God of Life

After Wang Yan got into the car, he didn't bother to study the Audi A8 modified by the wide-faced rapper, and immediately opened his phone to log in to Weibo.

"What are the keywords?"

"Wait for me to think about it...it seems like tearing down the door of a 911 car with bare hands, right?"

According to a search, many results with videos popped up.

"Da Wang, you were on the hot search list last night, and the highest ranking seems to have reached more than 10. You are so angry!" Wu Fanlin was extremely envious.

For careers that need exposure or people who like to show off, being on Weibo’s hot search is a very worthwhile celebration. Don’t you see how many artists can’t buy the top 10 with money, once they reach the top, it must be negative news.

But for Wang Yan, it was basically all bad and no good, which went against his low-key intention.

In case of being recognized by a high school classmate, there will be no big troubles, but there must be a lot of small troubles.

So when he clicked into the video, he was a little apprehensive.

It wasn't until I read five articles in a row that I finally felt relieved.

Fortunately, only panoramic video.

The location of the car accident was at that remote corner, which belonged to the outer corner of the car park, and the viewing area was on the opposite side, so the closest photographers were all 60 meters away.

Even the most advanced 5x digital zoom can only capture a blurry figure.

Afterwards, Chen Yuhang led a large group of buddies to make trouble. They almost got into a fight, and then rushed into the office building to make a fuss. No one paid any attention to Wang Yan.

Ma Dan, a false alarm!

Wang Yan let out a sigh of relief, turned off the software, and asked with great interest, "How many people will be there today?"

"Two tables, twenty-two or three?" Wu Fanlin wasn't quite sure.

Hearing this answer, Mr. Wang was dissatisfied.

"Why so few? Yesterday you went with at least 50 people, right?"

"Da Wang, what are you doing?!" Wu Fanlin's eyes widened.

"Then you can invite everyone? You think Diaoyutai State Guesthouse is a food stall? With a big wave of your hand: Boss, book the place! Swing the whip and kidneys and come with 500 strings each! Then a group of people will fill up the whole room?"

Okay, it doesn't seem very realistic...

But the question is, what standard is 20 people?

Wu Fanlin has been there twice, and explained: "The state guest house orders meals in advance and charges per seat. The specific dishes to be served depend on how Xu Zi confirmed with the hotel... I estimate that the standard should not be lower than 3,000 yuan. Seats, not counting drinks."

3,000 for one person, 60,000 for 20 people, and a bottle of Moutai per capita, which is about 100,000?

Wang Yan was quite satisfied with the price. When it was 40 times the price, he would get 400, which was already equivalent to a lottery jackpot.

If everything goes well, they can think about how to buy lottery tickets when they arrive in Star City, and start to use money to improve their lives at home.

Or pay off all the loans first, which is fine.

Talking and laughing, the two soon came to the Diaoyutai Gate. Before entering the gate, they had to confirm with the inside by phone, and then check their ID cards.

After parking the car, you have to go through security checks when you go inside. Cigarettes and lighters are not allowed to be brought in.

Diaoyutai Hotel does not have a star rating, but in a sense, it is the number one hotel in China. When the high-end five-star hotels are all working on decoration, design, and service, Diaoyutai remains unmoved.

You are all brothers...

It's summer, and the garden is lush and lush, with centuries-old welcoming pines and cypresses everywhere, small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, pavilions, traditional Chinese gardens and modern buildings complement each other, showing the grandeur of the majestic China everywhere.

Knowing that this was Wang Yan's first visit, Wu Fanlin deliberately led him around a bit.

Walk half a circle.

"Over there is Building No. 18, the famous reception building for foreign heads of state. There are two presidential suites, one in the middle and the other in the west. You can't even pay for it."

"That's Danruo Garden, Building No. 15, with the most beautiful scenery!"

"Going all the way down that road is the club, swimming, buffet, sauna and so on."

"The opposite is Fangfei Garden, the first choice for large-scale conferences and banquets. Last year, I had a little girl. I got married and held a wedding banquet in Fangfei Garden. That row of noodles... tsk tsk!"

As soon as Wu Fanlin's words came out, the arrogance of the State Guesthouse suddenly fell from the clouds.

Since the requirements for foreign reception are not high, there is nothing to be afraid of, except that the presidents in the two heads of state buildings cannot be caught, and the rest of the services are nothing more than money.

For Wang Yan, the matter of money was tantamount to nothing.

After a stroll, he turned to building No. 8 and was led to the living room by the waiter. Wang Yan finally saw today's master.

Huang Xu's contusion didn't seem very serious, but there was a thin circle of gauze wrapped around his right hand, and he was bragging with a group of cronies, and he was in high spirits.

Seeing Wang Yan, first young master Huang's eyes flashed with complexity, and then he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Da Wang is here? Come here, let me introduce you to some good buddies!"

What followed was a burst of polite greetings.

Wang Yan was not used to this, especially the unique greeting style of the locals in the imperial capital, which was not friendly to outsiders, making it difficult to catch up.

So Wang Yan listened more and talked less, always smiling and observing silently.

There were a total of thirteen men and eight girls on the field.

After getting acquainted with most of the people, Wang Yan found that Huang Xu's circle of friends was not high-style - at least the group of club riders invited today was not high-style.

Everyone was basically talking about the car, about yesterday's car accident, and chatting with Huang Xu in their arms. Only a few of them had equal attitudes, so it can be judged that most people's family backgrounds are not as good as Huang Xu's.

But how poor you want to say, there is no such thing.

Except for a few girls who were brought here to open their eyes, the rest of them all drove at least 500,000 yuan in cars, and either had business or real estate. It could be said that anyone who picked one out was richer than Wang Yan.

However, Huang Xu valued Wang Yan so much, how dare others not be enthusiastic?

Coupled with bonus points such as a tall and straight figure, outstanding temperament, and fierce strength, Wang Yan became very popular.

"Master Wang, did you see the video? It was really amazing yesterday!"

"Da Wang, I must show you some face later, and I would like to toast you with a glass of wine!"

"Big Wang Yanfu is not shallow, I saw it yesterday, when you withdraw, take away the three beauties!"

One of the two names was worse than the other, but Wang Yan couldn't say anything yet.

Given his age, he would normally be called "Xiaowang", "Xiaoyan", or "Wang'er". Changing his name to "Da" is already a sign of respect.

What's more shameless is called "Wang Ye".

Anyway, it's impossible to call him "Brother Wang". It's not suitable for people in their twenties and thirties everywhere.

Wang Yan dealt with it for a while, and suddenly a Bai Fumei came over to cling to him: "Wang Yan, can you add a WeChat? My car door seems to be short of lubricating oil, and it's very tight. If you have time, can you help me look?"

What are you looking at? !

Pure Wang was terrified, always feeling as if he was being insulted.

The key is that the girl is not good-looking, and she can score up to 80 points, which is the class flower level of elementary school.

"My appearance fee is very high." Wang Yan joked casually and declined.

As a result, the girl puffed her chest out, and asked delicately, "Thirty?"

36...Ah bah bah!

It's not something in the thirties at all!

I can't afford to provoke, I'm cowardly!

Just as he was about to slip away, Huang Xu smiled and pulled a buddy over to introduce him.

Sword-browed, star-eyed, handsome, and familiar.

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat.