Chapter 437: His Purpose Has Been Revealed

In the last lap, Wang Yan didn't drive very seriously.

His overall score was already nearly 20 seconds ahead of everyone else. If he continued going all out, he risked bumping into someone which wouldn't be worth it.

Black Tiger and the others kept shouting in the channel, "Steady, steady, don't be too fierce!"

No, I'm a fierce man!

Chu Xin used a tone-changing voice to pull Wang Yan back. "No, I can't take it anymore. Brother, don't be too fast. Hold on for another minute!"

Eh?

Why do I feel so restless?

All of a sudden, the Car God Wang Yan didn't dare to step on the accelerator.

He simply followed behind Young Master Pan and strolled through the last part of the journey.

He crossed the line, turned around, and drove into the waiting area.

As soon as he got out of the car, Jianwu, Xia Yu, and the others rushed forward crazily. They grabbed Wang Yan and were about to raise him up high.

"Wait, wait, wait, keep your poise!"

What poise?

If we don't vent our excitement a little, we'll all go crazy!

Without any explanation, everyone pounced over and howled.

"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck! This is too f*cking awesome!"

"Brother, come and help me!"

"What the heck! I almost peed my pants! Guys, I almost f*cking peed my pants!"

Ah, thank you for holding back.

It wasn't just his friends who were excited. The 800 spectators in the stands stood up one by one during the last lap and never sat down again. At this moment, they were all cheering as well.

"Car God! Car God! Car God!"

At the beginning, it was still a little messy, but towards the end, the rhythm was clear and the voices got hoarse.

There were too few people and it didn't seem like there was much momentum, but that kind of fanaticism was something that anyone could feel.

Wang Yan raised his hand and waved it everywhere. Immediately, there was a burst of "Wooo" cheers.

Brother Jian laughed wildly. "Brother, you've finally crushed them all!"

Crushed?

It was weird.

Chun Guang, Xia Yu, and even the engineer who inspected the car were all equally honored. Their faces were flushed.

"Car God, from now on, you'll be like this on the track!"

A short and thick thumb shot up.

Eh, it was short and ugly, Wang Yan disliked it.

Everyone did not care whether Wang Yan disliked it or not, they were only focused on venting their emotions.

All kinds of crazy antics covered a five-meter radius, and their imposing aura soared to the sky.

Of course, there would always be some people who were not convinced.

Young Master pan, who had parked the car in front, stood still after getting out of the car. He turned his head and stared at Wang Yan for a long time. Suddenly, he threw his gloves and turned around to walk towards the VIP building.

Just because he did not cause any trouble during the race did not mean that he would like Wang Yan.

He did not get any benefits from Wang Yan. Instead, it had actually cost the entire circle of friends tens of millions, still, he decided not to cause trouble for Wang Yan on the spot. He could be considered to have already suppressed his temper.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yu quietly reminded him, "Brother, we have caused too much trouble. You have to be careful later..."

The young master patted Xia Yu's shoulder and laughed it off.

Soon, the other racers returned one by one.

Hum slammed the car door and took off his helmet. He gave Wang Yan a sidelong glance and turned to go upstairs.

Milson was very amiable. He took the initiative to walk over to Wang Yan and stretched out his hand from afar.

"Young Master Wang, you're amazing. I'm completely convinced!"

Wang Yan stretched out his hand received the genuine handshake. The other party hugged his shoulder and bumped his chest, completing the greeting of their first meeting.

Milson was a pure Chinese. His accent was standard, and he had a square head and a square face. However, his behavior was as if he had been abroad all year long. He had the style of a hip-hop youth.

"You should celebrate first. Let's exchange contact details later. If you have time, teach me a thing or two!"

"Okay, I'll talk to you later," the young master nodded.

Milson pointed at Wang Yan in a very western-style manner and left in a carefree manner.

He did not even glance at the group of people around him.

Wang Yan felt that it was quite interesting. He asked Jianwu in a low voice, "What does this brother do?"

