Chapter 242: Who Has the Guts to Marry You

The next day, Wang Yan got up early to exercise as usual and came back at eight to see patients.

Nothing happened with Luo Huiling last night, just chatting. It was Wang Yan's first close contact with her since he appeared, and it could be considered that he had further intersection with other women besides Fang Zhanbo.

Luo Huiling said a lot and drank a lot. Perhaps it was the most peaceful day in these years. With the growth of the power of the Ding brothers, they were definitely walking on thin ice. Today, with Wang Yan's superhuman martial power and courage, Luo Huiling, who knew the Ding brothers well, knew they were safe.

Wang Yan also asked why she didn't go to Wei Jiacheng and others. The answer was as expected—too embarrassed, no deep friendship, etc., couldn't reach them.

Wang Yan didn't agree with this statement, but Luo Huiling's level was low and she couldn't see it clearly, so it made sense. And Wei Jiacheng, Guo Yingzhong, and He Xin were indeed awesome, they were tycoons. If they went to the door rashly, it was hard to say whether they could meet them. If Wang Yan hadn't asked, maybe Luo Huiling would have forgotten.

It was just that in 1973, the battle between Fang Jinxin and Chen Wanxian really helped those three. Hong Kong and Kowloon all knew the influence of that battle.

When not successful, no one had any face. But when successful, face was valued more than anyone else. If Luo Huiling really took the Fang family siblings to find them, those three would definitely not refuse and would definitely get help and care, which would definitely be much better than now.

After all, compared to the little money spent helping the Fang family, it was insignificant compared to the good reputation of being loyal and knowing how to repay kindness in Hong Kong and Kowloon.

And Wang Yan didn't believe that these three didn't know about the encounter of Fang Jinxin's children. Even if they were in the clouds before and didn't have the heart to pay attention to those things, later when the Fang family sued Ding Xie, the big scene was so loud, how could they not know? It could be seen that these three weren't much either.

Because it was a workday, relatively speaking, there were fewer people coming to see a doctor. But that was relatively speaking. After all, after such a long time, the first batch of patients in the public housing had been cured. For serious illnesses discovered late, and not willing to spend money to go to the hospital, Wang Yan studied the condition when he had nothing to do. Minor illnesses, or lesions, were basically handled.

It was also the spread of reputation, so despite the workday, there were quite a few people coming. It was just that most of those who came to him were difficult and complicated cases, and the average age was also on the older side. Basically, they were serious illnesses that couldn't be cured or couldn't afford to be cured. Otherwise, they were just counting on Dr. Wang to be cheap, or coming to try their luck to see if it could be cured.

There were new ones and follow-up visits, and it was busy.

Outside, the gangsters who were always night owls went out early. According to the pre-allocated, they went door-to-door to collect management fees.

No matter when, there were always people who wanted to challenge the rules. Although Long Teng was a territory beaten down hard, there were always many people who couldn't see the situation clearly and didn't know their own weight. As early as when they were notified a few days ago, some people colluded with some merchants and wanted not to pay.

Some people, facing the coercion of others, agreed at the time, but when Long Teng came to the door, they paid happily. There were also those who really didn't see the coffin and didn't shed tears, saying nothing and giving nothing, with an attitude of "what can you do to me." They relied on the common interests with other merchants, and the law didn't punish the masses, firmly believing that as long as they worked together, a group of little gangsters couldn't do anything.

It was mainly because Long Teng hadn't disturbed the people until now. On the contrary, they cracked down on petty theft and other law-breaking, giving these people a misconception that Long Teng didn't dare to go too far. But Long Teng was a gangster group after all. Although they were reasonable, they were reasonable according to Wang Yan.

So just like in Infernal Affairs, the subordinates collecting fees didn't say anything, just counted the list of merchants who didn't pay. After everything was done, they used traditional gangster skills to slowly handle and manipulate them, playing them to death.

Ruan Mei had a job, working as a primary school teacher in a nearby school. Because it was close, and there was an old lady at home with no one to take care of, plus she had to count the two meals of lunch and dinner promised to Wang Yan, she went home to cook at noon.

Wang Yan sent away the last patient of the day, and Ruan Mei's lunch was also ready.

"I saw a lot of gangsters on the street on the way back, is it your subordinates collecting protection fees?"

Knocking on the bowl, Wang Yan said: "Correct it, it's management fees. We are protecting the interests of merchants, helping to clean up garbage, maintain public order, and protect the environment. It's signed in black and white."

