When Wang Yan walked out, the onlookers blocked the corridor made way for the young men to make way.

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

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

The name Dog Brother was heard from the Black Tiger. He sounded more powerful than Wang Shao. He seemed to have a mysterious power and was the most popular.

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

Finally, after walking out of the crowd, Zhou Jianwu couldn't suppress his excitement and snatched a message: "Brother, I will become famous in one fell swoop!"

"Apt!" Xia Yu gave a thumbs up.

It's a bit of a bragging and bullshit, but it's basically the truth.

There were a hundred rich second generations in the room and corridor, all over the world. I watched Young Master Wang pretend to be slap in the face, and Zhao Zilong rushed in and out again, just like watching a movie.

Didn't you become famous?

Sure!

These people don’t recognize each other, but they all regard Wang Yan as a god. When they go back, they pass it on. Who dares to say that my Dog Brother is not a top young man?

Although they squeezed into the corridor like canned salted fish, they seemed to be worth mentioning, most of them were not worse than Jianwu.

Everyone has supercars, and they make up 200 million to 300 million bets like a joke, and they are all the young masters who pick it up.

After gaining their recognition and praise, Wang Yan's reputation is stable.

Whoever knows the convenience that a good reputation can bring.

"Let's have a walk, go for dinner, myst will book a room tonight, I'll treat you!"

"My late-night snack accommodation is counted as mine!"

"Let's get a yacht out to sea tomorrow, let's start a big party!"

When I went out of the tower, there were no idle people around me, so my brothers couldn't control their emotions.

Today, Wang Yan made a lot of money, and they all drank the soup.

The remaining seven companies have a total bet of about 278 million yuan, and the total bet of Wang Yan is 309 million yuan. After deducting the pumping, the net profit of about 850,000 yuan per 1 million bets.

Wang Yan earned a total of 102 million yuan. Due to some undescribable reasons, the money will become 80 million in 5 days. Biu's account suddenly appeared on Jinyan Investment.

I, Wang Zhengpai, will not pay less than a 20% accident income tax!

Heihu and Brother Xu earned about 30 to 40 million yuan, which doesn’t sound much, but it actually makes a lot of it.

Chuxin and the others made less money, but they only got it for nothing, just two words - happiness.

Seeing the young lady's eyes curled up, Wang Yan remembered another thing: "Transfer to me 918, and turn it back to you 2000."

Chuxin Kabababa eyes: "I bought it not that expensive..."

“The more you count as a bonus.”

Liu Ye came over, it was not funny: "Hey, what's the reward?"

Xia Yu followed suit and said, "Brother, we have to work hard, too. It's not good to be favored by one and the other?"

The eldest young master glanced calmly and sneered: "Preferred to be beautiful. Who cares about your hardships?"

"Depend on!"

In one sentence, it was all exploded, and Chu Xin jumped happily with his little hands on his back.

"Please be a person!"

A group of men howled so badly. Wang Yan slashed his ears and suddenly sighed.

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

Um?!

Everyone looked at each other for a few moments, and suddenly went crazy.

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

"Brother Wang, brother Wang, brother!"

"Damn it, you can take advantage of my dad!"

"Don't make a fuss! Hey, you guys, is it nice to change my name to Wang Jianwu?"

"It sounds nice!"

"Master Wang, how many girls do you need to sleep with me tonight? Oh...who kicked me?"

Chu Xin had a stern face and squinted eyes: "I'll punish you for your insult to him on behalf of my brother, do you have any objections?"

Wang Yan: Don’t, just insult me!

...

It was a mess until the parking lot. Before getting on the bus, Zhou Jianwu looked at the empty track and suddenly ambition appeared.

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

"Yes, GT competition won the championship!"

Everyone cheered immediately.

Wang Yan kept giggling in his heart: Do you really think I will participate in the competition?

Don't make trouble!

It’s great to have money and power, and it’s great to have a legend in the amateur group. Why bother with your profession?

It’s too late to be low-key!

Today's competition is a special situation. We do not promote, record, interview or take photos. Even so, Wang Yan still wore a helmet in the audience until he went upstairs.

I just don't want to appear in the public eye.

How could I participate in the GT event in person?

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

As for the trouble... I'll throw it to Brother Jianwu Hu and the others!

Although it’s great to win money and win the championship, Wang Yan is still very clear--racing, racing is not enough to become a career.

The one who plays to the top is Schumacher, making a lot of money and making a name for himself, that's all.

So there is no need to be too concerned, build a club and hold the flag, it is enough.

"I will only have a carnival today, don't think about anything else. Starting tomorrow, we will make a total of the rules. Let's start the club and then consider participating in the competition."

Wang Yan's words were sophisticated and polite. No one had any objections. They got on the bus and prepared to go to the roam.

When I left the park, I happened to encounter a convoy. Brother Xu, who was the leader, gave in a little, and then went his separate ways.

Wang Yan drove the g65 and pulled Chu Xin and asked casually: "Who is that?"

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 see the license plate and I can't recognize it."

"Young Master Tang Er? Tell me."

Wang Yan is a grassroots person who doesn’t know enough about the upper class and is very interested in hearing a strange name.

It’s different for the first time. Although I don’t pay attention to business matters, I’m influenced by the eyes and are familiar with the top circles.

A popular science kicked Wang Yan’s eyes wide open.

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

He doesn't play outside and takes over the family business early. He is far less famous than Wang Yin and Jiang Fu, but his resources and personal abilities are all awesome.

Generally speaking, it is the difference between the second generation of playboys and the second generation of elites.

If you insist on classifying it, Chu Xin and her three best friends are atypical second-generation playboys.

"Oh, how come so many great gods were blown up today's game?"

Wang Yan was both surprised and regretful.

Unfortunately, I couldn't meet them and talk to them.

It’s not to build a relationship, but to feel the gap. There must be a lot of things worth learning from in this group of people.

"There will definitely be a chance in the future."

Chu Xin tilted his head and looked at Wang Yan, unable to help laughing.

"You are the most awesome young man Wang, now, and he has already been listed in the hearts of many people. The 90s generation's 26-year-old is the oldest, no one is better than you, why bother to worry!"

Mr. Wang's face turned dark: "Is it okay if I am Dandan?"

"Boxboxes and boxes..."

Chu Xin laughed like a big goose on the spot.

But it’s not her fault. Wang Yan is really shameless when he is only 20 years old...
To be continued...