"His real name is Guo Qiang. I'm depending on my father's master..."

Jianwu replied in an extremely low voice. His eyes even subconsciously glanced around him.

"Don't ask about the specifics. It's a taboo."

Damn, looks like he's quite sensitive?

Young Master Wang disliked probing sensitive people, so he nodded and didn't ask anything else.

Soon afterward, the other racers came over to greet him.

When these racers faced Wang Yan again, they seemed to have the mentality of fans. They were all very enthusiastic.

"Brother, your technique is really awesome!"

"What the heck, that collision just now was simply amazing!"

"That's right, that's right, it almost blinded my eyes! No wonder everyone called you Car God... Car God, how did you do it?"

How did he do what?

Oh, he managed to break free from the collision, right?

Young Master Wang rubbed his chin in distress. "It's such a simple matter, yet it's not easy to explain..."

⊙ O ⊙ !

Excuse me, are you the new king of tough-acting?

Everyone was in a daze when Wang Yan laughed and waved his hand. "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously. I'm young and I love taking risks. That's not a technique that is worth promoting and imitating. I know it myself, so please don't praise me anymore."

His words were too beautiful. Not only could he block everyone's doubts, he also appeared modest.

The surrounding people all had the same feeling towards the youth in front of them -- he was elegant and had an astonishing bearing.

Car enthusiasts don't care about anything other than car skills, thus they really respected Wang Yan due to his skills.

Of course, no matter how good the skills of these underground racers were, it would be useless as they were constantly on the brink of death. They had to be at the same level as them in order to be truly recognized.

Wang Yan's temperament was superior to the entire scene. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a top young master.

There were many things in this society that were completely unreasonable.

If Wang Yan's temperament was wretched and his appearance was abhorrent, and he looked like a loser, the group would definitely fall out with him.

Scamming us for money?

I told you to live to earn, but not to spend!

However, once they realized that this was a young master, everyone was immediately convinced.

The remaining three were originally here to join in the fun. They didn't think that they could win at all, so it was very easy for them to set their minds straight. One after another, they expressed that they were completely convinced of their loss, and that they would ask for advice again if there was a chance. Blah blah.

Wang Yan easily took care of one-third of it.

He did not even have to do much. He was the one who drew all the attention.

While they were chatting casually, another group of people came down from upstairs and swarmed over.

Wang Yan frowned slightly. He felt that it was too troublesome and thought about it before waving goodbye to everyone.

"Big brothers, let's chat later. I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, if there's a chance, I'll definitely ask for your advice again!"

"Bye bye. I'll save up some money later. Let's have a good drink!"

The whole scene was a respectful send-off.

After Wang Yan took a shower and changed his clothes, he went out. Seven or eight of their underlings were waiting outside, waiting to present their business cards to the young master.

These were the people who were truly willing to be close to Wang Yan.

They definitely had a motive. Otherwise, who would go around fooling around when they had nothing better to do.

Wang Yan gave them a name card of the chairman of Wangting Entertainment that Brother Xizi had printed for him, and the work on the scene was done.

What was the work on the scene?

It was very simple. If they had the opportunity to interact with each other again, they would be added to the white list if they could get along. If they couldn't get along, he would just forget about these people.

Among the second generation of the rich, merely having each other's numbers was not enough for them to call each other friends. They were only counted friends if they were on the white list and could actually get through to their phones.

There were cases of people confessing to each other after meeting once, but there were definitely not many.

Sister Fang had yet to confess to Wang Yan until now. Only Chu Xin had confessed to him after meeting him for the first time... of course, it wasn't because of his looks. He could swear it!

Anyway, that was the end of the matter downstairs, but it was still very troublesome upstairs.

Chu Xin quickly sent a secret report. "The work upstairs is about to start... are you coming? Why don't we retreat and let Huang Yiqing carry us!"

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Tsk tsk, while it was commendable for him to protect his younger brother, it was not advisable for him to resort to such means.