Ruan Mei looked disdainful: "It sounds so good. I heard you and Xu Guanwen talking that day. The company hasn't been registered yet, and the contracts signed are not legal."

Wang Yan licked his face and took it for granted: "I'm a gangster, it's not legal in the first place. If it's not legal, what can you do to me? And once the company is registered, isn't it legal?"

Ruan Mei stiffened her neck: "What can I do? If you don't listen, you'll be arrested and eat jail food sooner or later."

"Then we'll talk about it when the time comes."

"Damn it, hum..." Ruan Mei was angry and buried her head in eating.

Wang Yan smiled and didn't care: "How much is your salary for teaching?"

"More than five thousand!"

"Too little. How about when my company opens, come and work for me?" Wang Yan said: "I'll give you ten thousand for your salary?"

"Ten thousand?" Ruan Mei opened her eyes wide and looked at Wang Yan, pondering: "Forget it, what if you are arrested and eat jail food and implicate me?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "It's said that if you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you follow the dog. There's also singing husband and following wife. If that day really comes, do you think you won't be implicated if you don't work at my company?"

Ruan Mei stared at Wang Yan with big eyes, and then her face flushed instantly, and she directly greeted him with a series of old punches: "Nonsense, who wants to marry you, this punk. I'd rather marry a beggar or a vagrant than marry you, stop dreaming."

Letting her perform turtle punches on him, Wang Yan smiled and picked up a piece of vegetable: "Do you know who I am? 'Brother Yan' of Long Teng. Look, you tell me, who has the guts to marry you?"

"I'd rather not marry for a lifetime than make it cheap for you." After hitting for a while, seeing Wang Yan smiling and eating vegetables without paying attention to her, Ruan Mei hummed angrily and gave a hard one: "Annoying you to death..."

Damn it, the muscles all over his body were so thick, she had been hitting for so long, and he hadn't moved at all. Ruan Mei rubbed her small fist and ate hatefully.

Wang Yan said: "Eat quickly, I'll take you for a ride in a while and send you to school."

"Don't want you to send me."

"I just changed cars, a Mercedes, a million-dollar luxury car, really don't want to try?"

"Isn't it still grabbed?" Ruan Mei curled her lips: "Don't want to, if people see it, they'll talk nonsense."

"Okay, that's settled." Wang Yan nodded indifferently: "I'll see who talks nonsense about you. Also, it's not grabbing, it's that the big brother has money and sponsored me because he saw I was shabby."

"Hey, I said no need."

Wang Yan had a face that wanted to be beaten: "Hey, I said that's settled."

Ruan Mei glared at Wang Yan, Wang Yan looked at Ruan Mei, and finally Ruan Mei blushed and gave up, because she really couldn't stand the cute self reflected in those deep eyes.

After eating and washing the bowls, Ruan Mei, who couldn't resist Wang Yan, half-pushed and half-sat in the passenger seat of the Mercedes, going for a ride...

As for being sent to school and talked about, that was certain. No matter how powerful Wang Yan was, he couldn't stop the mouths of the public. It was just that they didn't dare to speak on the surface, and as long as Ruan Mei didn't hear it, it was fine. In fact, Ruan Mei's stingy appearance also had a lot of gossip, so a little more didn't matter. If Ruan Mei was broken by the talk, it would be just right to go to the company to work.

In the following period, Wang Yan's daily routine was climbing mountains for morning exercise, seeing patients, teasing Ruan Mei, and training subordinates.

Management fees were collected in full in less than ten days. Correspondingly, eight shops went bankrupt, and the bosses ran away to other districts to do business. After finishing this, the subordinates went out to collect usury.

The machines purchased by the factory were also transported over. The clothing design found before also produced finished products under Wang Yan's guidance, started production, and were wholesaled and sold by those shop owners in Ma'anshan.

However, although it was wholesale, the price was not low. Compared with genuine shoes and clothes, although there was a big difference, it was still higher than other miscellaneous brands. The shop owners wanted to say no, but they couldn't...

Thanks to the good quality and low price, and the variety and novelty of styles, as time fermented, the reputation was also spread. And with Long Teng's street-cleaning action in front, anyone who came once or twice could feel the gap between here and other places, so gradually more people came to shop.

Although they weren't rich people, where there were people, there was consumption, and where there was consumption, everyone made money. Including the entertainment venues under Long Teng that were later renovated, there were new customers coming to patronize.

