Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality

Yan Feifei's heart bloomed with excitement as she stared at Lin Beichen, her gaze brimming with affection.

However, just as she was about to speak, Lin Beichen raised his hand.

"Do you really like me?"

"Yan Feifei. You don't like me, you just like money."

"If I were a poor guy, would you still throw yourself at me? Let's be realistic!

I don't lack women, and I won't cling to just one. If you want to be by my side, you can't just sell your body. You need to show your value!"

"There are plenty of beautiful women. If you only want to be a tool for venting, do you think you're more attractive than those supermodels?"

"Yan Feifei, don't act innocent in front of me. At least in this regard, you're no match for Zhou Ya. Have some self-awareness."

Lin Beichen patted Yan Feifei's cheek, his face bearing both a cold and superior smile.

He took out a card and casually stuffed it into Yan Feifei's palm.

"If you need money, just tell me. As a vase, I hope you have at least some decency and don't let me find out you're hooking up with other men while being my vase."

Lin Beichen turned and left.

Yan Feifei stared blankly at Lin Beichen, her whole body stiff as if plunged into an ice cellar.

Her heart felt as if pierced by thousands of needles, and as if struck by countless bolts of lightning.

She desperately wanted to explain that she wasn't a shallow woman, that it wasn't because of Lin Beichen's money that she wanted to be with him.

However, the card in her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

If Lin Beichen had no money, would she really have taken a liking to him?

At the school gate, she had personally mocked Lin Beichen, calling him a poor boy.

How could this man insult her feelings, how could he doubt her sincerity?

Yet, for some reason, Yan Feifei dared not get angry.

On the contrary, she stared obsessively at Lin Beichen's back. Despite her sadness, her heart was filled even more with his image.

Skytop Racing Office.

When Lin Beichen walked in, Yang Yiliao was flipping through today's work reports.

Rich people get tired too, rich people also have their overtime.

Everyone only wants others to see their glamorous side, not their desolate side.

The definition of glamour and desolation varies from person to person.

At least for Yang Yiliao, his greatest dignity lies in not working.

As soon as it involves work, no matter the excuses, it always suggests insufficient financial resources.

Thus, he secretly worked behind closed doors during others' rest time.

This way, when he faced people, he appeared as someone detached from low pursuits and labor.

Money is most important.

And once you have enough money, you need power too.

Lin Beichen stood at the door, looking at this renowned figure at Skytop Racing Center, his demeanor very calm.

Lin Beichen even picked a bouquet from the vase outside, playing with the petals absentmindedly while watching Yang Yiliao.

"Mr. Champion, please wait a moment."

Yang Yiliao pointed to the sofa, smiling kindly.

"Don't mind me, keep busy."

Lin Beichen smiled faintly and sat down on the sofa by the window.

A few minutes later, Yang Yiliao finished a bunch of documents, walked to the tea table, and poured two cups of tea.

After placing the tea, Yang Yiliao got straight to the point.

"Are your results real?"

"Absolutely."

"So you're already a professional racer?"

"Actually, this is my first time racing."

Yang Yiliao's lips twitched slightly.

The first time participating in a professional racer competition, and he directly outpaced 32 internationally renowned, even some of the best current professional racers.

This is still a true result?

It seems this person's background is indeed extraordinary.

Bai Yunfei must have settled every aspect to rope him in.

Since Lin Beichen came in first, he wasn't afraid of anyone scrutinizing the results.

"Mr. Lin, where do you work?"

"I'm just a student."

"A student at Imperial Capital University..."

Yang Yiliao spoke with a hint of significance, with a complex smile.

Imperial Capital University.

This school has left a vivid mark in the nearly 200-year history of Dragon Country.

Not just a mark, but whenever talking about Dragon Country's history, it's nearly impossible to bypass Imperial Capital University.

Though 200 years have passed, the aura around Imperial Capital University seems somewhat diminished, but being in this Ling Mountain High Temple within Imperial Capital, a bit of reverence is still appropriate.

"Lin, you're too modest. You're not just a student. After all, I haven't seen any student whom Bai Yunfei treats so favorably!"

Yang Yiliao laughed.

Lin Beichen took a sip of tea, looked at him calmly.

"It's not him favoring me, it's that I don't mind him. If someday he bothers me, he won't qualify to play with me."

Yang Yiliao's smile froze, his teacup nearly falling.

What does Lin Beichen mean by this?

Lin Beichen's words imply Bai Yunfei is not really a playmate, but just a toy?

Playmate and toy differ by one word, but the gap between them is about status.

A playmate, at least, is still a person. But a toy is just an object.

When dealing with people, no matter how indifferent, one must be cautious and somewhat accommodating.

Because a man's wrath can draw blood within ten steps.

Regardless, everyone comes into the world with nothing.

But a toy is different.

A toy can't harm people on its own, only manipulated by its owner, played with until tired, then tossed into the trash.

"Mr. Lin, perhaps you don't know. Bai Yunfei is the eldest son of one of the Imperial Capital's eight major business families, controlling nearly 300 billion in liquid assets, not just a frivolous dandy."

Yang Yiliao cautiously said, both reminding and probing.

300 billion in liquid capital is already a well-known super company.

Manipulating such money could even transform a light asset cultural company into a heavy asset special area group.

Could a cross-industry super group CEO, in Lin Beichen's eyes, just be a toy?

Lin Beichen's statement seems a bit too much.

Yang Yiliao silently thought, probing further, feeling increasingly impulsive.

"Mr. Lin, if you like racing, I have many friends in the racing industry globally, I can set something up for you."

Yang Yiliao said softly.

"Sure, if I have time next time, I'll let you arrange it."

Lin Beichen smiled faintly.

Yang Yiliao felt a sudden shock.

This guy actually didn't reject him.

He didn't look down on himself because he knew Bai Yunfei.

Instead, his attitude towards Yang Yiliao and Bai Yunfei seemed the same.

He treats everyone equally.

"So, we're already friends, right?"

Yang Yiliao tentatively asked.

"Mr. Lin, I fancy a piece of land in Imperial Capital for international logistics, can you help me inquire?"

Lin Beichen sipped the tea.

Jiangnan's misty green tea, quite flavorful.

Regarding Yang Yiliao's request, Lin Beichen didn't even think, directly said:

"I don't care about your investment, give me your phone number."

Yang Yiliao immediately pulled out his phone.

Lin Beichen picked up the phone and called Bai Yunfei.

"Bai, I have a friend wanting a piece of land in Imperial Capital for international logistics, can you help?"

Across the phone, Bai Yunfei had just hung up on the Immortal, turned to receive Lin Beichen's call.

He was slightly stunned, hurriedly said:

"No problem, I have several big factories near the Seventh Ring's highway corridor, enough for a logistics hub. Need my help with the formalities?"

Lin Beichen looked at Yang Yiliao, pressed the speaker button.

"You speak to him yourself."

"Yes, thank you Mr. Lin."

Yang Yiliao said blankly, taking the phone.

"Bai, I'm Yang Yiliao, can you really help me?"

"I don't care who you are, just look after Lin for me, then come find me tomorrow for the formalities."

An investment case that troubled Yang Yiliao for nearly a year was solved within a few words between Lin Beichen and Bai Yunfei.