With such a lively scene, it was the perfect time for me to take the blame, flip the table, and smack him with my big mouth. How could I not join in?

Waving his hand, he beckoned to Jianwu and Xia Yu. "Let's go upstairs!"

..

Box number 1 was the largest box in the VIP area. It could hold about 40 people and was very spacious.

But now it was very crowded.

Huang Yiqing and a few of his closest friends were sitting on the sofa, surrounded by a circle of men.

Even one-fifteenth of the VIP area could not fit them.

There were seven big brothers sitting opposite.

Wang, Jiang, Li, Fu, Chen, Yin, and Hong.

Huang Yiqing's face was green, the faces of the men around him were red, and the faces of the big brothers were black.

It looked like a classic game.

Angry Birds, seven bombs, and a pig. Did they return back to their childhood?

In the corner of the room sat Xiao Hu and his three friends, leisurely watching the commotion.

Young Master Wang had the worst temper. He slammed the table fiercely. "Are you f*cking playing with us?"

It was just a small matter. They had already quarreled for more than ten minutes, and Huang Yiqing was already used to it. He retorted directly, "If you're willing to gamble, you must admit defeat. What's there to play about?"

Yin Jiejing pointed at his nose and scolded, "You don't f*cking admit it, right? Do you think you'll be fine if you don't admit it?"

"What can you do about it? ! Do you think I'm from Xiamen University?" Huang Yiqing continued to fight back.

A certain someone was so angry that his fingers were trembling. "Are you really so shameless to think that you're invincible in the world?"

"Did you think that it would be a waste if you didn't cheat us since your reputation has long been tarnished on the streets? Taking advantage of us HAC, are you really not afraid of death, b*stard?"

"F*ck!"

Huang Yiqing sneered.

"Don't f*cking pretend to be my big brother! HAC? Now you are the leading big brother of the HAC again, right?

Didn't you ask Old Jiang next to you if he recognizes you?

"Old Sun went to England, Chestnut disappeared, the Prince is now playing with his fellow countrymen from Chaoshan, and Brother Yin's participation in the competition is a single CQ Flag. Who are you trying to scare?"

"Don't you know how HAC dispersed?"

Huang Yiqing was unexpectedly firm, and everyone was shocked.

This guy has some guts, huh?

But then again, if he wasn't so good at flirting, the game today wouldn't have been set up.

Young Master Hong's face was dark as he said slowly, "Okay, you're going to let it go, right? You picked the matter, and you set up the grudge game. According to the rules, you won, so we have to wish you a long life and a happy and carefree life, right?"

"Young Master Hong, you're the one who set the bet."

Huang Yiqing suddenly lowered his voice and lowered his body, making a face full of bitterness and hatred.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I'm more sullen than anyone else in today's situation!

"Logically speaking, everyone is free to look for cars. Since we agreed that as long as it's an amateur racer or a member of the club, and I didn't break the rules, so everyone should admit defeat after winning or losing, right?"

"You guys relied on your participation in international competitions and used professional GT3 cars to hire a team leader. I admit defeat."

"Then, we have won fair and square. What's wrong with that?"

The seven big ones on the opposite side were all choked.

On the surface, there was nothing wrong with this logic.

Clap, clap, clap.

Young Master Li suddenly clapped and looked at Huang Yiqing who didn't look good with a smile.

"Wonderful, what a wonderful debate! But I am very curious about one thing..."

Everyone raised their ears and heard Young Master Li leisurely ask, "If you did not find a top amateur expert and actually had the confidence to win, would you still crazily provoke and clamor another driver to settle all the grudges in one lap?"

A sudden realization hit all of them.

"That's right! We were the ones who raised the bet. As soon as we opened our mouths, we were all pushed down by you. If there wasn't such an expert hidden, would you do this?"

"According to the rules, you won. You can take the money, but don't treat us like fools who can be played by you!"

In the midst of the crowd's fury, Huang Yiqing suddenly slammed the table.

"Stop!"

Everyone was stunned. They watched as this fellow jumped up excitedly and cried out, "Do I have a f*cking certainty of winning?"

