediately beat this matter to death. He smiled like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.

Sun Hongwei glanced at him indifferently. "Don't worry. It's a matter of thirty to forty million at most. It won't be difficult for your Brother Sun."

Even Wang Yan was shocked.

Hu Zi, you really dare to scam people. Brother Sun doesn't even drive, yet you're urging him to buy such an expensive thing?

Just as he was about to persuade him, Sun Hongwei waved his hand. "It's fine. It's just a collection anyway. What's the difference between it and me collecting watches and stones? It's better to be more expensive. It'll help you keep up appearances."

It seemed that it had been decided.

After making an appointment to look at the first draft of the design in a few days, Sun Hongwei waved to everyone and turned around to leave.

Jian Wu finally closed his mouth and gave Wang Yan a thumbs up. "Awesome! Brother Doggie Wang, your face is simply too much!"

It was indeed not easy. Seeing a big brother who did not play with cars buy a supercar for Wang Yan, the shock was simply magical.

Chu Xin asked tentatively, "Damn brother, you went away for three days. Did you manage to sell something?"

Pfft!

Young Master Wang suddenly thought of Zhang Yin's bank card and almost spat out a mouthful of dog blood.

"Am I that kind of person?"

I really am not, but he insisted on giving it to me. He didn't want to hurt my feelings... Am I right?

The group of people chatted for a while and then rushed to the club headquarters.

Wang Yan sat on Chu Xin's Panamera. There were only two people left. The young lady said worriedly.

"Brother, be careful. That Brother Sun is a businessman. He is different from us. He has invested so much. There might be trouble in the future. You are still young. You can only outsmart those old foxes..."

Wang Yan's heart warmed up as he continued to ramble on.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

It was not to the extent of playing tricks. In fact, it was to invest + return.

Sun Hongwei did not drive a car but bought a supercar. It looked like he was spending a lot, but in fact, he would not lose anything.

A collection-level supercar like the MC12 was like a tortoise on the track. It was very impressive when it was put on the track.

If he really bought it, it would be the only one in the country. It would have both face and value.

The model that Black Tiger wanted was very particular. In the next twenty to thirty years, the MC12 would be worth more than the 918. It was purely handmade. There were only 50 of them in the world. The production capacity was not on the same level.

Sun Hongwei was just collecting an extra car. How could he lose money?

On the contrary, whether he could buy it or not was a difficult problem.

As they chatted along the way, the group passed through the entire Shanghai and arrived at Jiading District.

The new club was not far from the Shanghai Racing Field. It was a small four-story building with a courtyard. It occupied an area of more than 700 square meters, and the total construction area was about 2,800.

Currently, the small building was being renovated.

Jian Wu was the most excited. He pulled Wang Yan and pointed at it.

"The first floor is our club's exhibition hall. I've decided to open up both sides and install floor-to-ceiling glass. It will be renovated according to the highest standards

"When the time comes, ordinary cars such as the 911 will be parked outside, or they can be driven as they wish. There will only be ten million rare cars inside.

"Think about it, if one day, the exhibition hall is filled with ten million luxury cars, how domineering would that be?"

"The second floor is the club headquarters, plus the entertainment area."

"The third floor will be tidied up and made into a private resting area. The restaurant, red wine bar, and cigar bar will all be placed here."

"I plan to install five guest rooms on the fourth floor. Although it's not too big, it's quiet enough to only receive club members..."

The group of young sand sculptures and Jian Wu imagined the future together, full of passion.

It sounded good, but the cost..

"No cost!"

Jian Wu patted his chest. "It's my own building. I can do whatever I want with it!"

Yo, a big shot with a building!

I'm sorry!

The price of a house in Jiading district was not considered high. A commercial four-story building might cost 50 to 60 million, but this investment was really not small.

Wang Yan pondered and felt that he could not just use Jian Wu's house for nothing. He turned around and asked everyone, "How did the brothers discuss this? Are we right about this?"

