Jealousy is the weed of the soul, it impedes the healthy growth of thoughts.
Wang Xianfu was jealous, since he was born, he had never been so envious of a person.
A sense of superiority is like a roller coaster, and this ti, he experienced the free fall...
I originally thought he was just an ordinary spare tire among the multitude, unexpectedly, he was in charge of the Seven Oceans...
Calling him a playboy doesn’t do justice to such a man.
This is the Sea Emperor!
"Hey! Stop pulling my clothes, ouch, that hurts!"
"Hmph! Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
"Bang!"
Watching ng Lang being forcefully shoved into a luxury car with the doors welded shut by a wealthy woman, Wang Xianfu gained a deeper understanding of the concept of a "seller’s market."
What is a seller’s market? You want to buy but I’m not willing, that’s a seller’s market!
"Hey! Where on earth are you taking ?"
"Quit yapping, you’ll know once we get there!"
"Vroom~" The sports car roared away.
Wang Xianfu silently lit a cigarette, watched the departing rear of the car for a while, and tried to think about the aning of his struggles...
...
"I’m saying, Yan Weiwei, you realize this is broad daylight kidnapping, right?" ng Lang complained.
"Go ahead and yell. Even if you scream your throat hoarse, no one will co to save you!"
Yan Weiwei, looking smug, not ashad but rather proud.
"Hey! Don’t you know, when it cos to driving, even if you win my body, it’s useless without my heart." ng Lang rolled his eyes.
Hmm... that really is a problem...
Yan Weiwei pouted.
"What will it take for you to help? Let tell you, the person asking for your help is no ordinary person.
If you can do this favor for him, and he owes you one, you’ll essentially be able to do whatever you want in Su City."
Walk sideways? That’s quite a claim.
ng Lang blinked in surprise.
He looked at Yan Weiwei, "You’re not trying to set up with this big shot just so I’d help, are you?"
"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei haughtily turned her head away, though her attitude said it all.
Social connections, for ordinary people, indeed serve as a shortcut to advancents in life, that much is undeniable.
Why else would so many people desperately flock to Jack Ma, even just for a photo opportunity?
Honestly, ng Lang felt sowhat touched.
Though Yan Weiwei might be a bit fierce with her words, she certainly was a great friend.
If he were an ordinary person, this could have been a great opportunity to rise in stature.
But capability has always been more important than connections, and the wealth and high-end information those connections could provide, ng Lang certainly did not lack.
With the ti spent on socializing, I might as well write more code!
Weighing the risks and rewards, ng Lang was not interested.
Yet, the good intentions showed by others made it hard for ng Lang to outright refuse.
"Sister Yan, what exactly do you want the gentleman to do?"
At that mont, Xiao Yu, utterly confused, popped her head from the back seat and asked.
"Hmm... to put it simply, we have a car club, and the group owner admires Xiao ng’s driving skills and wants him to help participate in a race."
Driving skills? Didn’t he say he was still getting his driver’s license?
What are they competing in, parallel parking?
Though sowhat puzzled, she still turned to look at ng Lang.
"So, why don’t you want to?"
"What else could it be? First of all, street racing like that just isn’t safe, and I’m soone who really hates taking risks!"
"Hates taking risks? Hates taking risks and you still threw yourself in front of a bullet?" Yan Weiwei muttered under her breath while driving, but Xiao Yu didn’t hear her.
"Right! I think the gentleman’s concerns make a lot of sense. We shouldn’t get involved in dangerous things! So... is there a way to ensure a safe competition?" Xiao Yu looked at Yan Weiwei.
"Hmm..." Yan Weiwei thought for a mont, then her eyes lit up, "I do have an idea! Xiao ng, if it’s not risky, you might as well agree, right?"
"Well... still no, I also hate showing off!" ng Lang continued to shake his head.
Yan Weiwei was speechless, "It’s ironic that ’Lang’ is in your na, given you hate adventures and showing your face. Why not just call yourself ’Stable’!"
"Hey! You don’t understand, I lack ’Lang’ in my five elents, so I chose this na.
You think everyone is as free as you guys? I’m not ssing around with you rich second generations.
My body is for saving the world, okay!"
Yan Weiwei couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
"Uncle, does it an you won’t show your face then?" Xiao Yu asked.
"Hm? What do you an?"
"Hehe!" Xiao Yu untied the red scarf around his neck...
...
At the foot of Wuming Mountain.
Several dozen expensive sports cars were parked in an open area, with dozens of n and won seemingly waiting for sothing.
At the heart of the crowd, a handso man was intently watching a video on his phone.
"Sizzle~" "Sizzle~"
Slightly grating brake sounds emitted from the speaker, but the man wore an expression of enjoynt, as if listening to so enchanting music.
The video was quite shaky, causing so dizziness, yet the man watched with unblinking eyes, even replaying it repeatedly.
"Yifei, you’ve been watching this all afternoon, haven’t you gotten enough?" A woman in a crop top and large wavy hair pouted beside him.
"I haven’t seen you watching this intently!"
"Haha! You don’t understand, although the full view isn’t clear, just from their handling, this is definitely a master!
I’ve seen many professional drivers, but very few have given this smooth sensation.
Furthermore, the person was driving an old Citroën model from over a decade ago, which really demonstrates their skill.
I guess he must be a high-level professional racer!"
"Is he that impressive?" The woman was curious. "Sister Weiwei, where did you et such an incredible person?"
"I don’t know, but, this place... why does it look like a driving school?" The man was also puzzled.
Yes! The video the man was watching was the one Yan Weiwei had recorded of ng Lang in the car that morning.
After she had boastfully shared it in the car enthusiasts group, unexpectedly, the group owner had directly contacted Yan Weiwei, asking for help from this driver.
That’s what led to the scene of Yan Weiwei getting kidnapped.
"I just don’t know if Sister can persuade him to help us; otherwise, tonight, we might embarrass ourselves," the man sighed softly.
"Yifei, your driving skills are not bad either. Is Xu Jingfeng really that tough to deal with?"
"Ha! Hong Shijie’s challenge this ti is just to put us down.
He’s basically indicating that the local gang rules Su City, not the big dragons.
If we lose this ti, I’m afraid his arrogance will only worsen."
The man frowned slightly as he spoke.
"This Xu Jingfeng just returned from abroad, reportedly participating in several international rallies.
I’ve heard of those competitions; their level is not sothing dostic competitions can match.
As soone who’s just touched the threshold of a professional racer, facing him, my chances of winning are really slim."
The man was candid, freely admitting his disadvantage.
"But lose the battle, not the war. If Sister can’t bring soone, then I’ll just have to face it head-on, can’t let Hong Shijie look down on us."
Just as they were talking, a red sports car suddenly roared from afar and approached, capturing everyone’s attention.
The two instantly brightened up.
However, when the car stopped in front of them, and they saw the man who stepped down from the passenger seat, they were stunned.
"Uh... Sister, is this... that driver?"
"Yeah!" Yan Weiwei closed the car door, sowhat helplessly introducing ng Lang, "This is my junior brother. He learned so martial arts in my family for a while, a semi-disciple of my grandfather."
"Haha! A true master indeed stands out, very unique!"
The man quickly smiled and extended his hand.
"Hello, my last na is Hu, thank you for coming to help. May I ask how to address you?"
ng Lang shook his hand and under the red scarf, a faint voice ca through.
"The Masked Racer."
Everyone: "..."
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