Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God-Chapter 672: The Meaning of Luxury Cars and Mansions
Liang Cong didn’t believe Lin Fan could help him because Lin Fan dressed plainly and didn’t look like a wealthy person, nor someone who knew about investment.
"Don’t try to fool us; you’re just trying to stop us from jumping off the building. But looking like that, how do you expect to fool me? I’m 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 you’re 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 don’t believe me, there’s 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 can’t pass. Could you wait a bit to jump and let my car get through first? Big brother, if you’re going to die, be kind, won’t you?"
Liang Cong was taken aback, sweating at Lin Fan’s unusual request.
Lin Fan turned to Liu Mengjie and said, "Sister Mengjie, let’s go; I’m hungry and want to go home to cook."
Liu Mengjie was a bit surprised. From what she knew about Lin Fan, he wouldn’t just walk away like this, especially since there were children involved. This wasn’t like Lin Fan’s usual style.
However, since Lin Fan said he wasn’t going to intervene, she wouldn’t 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. Didn’t Liang Cong not believe him? This should pique Liang Cong’s interest.
Lin Fan wasn’t very materialistic; he’d never pursued brand-name clothing, still wearing the same simple clothes he used to buy for ten dollars. This wasn’t Lin Fan trying to show off; he simply felt that brand-name clothes costing thousands didn’t 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 isn’t how comfortable they are, but about face. Because they’re 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 didn’t care for it. With billions lounging in his bank account, he didn’t need such face either.
Those who need this hollow face are actually people with little money; they’d 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? Don’t they feel pathetic themselves!
Obtained a worthless face and silently endured bitterness while all the hard-earned money goes to those brands.
It’s not that Lin Fan was deliberately avoiding brand names—thinking that way would be too narrow-minded—it’s simply that Lin Fan didn’t 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, he’d be willing to wear the ten-dollar ones, whereas if they weren’t comfortable, he wouldn’t wear the ones costing thousands.
That’s 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 won’t afford a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands.
Simply put, owning a brand-name piece doesn’t mean you’re wealthy, but owning a car worth hundreds of thousands certainly means you aren’t ordinary.
The message a car worth hundreds of thousands sends is exactly this.
This is why Lin Fan didn’t mind branded clothes costing thousands but liked owning luxury cars—a 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 it’s the residence of the richest man in Yun City, and it’s already become a symbol.
Seeing Lin Fan driving a Rolls-Royce, Liang Cong suddenly looked at Lin Fan differently, automatically ignoring Lin Fan’s simple attire. Even if Lin Fan were dressed like a beggar, a beggar driving a Rolls-Royce couldn’t be just any beggar.
"This car is...yours?"
Liang Cong’s voice trembled a bit.
Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, that’s 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. It’s been plummeting for days, and based on my friend’s analysis, there’s 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. It’s a good stock, especially since the market has been performing well recently, rising steadily. There shouldn’t 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 we’re desperate. We’re truly at a dead end with money trapped in stocks, unable to repay debts; the projects we managed to get are slipping away wasted; we’re genuinely in dire straits."
Lin Fan shook his head, "I haven’t finished speaking. This stock, although awful now, isn’t beyond saving. To my knowledge, Weichuang Shares’ chairman is quite an ambitious character; according to internal info I’ve obtained, he’s already on his way to Jing City."
Liang Cong was surprised, "What does this mean?"
