God of Life

When Wang Yan walked out, the onlookers who were blocking the corridor all made way for him.

Half of the people looked at them with strange eyes, while the other half greeted them enthusiastically.

"Car god", "Wang Shao", "dog brother" and so on.

Brother Gou is a name from Heihu, and it sounds even more powerful than Wang Shao, as if he has a mysterious power, the most popular.

Wang Yan was quite indifferent. He nodded and responded with a smile when he shouted.

Finally walking out of the crowd, Zhou Jianwu couldn't hold back his excitement any longer, and wrote a text: "Brother, become famous in one fell swoop!"

"Appropriate!" Xia Yu gave a thumbs up.

A little bragging, beeping, and shitting, but it's basically the truth.

The rooms and corridors were crowded with hundreds of wealthy second generations, everywhere in the world. Watching Wang Dashao pretend to beep all the way, Zhao Zilong's fight in and out, just like watching a movie.

Are you famous?

For sure!

These people don't know each other well, but they all regard Wang Yan as a god, and they pass it on when they go back. Who dares to say that my dog ​​brother is not a top young man?

Don't look at them crowded in the corridor like salted fish cans, as if they are not worth mentioning, most of them are not worse than Jianwu.

All of them have supercars, and like a joke, they pooled two to three hundred million bets, and they are all big and small.

With their approval and admiration, Wang Yan's reputation was considered stable.

Who knows the convenience that a good reputation can bring.

"Let's go for a walk, let's go to eat, tonight Myst has a private room, I treat you!"

"Supper and accommodation are mine!"

"Get a yacht out to sea tomorrow, let's have a big party!"

Going out of the tower, there are no idlers around, and the brothers can't control their emotions anymore.

Today, Wang Yan made a lot of money, and they drank the soup to fill up.

The remaining 7 bets totaled about 278 million, and the total bet on Wang Yan was 309 million. After deducting the commission, the net profit for every 1 million bets was about 850,000.

Wang Yan earned back a total of 102 million oceans. Due to some indescribable reasons, the money would become 80 million in 5 days, and biu suddenly appeared in Jinyan's investment account.

I, Wang Zhengzheng, will pay no less for the 20% windfall income tax!

Heihu and Brother Xu probably earned 30 to 40 million yuan, which may not sound like much, but it is actually quite a lot.

Chuxin and the others earn less, but what they picked up for nothing is only two words—happy.

Seeing the way the young lady rolled her eyes with a smile, Wang Yan remembered one more thing: "Transfer 918 to me, and I will transfer 2000 to you later."

Chuxin clicked his eyes: "It wasn't that expensive when I bought it..."

"More is a bonus."

Liu Ye leaned over, not amused: "Hey, what about the award?"

Xia Yu followed suit to die: "Brother, if you say it's hard work, we've worked hard too, isn't it good to favor one over another?!"

The young master glanced over calmly, and sneered: "Prize the beautiful ones. Who cares if you suffer or not?"

"Depend on!"

In a word, it was all blown up, and Chu Xin happily jumped up and down with his little hands behind his back.

"Please be human!"

When a group of old men howled, it was so ugly, Wang Yan scratched his ears and sighed suddenly.

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

Ok? !

Everyone looked at each other, and suddenly went crazy.

"Who is your friend?!" Liu Ye was extremely angry and heartbroken, "You are clearly my father!"

"Brother, Brother Wang, dear brother!"

"Fuck, you take advantage of my dad!"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble! Hey, you are talking too much, does it sound good if I change my name to Wang Jianwu?"

"Good to hear you horse!"

"Master Wang, how many girls do you think we need to sleep with tonight? Ouch... Who kicked me?"

Chu Xin put on a straight face and squinted his eyes: "I will punish you for insulting him on my brother's behalf, do you have any objections?"

Wang Yan: Don't, just insult me!

...

It went all the way to the parking lot, before getting in the car,

Looking at the vacant track, Zhou Jianwu suddenly felt a burst of ambition.

"Brother, the occasion is wrong today, and I failed to give you an award ceremony that everyone cheers for, but I believe that with your strength, sooner or later you will be on the podium of the real champion and enjoy everything you deserve!"

"Yes, the GT race won!"

Everyone cheered immediately.

Wang Yan kept snickering in his heart: Do you really think I will compete?

Don't make trouble!