Everyone was speechless. Wang Yan understood.

The entire building was taken out by Jian Wu to be used by the club for nothing -- it was the club, not someone else.

The use time was tentatively set for five years.

The renovation costs were divided among the club's founding members, excluding Jian Wu.

When facing members, each person would pay 50,000 membership fees every year, which would be used for the payment of the club's staff salaries and the maintenance of the club.

In addition, all activities in the club were free of charge.

If they wanted to hold an activity, either the sponsor would bear the funding, or the people who participated would split the funds among themselves to raise funds.

The rules of the club's income: no assets would be considered, but a supercar worth more than four million would be required, and more than half of the core members would be required to agree.

Club dissolution rules: if the vice president or above proposes, half of the core members agree.

Club objective: to meet friends by car, to exceed the limit.

President: Wang Yan.

Vice President: Jian Wu, Chu Xin.

Founding core members: Li Yixu, Hei Hu, Chun Guang, Xia Yu, Liu Ye, Xu Jiao.

Wang Yan glanced at the list. Hey, there were only three people working!

Jian Wu, Chun Guang, and Xia Yu, each in charge of a stall.

The rest were all hooligans!

Especially the chairman, who was the most hooligan of them all.

How should I put it?

As a non-profit organization, the club was built on passion and passion. There were many problems at the moment.

It was difficult for similar clubs to live for 10 or even 5 years, because people's passion was limited. At 20, they liked to race cars, and at 30, they had a different life after starting a family and starting a business.

But youth is suffering, Wang Yan did not have the intention to force a correction.

Why think so much?

Take advantage of now that everyone has passion, let loose to not lose youth.

The club always has an end, there is no friendship.

Moreover, do a good job of training the echelon, when the time is right to hand over, may not be able to continue the club.

Among them, the most important is the affiliated team.

There were regular races, sponsors, and drivers who dreamed of this. If there was revenue, there was a future.

If the team didn't die, the club wouldn't die.

One day, the young master would no longer be in need of money. If he told the sponsors to get lost, he might be able to do a lot of dirty tricks.

Develop the national supercar, the deaf-blind number one?

Bah Bah! It's the Dragon Warrior.

Build a vacuum tube to install a Maglev train?

Make a motivational car racing movie and let the main character die gloriously on his journey to find himself?

Uh, the last point isn't very good.

Brother Doggie Wang hates literary youth and likes to make people feel good.

In short, there's a lot of room for imagination and you can try it out.

So...

"Then I'll leave the club's matter to you guys. Hurry up and spread the news about the team."

(⊙) !

Jian Wu was stunned.

"Big Brother, you're already so busy, and you're still here f*cking herding sheep?"

Brother Doggie Wang said earnestly, "I want to be the spiritual leader! Think about it, a grand Car God, appearing in public every day to deal with miscellaneous matters, where's my pride? How are you going to attract powerful members? You guys have worked hard, and I'll personally invest 50 million in the team, okay?"

Did it seem to make sense?

But there seemed to be something amiss.

Jian Wu was dumbfounded.

Actually, this brother was not that easy to fool, but anyone who worshipped Wang Yan as a Car God could easily be crippled.

It was more difficult to coax friends like Brother Hu and Xu Jiao who did not drive.

"Stop bullsh*tting! How can the team and the club be the same thing? Just say it, what do you care about the club?"

"Um..."

The young master thought about it and felt that it was not the case if he did not extend his hand, so he quickly found a compromise.

"I care about your drinks. Buy the good ones and drink enough. I'll give you a budget of 20 million a year."

The club was a non-profit organization. People paid for the activities, but no one cared about the daily activities.

The food and drinks every day didn't sound like much, but it was definitely not a small amount of money.

There weren't many people, but the key was their sharp mouths. The fat otaku's happy water and beer couldn't handle it. It had to be at least on the level of nutrient fast line and craft beer... it was funny.

But no matter how good it was, a budget of 20 million was definitely a high standard. It could be considered a luxury.

Chu Xin was shocked and subconsciously advised, "As long as you have the heart, don't waste so much on such a thing..."

Eh?

Little Sister, the role you're playing now is a little subtle.

Black Tiger subconsciously looked at Chu Xin. His eyes blurred, and he felt as if he was seeing an illusion of a surnamed Ye. He quickly shook his head and pretended that there was no jealousy in his heart.

"Don't bother about him. He just earned another big wave, and now he's expanding!"

Young Master Wang raised his eyebrows and smiled, locking up his lazy behavior. "You guys are busy and tired. I'll do some logistical support work. It's my duty. It's settled then."

It was settled then. Wang Yan was unwilling to work, so no one could do anything about it.

Jian Wu thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Jiang Xin wants to join our club's preparation. What should we do? Should we give him a backbone?"

Xia Yu scratched her head. "That brother's rank is much higher than ours. It's not easy to reject him..."

"But he's hot-tempered. What if he sets a precedent for the HAC?"

Everyone's worries were not without reason. Young Master Jiang could bring a huge amount of reputation, connections, experience, and a few rarely-seen limited-edition cars, but there was a potential risk of disagreements splitting again.

After discussing for a while, the opinions of those who agreed and those who disagreed were basically on the same level. There was no way to determine the winner.

Since there was no result from their nagging, everyone could not help but look at Wang Yan. "You're the Guild leader, you make the decision!"

Oh, he was so good at throwing the pot?

Who did he learn it from?

Wang Yan ridiculed them in his heart, but he was very confident about the problem.

"Are you guys stupid?"

The young master was once again in the dark, and he curled his lips in disdain.

"Why do you have to put the matter of the backbone members on the table?"?

There were only one president and two vice presidents in the official structure. The rest of the members were all equal in name, and they were all willing to help out. In any case, there was no official salary.

"No matter who it is, if they are willing to help, they will be warmly welcomed. If they don't use the coolies, they will be struck by lightning!"

Everyone came to a sudden realization, and then, their gazes became very dangerous.

Chu Xin's sister, who was naive and naive, started to make trouble for everyone. "Alright! So we are all your coolies?"

The young master waved his hand impatiently. "Get lost! You aren't even qualified to be a coolie, so why are you joining in on the fun?"

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Amidst the loud laughter, Chu Xin pounced on Wang Yan and gave him two tight slaps.

Messy matters started to appear one by one. They were settled quickly or slowly. Building a club was far more complicated than Wang Yan had imagined.

Fortunately, the princesses and young masters also had strong connections.

Driven by passion, they were actually very efficient, making Wang Yan Feel at ease as a boss for once.

According to preliminary estimates, the club would be officially established in March and a large-scale party would be held.

"Super large!"

"A ladder that's even more awesome than Hai Tian!"

"Right, we have to let all the second-generation kids in Shanghai know just how awesome our club is!"

A few of the older middle-schoolers were shouting, so worried that Wang Yan was pressing his temples.

Brothers, our club hasn't even confirmed its name yet!

And Hai Tian.

But Wang Yan didn't open his mouth to remind everyone about the name. If they were to be stubborn about it again, it wouldn't be over until two hours later.

It was already troublesome enough now. Drivers and racing cars were difficult to deal with, and the establishment of a team would be even more difficult than the club.

June was the first domestic supercar GT race, and the registration was due in March, so the time was very tight.

"Let's contact them and try. Let's make it clear in advance that I definitely won't have time to participate in the first race."

Wang Yan's words made everyone a little discouraged.

"If you don't participate, how will we have a chance to win a medal..."

Li Yixu was actually afraid that Wang Yan would participate in the race, so he hurriedly said, "The establishment of the team shouldn't be rushed. GT is a multi-way regular race that compares the overall strength of the team. How Can Wang Yan develop healthily by himself?"

There was nothing wrong with the logic. After everyone complained for a while, they finally accepted it.