Huh?

Even at this point, does he still refuse to admit that he was in debt?

Just as the big brothers were about to explode, they saw Huang Yiqing pouring out his grievances, and there were even some tears mixed in.

"I only bet a few million in total, okay?"

"I've been short of money recently. I only have a total of 20 to 30 million in cash. If I want to raise a child and open a shop, I can only bet a symbolic few million!"

"How much is the entire Shanghai club betting?"

"86 million!"

It's not as much as any of you. How can you tell that I have absolute confidence in winning?"

Fatty Fu slapped the table and stood up. "You dare to say that the 220 million which was thrown in at the last minute has nothing to do with you?"

"You're crazy! It really has nothing to do with me!"

Huang Yiqing roared back. He was so confident that he did not care.

"That bet was all placed by Wang Yan himself. He's already a young master and has plenty of money. He has absolute confidence in winning. What does that have to do with me? Huh?"

The seven big brothers across from him, as well as the group of tough guys around them, were all stunned.

Huang Yiqing was first firm, then soft. Layer by layer, he laid out the foundation for his ultimate goal. Finally, he revealed what he had been planning and completely cleared his name in one fell swoop.

Wang Siming was the first to believe it. This kind of thing sounded like Wang Yan's handiwork.

Huang Yiqing added another sentence and laid out his explanation to the limit.

"Wang Yan came late. He has never participated in a competition and has run the entire race properly. I know he's powerful, but where did he get the confidence to win?

"If you ask any of my club members, who knows what kind of strength Wang Yan has?

"Otherwise, why would he only have bet 86 million?

"It seems that we from Shanghai are all poor b*stards. We are not as rich as you people from Beijing, right?"

Everyone immediately looked at each other and basically believed in each other.

Fatty Fu frowned and asked, "What does that kid do? Did he have a relationship with anyone?"

Wang Siming's heart skipped a beat.

Huang Yiqing was still not satisfied even after picking himself out, so he added the last thorn stick.

"Who knows? But I'm still f*cking wronged! I could have gotten 20 million from gambling, but in the end, it has been diluted by his 220 million. Everyone is working for Young Master Wang!"

The two brothers beside him immediately chimed in.

"That's right! Initially, everyone braced themselves to support Wang Yan and planned to take a gamble. If he lost, then forget it. If he won, then he would become an instant hit. But now..."

"Don't talk about how you guys are wronged from counting money. If I won, then I would also be wronged too. What is this?"

With just two sentences, the coffin was nailed shut tightly.

The anger of most of the people in the room was ignited and pointed directly at Wang Yan.

The plan to bring trouble to the east was a great success!

Huang Yiqing sometimes did some stupid things, but when he was really shrewd, he could become an extremely shady character.

As for the other big brothers, they were not very angry, just felt that it was ridiculous.

Wang Yan had won the money with his own ability. As long as they were sure that he and Huang Yiqing did not collude in private, then they really could not blame him.

As long as Wang Yan had won the championship, everyone would lose in some form.

Moreover, a loss wasn't everything. There would not be much of a problem.

However, this kind of thing felt repulsive no matter how one thought about it.

"Where did this punk come from? Is he crazy about money?"

"That's right. How can one do something like that?"

"F*ck, how disgusting!"

Gradually, some people began to curse.

The top young masters did not care about the money they lost, but the followers who placed their bets did.

Not only did they suffer a terrible loss, they were also jealous of Wang Yan's fame and monetary gains from this. Their emotions were agitated.

Huang Yiqing heaved a sigh of relief, and a trace of malevolence flashed across his eyes.

At this moment, Black Tiger, who had been mingling in the crowd, quietly turned off his walkie-talkie. He curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, and a sneer appeared on his face.

The next second, the door of the private room was pushed open, and out of it jumped... pah pah pah!

A handsome man with a smile like a spring breeze and eyes filled with snow, rain, and frost walked slowly in the crowd of the Shanghai Club.

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