Rich and powerful, it would be nice to be a legend in the amateur group, why bother with the professional ones?

It's too late to be low-key!

Today's match was a special case. There was no publicity, no video recording, no interviews, and no photos. Even so, Wang Yan still wore helmets throughout the game and didn't take them off until he went upstairs.

Just don't want to appear in the public eye.

How could it be possible to participate in the GT race in person?

Of course, the fleet needs to be built, and there are many benefits.

As for the trouble... leave it to Brother Jianwu and the others!

Although it was fun to win money and win the championship, Wang Yan didn't drift away and was still very clear-car racing was not enough to become a career.

Playing to the top is Schumacher's kind, making a lot of money and being famous, that's all.

So there is no need to be too concerned, it is enough to build a club and set up a banner.

"Just carnival today, don't think about anything else. Starting tomorrow, we will come up with a charter. Let's get the club in order first, and then think about participating in the competition later."

Wang Yan's words were mature and prudent, and everyone had no objections, so they got into the car one after another, ready to go for a ride.

When they left the park, they happened to meet a convoy. Brother Xu, who was at the head, gave way a little, and then went their separate ways.

Wang Yan drove Chuxin in the G65, and asked casually, "Then who is it?"

The young lady recognized it for a while, but was not sure: "It should be Mr. Tang, right? There are too many phantoms in the magic city, and I can't recognize the license plate if I can't see it."

"Master Tang? Tell me."

After all, Wang Yan came from a grassroots background and didn't know enough about the upper class, so he was very interested in hearing a strange name.

Chuxin is different. Although he doesn't pay attention to business matters, he is familiar with the top circles enough.

Baba Baba gave Wang Yan an eye-opener.

Liu Zuo, Tang Chen, who came today are all at another level of the top second generation.

He doesn't play much outside, and took over the family business early. His own reputation is far less than that of Wang Yin and Jiang Fu, but the resources and personal abilities he has mastered can beat a lot of children.

Roughly speaking, it is the difference between the second-generation dude and the second-generation elite.

If I insist on categorizing them, Chu Xin and her three girlfriends are atypical second-generation dudes.

"Hey, today's game actually exploded so many great masters?"

Wang Yan was both surprised and regretful.

It's a pity that I couldn't meet and chat with them.

It's not for the purpose of building relationships, but to feel the gap. 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 to look at Wang Yan, and couldn't help laughing.

"You are the youngest Young Master Wang of the younger generation, and you have already become famous in many people's hearts. The oldest 26-year-old in the 90s generation, no one is better than you, so why worry!"

Young Master Wang's face darkened: "I'm the queen of Dandan, okay?"

"Box box box box..."

Chuxin laughed like a big goose on the spot.

But don't blame her, it's quite shameless for Wang Yan to pretend to be tender at only 20...

What followed was a crazy meal. Many people came and spent more than 1.8 million yuan in various activities in one night.

Then the men secretly discussed going out to sea tomorrow without taking the girls.

No girls ≠ no girls, flight attendants, young models, art school students, there are special helpers to draw and pull for the big and the young, and the beauties are enough.

First Young Master Wang was quite curious—really just curious, and wanted to see the excitement—but he didn't have time.

After sleeping for less than 3 and a half hours, I woke up to catch an early flight back to Star City.

There is an important matter that cannot be delayed.

final exam.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Yan had been wandering outside for two months, the first semester of freshman year was coming to an end, and after the exams, it was winter vacation.

In fact, grades are not important, but my mother's nagging can't be offended, so I have to go back.

Moreover, after drifting outside for so long, I still miss Princess Miaomiao. Her anger can be seen with the naked eye during chatting on WeChat recently, which is not a good sign.

It was less than 9 o'clock when I got off the plane, and the person who came to pick me up was the ICBC card service.

Now, Wang Yan didn't have a car in Xingcheng, and Parame was riding under Chuxin's butt.

However, when a cloud-piercing arrow was shot, 20 or so banks rushed to pick it up, so it was okay.

Considering that they spent too little time in Xingcheng, there was really no need to buy a new car, so the young and old decided to rush to the Porsche 4S shop.

Seeing Wang Yan, Miss Wang Yan almost jumped on him.

"It's definitely not here to see me, why are you here?"

"I just came to see you."

First Young Master Wang resolutely babbled nonsense, and seeing the little girl's face full of joy, he added: "By the way, brush a car."

