When Wang Yan mentioned he wanted to use just one hundred yuan to create a new drug and defeat the Gangzhe Group, which has billions in capital, Zhao Qing and Xiaoqian almost fell to the ground in disbelief.
If it weren't for Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting standing right in front of them, Zhao Qing and Xiaoqian would have thought Wang Yan was insane.
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But Beiming Xue knew that nothing about Wang Yan was ordinary; otherwise, he wouldn't have created so many miracles within just one week.
Despite this, each of them took out a card and handed it to Wang Yan.
Beiming Xue said, "Brother Wang Yan, this is the ten million we have; you take it first."
Ouyang Feiting said, "Brother Wang Yan, this is my pocket money, five million; you take it."
Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "No need, one hundred yuan is enough."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting wanted so much to hand the cards to Wang Yan, but seeing him refuse to take them, they didn't dare insist. Their faces showed awkward smiles, eyes full of anticipation, wishing Wang Yan would just accept the bank cards immediately.
Watching them pass around over ten million like it was a hot potato that no one wanted to keep, Zhao Qing thought to himself, "Rich people are crazy, if you don't want the money, give it to me! With that kind of money, who needs to work or act like a fool?"
Xiaoqian couldn't help but swallow hard; in her eyes, the cards in Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's hands had transformed into countless high-end cosmetics, fashion, designer handbags, and luxury goods she had always wanted but couldn't afford.
Seeing the pitying looks on Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's faces, Wang Yan felt a bit sympathetic and said with a smile, "Alright, keep them for now. If I need it, I'll ask you for it."
Hearing this, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting felt a bit relieved and put the cards away.
Wang Yan continued, "You two go back to class first; San and I will take a walk and think about our plans."
After that, Wang Yan waved his hand, called San, and the two turned and left.
Seeing Wang Yan leaving, Zhao Qing quickly shouted hypocritically, "Brother Wang Yan, make sure to come back to work when you have the time! The company needs you—"
As Wang Yan ignored him and walked further away, Zhao Qing kept talking to himself, "Such a talent, if he continues for another couple of years, he'd definitely be fit for the manager's position."
While Zhao Qing was still talking, Xiaoqian nudged him and said, "Manager, Miss Beiming has already left."
As Zhao Qing turned to look, he found that Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting had indeed already driven away.
Zhao Qing immediately put on a look of disdain and sneered, "Hmph, what's so great about it, relying on his looks, huh. If I were as handsome, I'd definitely be wilder than him."
As Zhao Qing was complaining, Wang Yan and San had already left.
Walking along the way, Wang Yan was silent, looking somber, as if lost in thought.
San didn't know what Wang Yan was thinking and dared not interrupt, only secretly observing Wang Yan's expression.
He saw Wang Yan's expression grow darker, seemingly with palpable anger.
San dared not speak, and they walked for more than half an hour when finally Wang Yan's eyes turned cold, and he cursed angrily, "Damn it!"
The sudden shout startled San, who quickly said, "Brother Wang Yan, did I do something wrong?"
Hearing this, Wang Yan seemed to awaken from a dream and, seeing San about to cry, immediately realized San had misunderstood.
Wang Yan then smiled and said, "San, I wasn't talking to you."
Hearing it wasn't directed at him, San breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You scared me, Brother Wang Yan. I thought I upset you again. Then who are you angry at, Brother Wang Yan?"
Wang Yan took a deep breath and said, "As we walked, I heard the voices all around us, people unable to afford to live, to die, to get medical treatment—life is very hard."
As it turned out, Wang Yan had used the Demon Pattern Divine Technique to enhance his hearing by hundreds of times and heard all the voices from miles around as they walked.
Within those miles, numerous residents voiced their hardships; it was this realization of human suffering that prompted Wang Yan's outcry.
San deeply resonated with Wang Yan's words and sighed, "Brother Wang Yan, you're right. For people like us who are poor, sometimes we can't even afford to eat, let alone have money for medical treatment."
Wang Yan said, "In that case, I will invent a medicine affordable for the poor."
San's eyes lit up with excitement, "Brother Wang Yan, is there really such medicine?"
Wang Yan nodded and asked, "San, do you know where the poorest people live in this city?"
San sheepishly replied, "Where I live is the slum."
Wang Yan said, "Take me there now."
San scratched his head and said, "But it's dirty and chaotic there, Brother Wang Yan..."
Wang Yan replied, "My medicine is for the poor. How can I know what people need if I don't live with them? Let's go. Besides, speaking of poor, I'm the poorest of all, penniless describes me! Hahaha—"
Seeing Wang Yan's mood brighten, San also felt happier, though he thought Wang Yan was just comforting him. Little did he know, Wang Yan truly was penniless.
San led Wang Yan on a walk that lasted over an hour, gradually leaving the bustling city center. The roads became narrower and dirtier, full of potholes. The tall buildings faded away, replaced by short, dark houses with graffiti on their walls.
San pointed to rows of small houses and said, "Brother Wang Yan, we're here; this is where I live. It's the poorest area in Wanghai City, called Eight Great Street."
"Eight Great Street? That name's strange."
"Because there are eight streets here, each controlled by a different gang, forming the Eight Great Gangs, so it's called Eight Great Street," San explained.
Wang Yan said, "Hmm, names don't matter. San, are there any patients here desperately needing medical treatment?"
San said, "Yes, many can't afford treatment. Brother Wang Yan, can you heal them?"
Wang Yan nodded and said, "Yes, lead me there!"
San quickly led Wang Yan into Eight Great Street, navigating through several narrow, bumpy alleys and onto a small road.
There, rows of tiny houses lined the road like matchboxes, each with a slightly open glass door facing onto the street.
San pointed and said, "They can't afford treatment."
Wang Yan nodded and walked straight to one of the doors, pushed it open, and entered.
As soon as Wang Yan entered the house, a figure appeared, and a cheap, pungent fragrance of Fragrant Powder hit his nose. At the same time, a woman's seductive voice rang out, "Brother, you're here early. I've been waiting for you!"
(Thanks to "Invincible" and "Qiye Fruit" for the Alliance Leader reward, and "Killer Whale", "Live or Die", "Jun", "," and "Anonymous" for the red reward; only two updates today, I will return to normal once my mom's condition stabilizes, sorry for the inconvenience.)