At noon, everyone had a simple meal at Haidilao and then went off to do their own things.

Miss Chu Xin looked at Wang Yan with great anticipation. "If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, do you want to go shopping with me?"

The young master looked at the construction bank branch downstairs at Haidilao. He was absent-minded, his heart itchy, his heart was in a mess, and his heart was burning.

"Something's up, something big!"

"Oh..."

The young lady was very disappointed, but she did not leave Wang Yan behind.

"Where are you going then? I'll send you."

Hiss...

It was not convenient to go directly to the brothel.

"Back to the company. Wangting Entertainment is going to move to a new house soon. It's a mess."

It only took a second for scumbag Wang to find a suitable reason, and then he sat confidently on the front passenger seat of the Paramay.

"Driver, let's go!"

The driver did not look at the leader and slightly pouted. He was not in a good mood.

Miss Chu Xin was still not used to being repeatedly rejected.

At first, Wang Yan did not realize that after the sports car sped off for a while, he realized that something was not right from the other party's abnormal silence.

"Sister Chu, What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

If she didn't say anything, Wang Yan wouldn't be able to guess anything. He was completely confused.

"Then, shall I tell you a joke?"

"No."

After rejecting her stiffly, she immediately added, "I'm a little funny and slow to react to jokes."

Oh my God, is the situation getting a little serious?

Chu Xin had always been a carefree and optimistic person. It was extremely rare for her to be so depressed.

Although it could be seen from the final supplement that she was still very concerned about Wang Yan's feelings...

What was the reason for it?

It was actually very simple. It was the insecurity and self-doubt caused by too little companionship and too much rejection during the relationship sublimation period.

From a female perspective --

I care so much about you, but you don't care so much about me. You're stupid, you have no feelings, and you don't know how to cherish your masculinity!

Then it developed into a reflection --

Am I not good enough, do I care too much about you, are we not suitable for each other?

Finally, it was a natural feeling of depression.

Of course, there were many more realistic and complicated things mixed in the new worries, and it was impossible to distinguish one from the other.

With the sudden arrival of the daughter's worries, nobody could guess anything.

So...

Wang Yin felt a little numb.

The only thing the young master could vaguely feel was the conflict caused by the mismatch of their age and interests.

At this moment, scumbag Wang thought of that bank card again and sincerely began to miss Ye Ziwen.

If all the girls were like her, how good would that be?

What exactly would that be... how not to be nagged.

Forget it, forget it. Let's think about how to coax Chu Xin first.

As a woman, she wasn't indispensable.

As a friend, Wang Yan didn't want to lose her. She was generous, loyal, and straightforward. She would pour her heart out to anyone who was good to her.

After racking her brain to think of the jokes she had seen recently, the sand sculpture Wang finally found a glimmer of inspiration from the sand sculpture's bullet comments. She was so ashamed that she felt a little excited.

"Sister Chu Xin, let me sing a song for You!"

Chu Xin was a little confused. "You can sing? Why haven't I heard you speak at the party?"

"Not everyone has the right to listen to me sing. I only sing for those who deserve it..."

Wang Yan's arrogance had actually aroused Chu Xin's interest, and she believed it without a doubt.

"Looks like you sing very well, huh? That's true. You have the airs of a big brother and a rich young master. You love to hide and pretend to be aloof."

The young master's face was dark as he tried his best to control the twitching of his lips.

Sister, please don't misunderstand. I don't like to pretend to be aloof. I have to be aloof in the KTV!

You don't know how badly I was beaten up when I sang in public last time!

But...

"Ahem, I won't sing a big song for you this time. Let's rap."

"Huh! So versatile, huh?"

Chu Xin's interest was piqued again. That little bit of emotion just now was successfully suppressed.

"Ahem, listen well. The name of the song is -- big sister, you're so beautiful!"

When the title of the song was read, Wang Yan had already started.

Her voice was no longer deliberately calm or cold. It returned to the lively and lively voice of a normal age. Then...

"Sister's legs are not legs, they are the spring waters by the Seine River.

Sister's back is the Bulgarian rose.

Sister's waist is the scimitar of the deadly Saburo.

Sister's mouth is the tears of the God of love.

Sister, sister, you are so beautiful, I am going crazy for you.

Sister, sister, you are so beautiful, I feel like I am with you..."

Lotus Fall's level was not very high, but the joke was very interesting, and Wang Yan rarely caused trouble, the effect was very good.

Halfway through the game, Chu Xin couldn't help but laugh. She was like a big goose.

When Wang Yan saw that he had made her happy, he immediately felt a little dizzy. In the end, he pursed his lips and almost made her ambitious... No, that was the original author's hooligan. It had nothing to do with me, Wang Zhengpai!

He didn't know how Chu Xin could react so quickly. She straightened her face and used the corner of her eyes to stare at him. "Sing? What do you want?"

"With you... with you..."

Wang Yan was so anxious that he was about to cry. For a moment, he really could not rhyme!

After being with him for a long time, he suddenly thought of a certain scene that they had experienced together in the past.

"I want to fly together with you in a sports car!"

As soon as he said this, the aggressive Chu Xin's face suddenly turned red. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and let the engine roar in his place.

Wang Yan was stunned.

What's going on with this inexplicable development?

Do I have any hope of understanding women in my life?

Woman: No chance, goodbye, no way!

But no matter what, Chu Xin was coaxed... probably.

In less than a minute, Paramay came the downstairs of Wangting Entertainment. The young lady chased Wang Yan down and kicked the floor oil again, quickly escaping.

According to Young Master Wang's senses, at least eight points were the result of fleeing in panic.

Crazy!

You and Ye Ziwen will definitely get along!

After complaining, Wang Yan silently glanced at the ICBC self-service shop next door and walked resolutely toward the main entrance of the building.

A minute later, the young master turned into the shop from the building's passageway and stood in front of the ATM with a solemn face.

One look... I'll take just one look!

He took a deep breath, took out his bank card, and inserted it into the card reader.

Beep! Duck King card!

The ATM seemed to be broken, and the young master heard an incorrect notification sound.

He trembled as he entered 933339. Two seconds later, the operation screen appeared on the screen.

Check the balance.

10 million, 10 million, 100 thousand, million.

There was a total of 1.4 million in the card!

What kind of figure was that?

Was there a difference in the price of the raw jade that she gave me?

The auction price was 1.25 million. was the final value assessed to 2.65 million?

It seemed to be the case.

Wang Yan was relieved. He took out the card and strolled toward the elevator.

He was very relaxed, but there was also a trace of a wonderful disappointment.

As soon as she walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the floor, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Her expression changed drastically, and she immediately began to bend her fingers.

1,2,3,4,5... 13,14!

What the heck!

It wasn't that she didn't know, but once she did the math, she was shocked. was her brother so powerful?

In three days, he had told her a total of 14 ghost stories!

So, he paid her according to the number of stories?

Wang Fugui hit his head on the metal board of the elevator, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He was a little autistic.

Intellectually, he thought that 100,000 was not a small amount. It was simply suspicion of disrupting the market.

Emotionally, he was also a little unable to accept the truth.

I might be the first tycoon in the world to accept a night fee from a great beauty.

F*ck, I feel embarrassed no matter how I think about it.

After 10 seconds of depression, 10 seconds of reflection, 10 seconds of repentance, and 30 seconds, Wang Yan kept his bank card in the depths of his wallet.

And he made the final decision --

Save it!

I really want to see how much money I can earn in this industry!

Ding!

The elevator door opened and Yu Qiuli appeared at the door. She was shocked when she saw Wang Yan.

"What are you thinking about while gritting your teeth?"

"You don't understand."

Young Master Wang waved his hand dejectedly. "I don't want to struggle anymore. I've found another spring in my career..."

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