"I knew it!"

Wang Yan rolled his eyes, but he wasn't very angry: "I'll punish you for inviting me to dinner tonight!"

"I cook myself!"

The youngest made a solemn statement, with a very serious expression on his face, but it's a pity that the young lady is not stupid, so she poohed it out.

"If you don't learn well at a young age, you're just playing hooligans!"

The young and the young are really wronged: "I didn't, I wasn't, don't talk nonsense!"

All right, I won't let you write anyway, so I'm tacit.

Twenty minutes of flirting, two minutes of buying a car, and a top-of-the-line Cayenne.

Huh?

Say yes, there is no need to buy a new car?

Swelling Wang: "A Cayenne also deserves a taxi?!"

When he was bragging, Wang Yan only had about 3 million in his trouser pockets, and if he spent 300 million abruptly, there was no one else.

Get in your new car and head straight to the fruit shop.

After sweeping three fruit shops, I picked out a batch of high-quality goods with a score of about 90, carefully put them on the back seat, and went back to school.

As soon as I opened the door to the dormitory, there was a smell of hot pot, which made my face smeared on the spot.

"Fuck!"

"Brother, you are finally back!"

"Wuuuuu, big brother, without you, we can't even beat Ruyu..."

"It's not a big deal. If you're not here, boss, we don't enjoy our meals!"

Five sand sculptures surrounded a rice cooker, where the mutton was boiled until their mouths were full of oil. The little life was beautiful, obviously not as miserable as it was told.

"Get out!"

Wang Yan pushed Ruyu and Squirrel away in disgust, and rushed to the table in two steps: "Here are the chopsticks!"

Snow Peas presented a pair of wooden chopsticks stolen from the cafeteria, and also contributed Ruyu's bowl.

"Don't, I'm afraid it's poisonous."

The young man ruthlessly refused, and Ruyu was thankful and thin, with the corners of her mouth twitching.

Cooking hot pot in the dormitory and drinking some small beer is simply the greatest joy in life.

But Wang Yan waited for a long time with his eyelids open, waiting for the water without gurgling.

"What's going on?"

"Brother, six elders are guarding a pot. Why is it not an induction cooker, but a rice cooker? It's no wonder that the water can boil..."

"Just eat it like this, the meat is cooked when it changes color."

Halo, this roughness, pig food?

First Young Master Wang resolutely put down his chopsticks: "No, I'm an elegant person with a refined pursuit of life!"

Ten minutes later, Wu Shadiao looked at the empty meat box with his eyelids bulging.

"Bitch!"

Wang Yan hung the toothpick and waved calmly: "Ba Zhi."

Chuanwa, Douer, Squirrel, and brother-in-law, without saying a word, lifted Ruyu up and rode on the ladder—the death penalty in the dormitory, Aruba.

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar screams, the young master felt relieved.

"Brothers, how are you doing?"

The chat time is basically a complaint meeting.

It's crazy to say it, it's obviously a normal school, there are fewer wolves and more meat, and other boys are always busy at night, but Wushadiao just can't find a partner.

Brother-in-law Song Chen has high standards and strict requirements, which is understandable.

The remaining four are all fucking baboons.

"Brother, tell me, why?!"

Hearing Ruyu's cry, the young master suddenly felt a little guilty.

With a clear bladder, Wang Yan knew what was going on as soon as he thought about it.

You guys, you hang out with me every day, your vision is too high, but you don't have the corresponding handsomeness and talent...

It's natural to learn from me to play tricks, and every time you show it, it's crooked. It's like being so heartless, can you have a girl?

"Woman, you successfully aroused my interest."

What the hell are you worthy of saying?

ah? !

Wang Shouzhong, do you have a B number?

This year's students were misleading and hopeless, and the young and old felt deeply guilty for this.

So, with a big wave of his hand: "What's so good about being in a relationship? Come to the White Swan Hotel at night, I want you to learn how to be teased by girls!"

The four sand sculptures began to cheer, and the handsome face of the brother-in-law turned pale with fright.

Brother, you have defeated us, okay? !

Wang Yan is a typical man who kills but doesn't care about burying. After setting the fire, he picks up some fruit and goes looking for He Miaomiao.

The mobile phone was connected as soon as it was called, but Miss He pretended not to know her.

"Hello? Which one?"

