Liang Cong didnât believe Lin Fan could help him because Lin Fan dressed plainly and didnât look like a wealthy person, nor someone who knew about investment.
"Donât try to fool us; youâre just trying to stop us from jumping off the building. But looking like that, how do you expect to fool me? Iâm poor now, but you look even poorer than me!" Liang Cong said.
Everyone shook their heads, thinking this young man was really terrible at persuasion. If youâre going to pretend to be an insider, at least dress the part.
At the very least, wear a suit to look like a successful person so that you can fool people.
Lin Fan said, "If you donât believe me, thereâs nothing I can do. Can I make a small request?"
Liang Cong asked, "What small request?"
Lin Fan said, "My friend and I are in a hurry to get home for dinner, but everyone is here watching you jump, blocking the road so my car canât pass. Could you wait a bit to jump and let my car get through first? Big brother, if youâre going to die, be kind, wonât you?"
Liang Cong was taken aback, sweating at Lin Fanâs unusual request.
Lin Fan turned to Liu Mengjie and said, "Sister Mengjie, letâs go; Iâm hungry and want to go home to cook."
Liu Mengjie was a bit surprised. From what she knew about Lin Fan, he wouldnât just walk away like this, especially since there were children involved. This wasnât like Lin Fanâs usual style.
However, since Lin Fan said he wasnât going to intervene, she wouldnât force him, so she nodded and followed Lin Fan back to the car.
The crowd watched them but was soon distracted by the Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
What?
Lin Fan is driving that car?
This is a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, a luxury car worth 8 million!
As Lin Fan and Liu Mengjie were about to get into the car.
"Wait!"
Liang Cong stopped Lin Fan.
Lin Fan smiled slightly, knowing that Liang Cong would call out to him. Didnât Liang Cong not believe him? This should pique Liang Congâs interest.
Lin Fan wasnât very materialistic; heâd never pursued brand-name clothing, still wearing the same simple clothes he used to buy for ten dollars. This wasnât Lin Fan trying to show off; he simply felt that brand-name clothes costing thousands didnât necessarily fit more comfortably than ten-dollar outfits.
Brand-name clothes were largely about brand premium, and frankly, buying them is like foolishly allowing the brand to exploit you.
Some may argue that the point of buying brand-name clothes isnât how comfortable they are, but about face. Because theyâre expensive, wearing them gives you face and prevents people from looking down on you.
But Lin Fan felt that such face, supported by brand-name clothes, was quite hollow; he didnât care for it. With billions lounging in his bank account, he didnât need such face either.
Those who need this hollow face are actually people with little money; theyâd scrimp and save for months to buy a brand-name bag, take out loans to buy brand-name clothes, and sell a kidney to buy an Apple phone. It really looks impressive, right? Donât they feel pathetic themselves!
Obtained a worthless face and silently endured bitterness while all the hard-earned money goes to those brands.
Itâs not that Lin Fan was deliberately avoiding brand namesâthinking that way would be too narrow-mindedâitâs simply that Lin Fan didnât care whether it was branded or not; he was okay either way. He could wear branded clothes or regular ones; in his eyes, there was no distinction just as long as they were comfortable.
As long as clothes were comfortable, heâd be willing to wear the ten-dollar ones, whereas if they werenât comfortable, he wouldnât wear the ones costing thousands.
Thatâs the highest realm.
Of course, clothes and cars are different; a shirt costing thousands might not feel more comfortable than a ten-dollar one, but a car costing hundreds of thousands is definitely better than a cheaper one. Furthermore, cars represent something even more significant, like identity and status.
As mentioned earlier, even a poor person can scrimp for months and buy a brand-name shirt.
But no matter how a poor person scrimps, they wonât afford a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands.
Simply put, owning a brand-name piece doesnât mean youâre wealthy, but owning a car worth hundreds of thousands certainly means you arenât ordinary.
The message a car worth hundreds of thousands sends is exactly this.
This is why Lin Fan didnât mind branded clothes costing thousands but liked owning luxury carsâa 70 million Kosak, an 8 million Rolls-Royce. Although both were system rewards, without those rewards, he would still buy luxury cars; they were not only incredibly comfortable to drive but also perfectly represent identity.
Luxury homes are the same as luxury cars.
Lin Fan bought the 3 billion Yunding Manor; now, everyone knows itâs the residence of the richest man in Yun City, and itâs already become a symbol.
Seeing Lin Fan driving a Rolls-Royce, Liang Cong suddenly looked at Lin Fan differently, automatically ignoring Lin Fanâs simple attire. Even if Lin Fan were dressed like a beggar, a beggar driving a Rolls-Royce couldnât be just any beggar.
"This car is...yours?"
Liang Congâs voice trembled a bit.
Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, thatâs right. Why?"
Liang Cong excitedly said, "Who are you? You mentioned earlier you could help us. How can you help? Please advise!"
Liang Cong immediately sought advice, as if he saw the dawn of hope, so real; luxury cars really do have an impact.
Lin Fan said, "Tell me which stocks you bought?"
A woman replied eagerly, "We bought Weichuang Shares. Itâs been plummeting for days, and based on my friendâs analysis, thereâs no chance of it going back up."
Lin Fan said, "Weichuang Shares, this stock usually shows stable performance and often surges, suitable for long-term holds taking advantage of those surges for short-term trades and guaranteed profits. Itâs a good stock, especially since the market has been performing well recently, rising steadily. There shouldnât be any hiccups, yet unfortunately, the company encountered a crisis recently causing days of sharp declines and several drop limits; the situation is indeed dire."
With these words, Lin Fan shook his head, seemingly very pessimistic.
Upon hearing this, Liang Cong could confirm that Lin Fan truly was an insider, well-versed in the stock market.
Liang Cong bitterly said, "Now you understand why weâre desperate. Weâre truly at a dead end with money trapped in stocks, unable to repay debts; the projects we managed to get are slipping away wasted; weâre genuinely in dire straits."
Lin Fan shook his head, "I havenât finished speaking. This stock, although awful now, isnât beyond saving. To my knowledge, Weichuang Sharesâ chairman is quite an ambitious character; according to internal info Iâve obtained, heâs already on his way to Jing City."
Liang Cong was surprised, "What does this mean?"