The most important thing was that the subordinates wearing suits, ties, and Long Teng badges strolled around in groups of three or five when they had nothing to do. If there was a problem, they could solve it. Trust had to be cultivated mutually. In broad daylight and under the eyes of everyone, seeing with their own eyes the Long Teng subordinates breaking the leg of the person who caused trouble, people finally felt the Long Teng's words were true.

Although there were many criticisms about Long Teng's approach, the indescribable sense of security was indeed felt.

Wang Yan didn't forget the matter promised to Mu Hualiang. His venue was so explosive, how could there be a lack of some bottom-level powder boys. Wang Yan didn't set a ban in his territory. After all, Hong Kong wasn't big or small. If he didn't unify it completely, he couldn't drive them away. So he just didn't sell it himself and didn't let his subordinates touch it, but he didn't care if someone sold it in his territory. Instead, he slowly investigated the source and finally handed over the people selling in his venue and the lines he found to Mu Hualiang, which was considered fishing.

As for the Zhongqing Society that was slapped in the face, one-third of the people Wang Yan caught could finally be linked to them. Mu Hualiang couldn't say he was like a mad dog, anyway, he was very desperate and had been chasing behind. He knew Wang Yan slapped the Zhongqing Society in the face. After all, Hong Kong and Kowloon had figures in the world, and if they didn't know, they would be too derelict. In order to avoid retaliation, he even sent his family to live in Ma'anshan. He was a ruthless person.

Of course, it wasn't to say that it was safe in Ma'anshan. After all, if they really wanted to kill, no matter how powerful Long Teng was, they couldn't stop it. But now Wang Yan was in the limelight, as long as Ding Xiaocheng was afraid of the rat and didn't dare to move, it was fine. It was better than living in other places and being easily manipulated.

Ding Xiaocheng was still a reasonable person. Although he was slapped in the face and planned retaliation, he really didn't dare to move now. It was really that Wang Yan's personal martial power was too high, and he basically only operated in his own territory, which could be considered deep and simple. Wang Yan's words were clear and understandable: if you can't kill me with one blow, you will die as a whole family. And Ding Xiaocheng didn't have this confidence, so he didn't dare to act.

Don't look at what kind of mob boss acts decisively and ruthlessly, and is also first-class in showing off—that's because he wasn't threatened himself. Like Wang Yan, once Ding Xiaocheng weighed, calculated, and thought about what would happen after failure, it was impossible to take action without a sure kill in a short time. And for a long time, it would be good if Wang Yan didn't fix them to death. If it weren't for his subordinates being too few and his accumulation being too thin, in the final analysis, he was short of money. If he killed the Ding brothers and made wedding clothes for others, the four of them, including Ding Xie in Taiwan, none of them would live for three days, and still assassinate him?

Although in this environment, you don't necessarily have to be very good at fighting to mix, but if you can't fight, you definitely can't stand firm. So after stabilizing the situation and having some money in hand, Wang Yan set up a gym for Long Teng Security, which could be considered a training ground for gangsters, practicing physical fitness, grappling, stick strikes, etc. daily. Correspondingly, he purchased a lot of security stab-proof clothing, police batons, etc.

Wang Yan didn't fall behind in the health supplement company, and recruited some people to hand-rub a batch of Body-Strengthening Pills. Now it could only be like this, because he didn't have the money to build a factory and set up a production line, so he could only manufacture by hand. However, compared with those produced on the assembly line, it was indeed much cheaper, but the efficacy was still much worse than the pills.

In the last world, by the time it reached 2019, following the price increase, a bottle of finished medicine was only more than three thousand yuan, while the price of the pills was more than ten thousand yuan. Of course, this was the premium of the efficacy. In terms of true cost, products of the same cycle only differed by a few thousand yuan.

Still the same sentence, Wang Yan had basically given up on the secret medicine, not counting on any results. Of course, the money that should be spent must be spent. Research, after all, is hitting luck on the basis of certain theoretical support. What if it hits one day?

After getting the first batch of goods, Wang Yan turned into a lecturer, personally giving classes to some subordinates or relatives recommended by subordinates who were unemployed at home and wanted to do serious business, teaching the way of sales.

He had previously been a department head in the Chinese department and had taught for many years; last time he was even a professor at a medical school and had taught classes there too. All in all, he had taught for fifty years, and the teacher skill was almost at LV5.

And unlike teaching students, the people listening to the class here were all gangsters, and the one lecturing was their big brother. Who dared not listen carefully? That would really be itchy skin.

Most importantly, he was talking about rules. Originally, they were a bunch of gangsters with hot tempers. What if they didn't talk well with customers and beat them up? It would affect the image of "Body-Strengthening Pills." As for other things like shamelessness and speech, they were secondary. After all, before following Wang Yan, they were all punks on the street. Still have face? Still embarrassed?

Speech was even easier to talk about. A unified set of words was memorized, and that was it. If they bought, sell; if they didn't buy, no need to force. If one person asked and didn't buy, two people asked and didn't buy, then ten, twenty people asked and still didn't buy? Even if individuals didn't buy, it didn't matter. There were always curious ones who bought to try. As time went on and there was an effect, it was inevitable to communicate. This was also an exclusive business, and the market would open up bit by bit. The key was the question of when it would explode.

Wang Yan estimated that this time shouldn't be too long. After all, how big is the market in Hong Kong? Even if the number of his subordinates didn't increase, he would have asked everywhere in a year or two, let alone he still wanted to continue to expand and recruit people.

It was also for this reason that Wang Yan took people to fly to the country halfway to solve the problem of the Chinese medicine base.

In this era, the spring breeze of reform had just blown across the land of Shenzhou, and local governments were quite keen on attracting investment. Wang Yan was a Hong Kong businessman, and he had quite a lot of face wherever he went. Local leaders accompanied him all the way, drinking one meal after another. What they ate was even more special. It was uncertain where they ate which meal, and there were one or two dishes that were protected animals.

He had experience in the last world, and Wang Yan knew where the medicinal materials were supplied. So this time the goal was clear. He walked around the country and cooperated with local governments, signing medicinal material contracting contracts for next year.

Wang Yan didn't do other industries. He just set up a real estate company in the country first. Real estate at this time was fun. There was no such thing as bidding. He just followed the government's planning. After taking a piece of land, he turned around and borrowed loans from the bank with the government's endorsement. He basically used an empty glove to catch a white wolf. Of course, it was simple to say, but there were operations in the process. It was mainly because it had just started, there were not many foreign investments, and a player like him who was nothing was also a sweet pastry. The government hadn't been cheated yet...

Of course, Wang Yan wasn't a liar. He was purely red-hearted. Increasing employment positions, driving regional development, increasing per capita consumption capacity, and boosting the positive development of the local economy—he, Wang Mou, was duty-bound.

As for Luo Huiling and the Fang family sisters, Wang Yan's intersection with them increased day by day, and they basically became familiar. And Wang Yan, an old hand in the flower bush, keenly discovered the unnaturalness in the eyes of Luo Huiling and Fang Ting when they looked at him...

And Fang Zhanbo, after being frightened that day and decadent for a while, finally had his fate trajectory, meeting the crazy Ye Tian just like in the original drama. That was the master of Fang Zhanbo in the drama, who once followed Fang Jinxin to manipulate the market against Chen Wanxian, a player who called himself "Stock God." That old kid, according to the novel, was a golden finger, a grandfather.

What this old kid said was still very high-level: "If a person wants to succeed, he must find his own world. Only in his own world can he exert his potential and talent to the highest realm." "Have you found your world?"...

In fact, when watching the drama before, Wang Yan had reflected on where his world was. But unfortunately, he didn't have his own world. If he had to say one, then his world might be "gentle village," which was for the word "comfortable."

Counting the various kinds since being favored by the system's living father, the main reason why he, Wang Mou, went from a mortal to dominating several worlds today, being a big boss every time, and being a big brother every time, was two points.

One was the limitation of the era, the advantage of foresight, which allowed him to lay out in advance, accumulate wealth, control resources, and do what he wanted to do.

Second was because of the favor of the system's living father, which greatly lengthened his life, giving him time to learn some things he was interested in, broaden his cognition, enrich his soul, and improve his realm. And on this basis, it made him do better in the first point.

But when it came to what he liked most, maybe there was one before, but walking to today, there was nothing, and there wouldn't be any in the future. He didn't know what he was chasing, didn't know what his mission was, and didn't know where he was going.

So his pattern came up, no longer thinking about being stable and dashing in the real world, but using more than a hundred years to study secret medicine, using more than a hundred years to study artificial intelligence... To put it bigger, it was for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, standing at the peak and struggling unremittingly. To put it smaller, it was just for having something to do.

He disdained to do ordinary things; if he wanted to do it, he would do it big. Although there was only one or two months of real time each time, he didn't know what year it would be before he reached his major events in reality, and wrote it with a big brush...

Returning to the book, Fang Zhanbo found his world: stocks. And then following Ye Tian's instructions, he went to the Chinese Association to be a waiter, serving tea and water for people, just to do enough for five years to get a brokerage license and dominate the stock market. Of course, dominating was what Fang Zhanbo dreamed of...

Wang Yan had finished a pile of things here, and after waiting for the patients to get better, he returned to the public housing to see patients again. It was already more than two months later, in December.

This day was Saturday. Ruan Mei diligently cooked lunch, and Wang Yan also sat at the dining table after seeing the last patient.

"Home food is still delicious. I was in the country for this month, drinking every day, and didn't eat properly. I was starved thin." Wang Yan picked up a piece of vegetable, with an exaggerated satisfaction: "I don't know if anyone missed me."

"The ghost misses you." Ruan Mei rolled her eyes and said angrily: "You weren't at home, I don't know how relaxed my grandmother and I were. We didn't have to cook so much food every day, didn't have to wash so many plates, and saved a lot of money. Also, my ears were clean, my mood was better, and I didn't know how happy I was every day."

"Oh? Is that so?" Wang Yan turned his head and frowned at the old lady: "Grandmother, during the time I was away, did you and A-Mei eat leftovers again?"

The old lady looked at Ruan Mei who was blinking on the side, and said with a smile: "A-Yan, I'm an old woman, and A-Mei is a woman. How can we finish cooking so much? It's inevitable to eat leftovers occasionally. Rest assured, we didn't eat randomly like before. If you didn't say it, I would have beaten her."

She saw it clearly. During the month Wang Yan was away, her granddaughter tossed and turned every day, and occasionally ran to Wang Yan's room to sleep in the middle of the night. Eating was even less, and her appetite wasn't good. Unlike today, knowing Wang Yan was back, she went out to buy vegetables humming a song early in the morning.

Deeply in love, can't stop... Just hoping this kid surnamed Wang lives for many more years and doesn't die on the street...

Wang Yan nodded, turned his head back and looked at Ruan Mei with a smile: "Saved a lot of money again?"

Ruan Mei nodded, then shook her head repeatedly, looking at Wang Yan vigilantly: "What are you going to do? Hey, you're not, are you? You have millions, and you still grab people... and someone sponsored you a Mercedes, and the shops on the street are still collecting protection... collecting management fees, you still want to covet my money?"

"What is coveting your money?" Wang Yan shook his head: "Didn't we agree to provide meals? I haven't eaten for a month, but I should still give it. So this month, the food should be on a higher level. Also, I returned from abroad, and you give me this? I don't care, I want to eat something good tonight, and I want to drink beer."

Haggling and playing rogue, specifically treating Ruan Mei's stinginess.

"Hey..."

Ruan Mei's slender fingers were just about to open to Wang Yan, Wang Yan said "Ah," as if talking to himself: "It seems it's time to change the medicine today."

Taking a deep breath, Ruan Mei held back the words that reached her lips, clenched her fingers into a fist, and hit Wang Yan hatefully: "You're ruthless."

Both of them knew that this wasn't an excuse for coercion, just playing around. No matter what, Wang Yan couldn't delay Ruan Mei's treatment. Ruan Mei was the same; no matter how stingy she was, she would cook a rich meal for Wang Yan. Of course, if Wang Yan didn't speak, it was rich; if he spoke, it was very rich. She was still stingy...

A meal was eaten happily. Ruan Mei asked about the situation in the country, Wang Yan answered, and they teased each other from time to time. The old lady listened with a smile.

In fact, Wang Yan asked Ruan Mei when he returned to the country, wanting to take her for a trip, but Ruan Mei refused with a red face on the grounds that Wang Yan had bad intentions...

After lunch, Wang Yan returned to his room to drink tea and digest. The tea was brought back from the country, top-grade Huangshan Maofeng. The one making tea was Ruan Mei, who volunteered after washing the bowls and knowing the price of the tea...

"Clang, clang, clang."

Just when Wang Yan was instructing Ruan Mei, who was clumsy, to fiddle with the tea set, a knock on the door sounded.

"The door isn't locked, come in." ===== CHAPTER 243 =====