"Wow, Your Royal Highness, I am Xiao Wang who guards the orchard at the east end of the village! Have you eaten yet?"

With Wang Yan's skill, it was easy to convey emotions with voice.

As soon as He Miaomiao heard those words, a dog with tongue sticking out and tail wagging, carrying a fruit gift box in its leg...

Cough, cough!

Suppressing a smile and coughing, she put on an airs and asked calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's a little thing I need to ask for instructions... Look, can I talk to you face to face?"

"Okay... no? I need to think about it again."

She almost blurted out her promise, but was stopped by Aojiao.

You are a dead dog, you have been away for two months, and you didn't even think about coming back to see me on your own initiative.

Now, as soon as you open your mouth, I will go down?

How shameless I am!

Wang Yan knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, and he smiled: "His Royal Highness, thank you! Then I will put the fruit in the guard room, and you remember to pick it up."

"it is good!"

He Miaomiao's voice suddenly became brighter, like the sun at noon in spring.

"Hey, what have you been up to these days? Is it fun to train? Is there anything interesting..."

When she was in a good mood, she began to chat with Wang Yan again.

Hang up the phone?

No!

Wang Yan had figured her out thoroughly, and he could coax her well within a few words.

Of course, it will still take time to fully restore the previous relationship, but it is not as difficult as outsiders imagine.

Lick the dog?

High EQ routines, can that be called licking?

Really licking the dog can't understand the first sentence!

In society, my dog ​​brother was talking on the phone while walking happily to the classroom, without a pen, and planned to borrow it in the examination room.

Grades are like floating clouds to me, but posture is the most important thing.

In 30 minutes, you can easily choose to fill in the blanks and start writing the paper.

Question: Why is the monopoly's marginal revenue less than the price of its good? Can marginal revenue become negative? explain the reason.

In fact, Wang Yan knew the standard answer, but out of curiosity, he decided to play it freely.

Anyway, the score is enough to pass, why bother to copy the bullshit in the textbook.

answer:

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

Under the current market model, when a certain company forms a monopoly, it means that no one can provide the same service or product at a lower cost.

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

Because the price is close to the limit, the marginal revenue at this moment is equal to the price of the item, and the problem is wrong.

again:

A true monopoly brings violence into the competitive process and disguises plunder with profit.

All strong monopolies are formed by violence and, therefore, are not limited to simple demand curves.

For example, although there are e-cigarettes as an alternative to tobacco, most smokers cannot switch to alternatives in the process of expanding production and keeping cigarette prices, so the marginal benefit is greater than the price of the item.

Another example is another classic product of strong monopoly, currency. In any liquidity disaster caused by idling, the cost of obtaining currency is higher than the original price.

From the above judgments, we can know that the standard monopoly in textbooks does not exist in reality.

Instead of standard monopoly, whether it is due to scarcity or violence, it can always use various means to ensure the maximum benefit.

...]

After finishing the dissertation, Wang Yan changed a piece of straw paper and continued to sort out the thoughts that he didn't want to be seen by outsiders.

So if I get some kind of monopoly resource, I should—

First, artificially create higher levels of monopoly based on output.

Simple example: purifying spring water.

Assume that 1 million bottles can be produced every year for the use of the world's top 1,000 wealthy families.

Then, forcibly reduce it to 100,000 bottles, and only supply the top 100 rich families.

The rest... bathing, watering vegetables, growing rice, there is always a way to consume it.

10 times the price?

NONONO, starting from 50 times.

Second, expand product lines and develop added value.

Bathing, watering vegetables, and growing rice all count.

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

The strongest reduction is that it is not for sale, but only for VIPs recuperating in the manor.

At that time, what is sold is the overall service.

Third, invest half of the profits in self-insurance instead of expanding the scale.

I can't write one, just a little bit.

Fourth, don't be obsessed with accumulating wealth, and invest in the future as much as possible.

...

Kacha Kacha wrote, turning inspiration into practical strategies. In the second half hour of the exam, Young Master Wang was so busy that he could call it a fulfillment.

When Wang Yan finally wrote the entire development strategy outline, a sheet of paper was filled with neat regular script, as beautiful as an inscription on an inscription.

Satisfied, the elder and younger stretched comfortably.

Crack bang bang!

There was a "ding" in the middle.

Huh?

Have a windfall? !

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