The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 313 - 249

No one answered his question, and the few people from the Phoemix Team didn’t even bother to give him a glance.

Zhao Mai gradually caught on, pointing incredulously at the young man, "You say she is Little Ying God? Impossible, Little Ying God retired last year due to a leg injury..."

"What’s wrong with coming back?" inier instantly darkened his face and said coldly, "The vice-captain was only resting, but you guys went ahead and spread rumors that she died in a car accident. We haven’t even settled that score with you yet."

Zhao Mai frowned, "That’s because her own leg is crippled! Getting into a car accident is totally normal, can you really expect soone with a crippled leg to run the whole course?!"

Zhao Mai just felt these people were unreasonable.

"Even if you find soone to replace Little Ying God, even if you compete, without endorsents, without live broadcasts, you’ll only co here to lose face."

"Using Ying God’s return as a pretense, when sothing happens in the arena, it will ruin your team’s reputation. It’s utterly foolish!"

At this mont, Zhao Mai was frantic.

Originally, he wasn’t too worried about Ying Yunlin, but Little Ying God was different—she could single-handedly challenge all the teams and still reliably take first place.

If the young man before him truly was Little Ying God, he would have to find Blute to redo the competition plan.

All unexpected events must be eliminated, RX Team must take first place!

inier’s face was incredibly gloomy.

Having observed for a long while, Blute then raised one corner of his lips and clicked his tongue, "Manager Ethan, why don’t you let that little beauty plead with us while I’m in a good mood? I can recomnd a streaming company for you? Although remote, at least it has traffic."

He is now a popular figure in the racing world, well-connected; it’s no surprise he knows so live streaming company owners.

"This ti we signed a deal with Periscope. If she says a few nice words, I’d be happy to discuss with Periscope about giving you a streaming room too—it’s not impossible." Blute sneered.

Periscope Live, one of the top three double-end live streaming companies—this condition is indeed tempting.

But Ethan has dignity; he’s not a petty person like Zhao Mai. Even without fa, he wouldn’t make Rong Zhi beg for a streaming room!

Why should they! They hadn’t done anything wrong!

Without a streaming room, Phoemix Team still has sponsorship from Songya Group; they remain tonight’s focus and have no need to ask Blute.

Ethan understood clearly, and his smile was colder than Blute’s, "We have no intention of begging anyone. I’d trouble you to return to wherever you ca from."

Blute’s eyes turned cold, "Ethan, think it through. If you reject , don’t think you or Ying Yunlin can survive in the racing world."

"I’ve thought it through," perhaps it was Blute and others’ treacherous actions that completely chilled Ethan’s heart and now made him show no courtesy to these forr colleagues, "If I can’t survive in the racing world, I’ll do logistics. How many years of glory does a racer have? By then, you may not be better off than ."

"It’s just starting over. I’m young, and I can fight!"

inier, Sophiron, and Chi Tian all stood by Ethan, pressing his shoulder to cheer him on, "Manager Ethan, don’t be afraid, we’re with you."

Everyone had walked step by step to where they are today; only their own people could understand the hardship. And precisely because they understood, they wouldn’t abandon their dreams to beg.

Getting suppressed—so what? Being shelved—so what? As long as they’re still here, there’s always a day they’ll return to the top!

Blute was thrown aside by Ethan, his expression twisted with anger, "Fine! You’ve got guts; I want to see how a bunch of mud discarded to the bottom will crawl back up!"

Zhao Mai then deeply stared at the teenager quietly playing with his phone.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

Just then, Rong Zhi’s phone rang.

An overseas number.

She answered it.

"Miss Rong, President Bai told your team hasn’t signed with a streaming company. He asked to bring a contract to sign with Phoemix Team’s manager. How about putting this stream on Tianchen this ti?"

A male voice on the other end was composed in tone.

Rong Zhi put one hand in her pocket and asked, "Tianchen?"

The other party laughed lightly, "That’s President Bai’s idea."

Rong Zhi glanced at the arrogant Blute across from her, a trace of a smile curved at her lips, "Bai Su, right?"

"Yes, Miss Rong."

"Alright, I’ll send you the address."

The other party agreed and then ended the call.

Ying Hengyu beside her heard two vague words and lowered his gaze to ask, "Is there a streaming company wanting to sign with our team?"

"Yes," Rong Zhi spun her phone on her fingertips casually, with a hint of imperceptible warmth in the depth of her fox-like eyes, "Tianchen Live, Ethan, you’ll talk to the Tianchen people later."

As soon as the words fell.

Blute couldn’t help but sneer, "Tianchen Live? Little beauty, think before you speak—Tianchen is the largest streaming company on two platforms. Would they even consider a team like yours with nothing to offer?"

Zhao Mai chuckled without saying a word, his gaze similarly scornful.

Rong Zhi cast a motionless glance at him.

Blute’s mouth stiffened slightly, "So people, they keep up appearances even when facing doom..."

"Miss Rong, sorry for being late."

Before Blute could finish, a male voice interrupted.

Everyone turned in unison.

They saw a young man walking over, stopping in front of Rong Zhi, handing the iPad in his hand to her.

"The paper contract will have to wait for Manager Jiang to arrive to sign. Now we can only sign a temporary electronic contract." The young man said.

Displayed on the iPad screen is an electronic contract, with the prominent words "Tianchen dia" at the top.

Rong Zhi took the iPad single-handedly, scrolled down to confirm there was nothing problematic, then handed it to Ethan, "This is..."

"Cheng Sijia, Cheng Yunjing is my father."

"Cheng Sijia?!"

Before Ethan could receive the iPad, Zhao Mai gasped in surprise.

Rong Zhi raised her eyes, looking at Ethan, "What’s wrong?"

She was t with Sophiron’s dazzling eyes.

Rong Zhi: "?"

Cheng Sijia, who understood the intricacies, smiled awkwardly, "Miss Rong, they might be fans of Tianchen."

Rong Zhi frowned, "...Not a streaming company?"

"Of course not!" Sophiron’s eyes were wide open like copper bells as he attentively explained to Rong Zhi.

Tianchen Group, according to its apparent aning, is an international group involved in various industries, but its core technology is quite mysterious—Divination and Star Calculation.

Rather than a company, it’s more accurate to say it’s a nexus of personal connections.

The thing people most want to know is their fate before and after life, predicting fate, turning ill fortune into good.

Spanning seven continents, Tianchen holds nurous connections.

Just now, these people seed serious when looking at Cheng Sijia; they hadn’t expected him to really be Tianchen’s often internationally active vice president.

But how could Cheng Sijia be here and know Rong Zhi?

People from Shanhai Club and Zhao Mai’s side were a bit perplexed.

Only Ethan, who was shocked by Songya Group yesterday, remained calm. He took the iPad, and although ntally prepared, his heart still trembled slightly upon seeing the words "Tianchen dia."

Who’d have thought such a small, dilapidated team like them would have ties with two top international companies within two days.

"Miss Rong."

Another voice called out.