Chapter 477: Chapter 219: One Hundred Million Wager

Yang Chen and Wang Qian Ni arrived at the private room.

The chef, along with his assistant and tools, also came to the private room and started preparing the full fish feast right in front of them.

Wang Qian Ni smiled and said, "Chen Lijun is really willing to spend money this time, reserving 100 pounds of tuna and even hiring a chef for onsite preparation. It looks like he genuinely wants to learn your drifting technique. Are you teaching him this afternoon?"

"Yes! I’ve already agreed to teach him, so I have to deliver on my promise. However, this depends on his own understanding. I can’t formally teach him every day; at most, I’ll teach him for an afternoon," Yang Chen replied.

The chef first made sashimi, which Yang Chen and Wang Qian Ni started eating.

Wang Qian Ni ate with delight, but Yang Chen didn’t really like raw things and stopped eating after reluctantly taking two bites.

After a while, Chen Lijun and Wang Zijun returned.

Yang Chen encouraged them to sit down quickly and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Chen Lijun laughed and replied, "It’s nothing serious, just a little cut and some swelling. It’ll be fine in a few days."

Then, Chen Lijun took out a 1-million-dollar check issued by Zhang Jiacheng and asked, "Brother Chen, this check is quite tricky. Should I cash it or not?"

Knowing that Chen Lijun was afraid of Zhang Jiacheng, Yang Chen laughed and took out a checkbook to write him a check for 1 million, then took his check over, saying, "Cash mine, and I’ll cash his one."

This way, Zhang Jiacheng wouldn’t find trouble with Chen Lijun; if he really caused a fuss, Yang Chen would become the target.

Chen Lijun hurriedly returned Yang Chen’s check, saying, "Brother Chen, if you dare to cash it, just go ahead. I give it to you. Take your check back; you don’t have to give it to me."

Yang Chen laughed and said, "A deal is a deal; I have no reason to take your money for free. Keep it safely, and enjoy your meal. Oh, by the way, my Phaeton is at your mom’s place. Please hurry them to repair it for me."

Chen Lijun nodded and said, "Okay, okay. I’ll call my mom tonight to check on the progress."

On the other side, Zhang Jiacheng and his group went to a western restaurant to eat and drink recklessly.

Li Tao, this son of a gun, just wanted to instigate, so he deliberately said, "Damn, that kid is too arrogant. Damn, he’s just a ride-hailing driver, how dare he? Among us here, any one of us could easily defeat him! Damn it, bullied by a ride-hailing driver, I can’t swallow this anger."

Zhang Hai: "That kid is really capable of fighting! What can we do if we don’t agree? Damn!"

Zhang Jiacheng sneered coldly, "Very capable of fighting? You think he’s Jackie Chan? Fighting ten by himself? Once I finish my current affairs, I’ll gather people to surround him and see if he can fight ten by himself! Damn!"

Buffett and the other three foreigners couldn’t understand their words, but could interpret their expressions and body language.

Buffett said, "Mr. Zhang, I’ll reiterate, what we want is safety and stability. We don’t want you to get caught up in lawsuits. Do you understand?"

Gates: "Mr. Zhang, you know, what we’re doing can’t be known to more people. You should always remember to maintain a low profile. Unless someone really shits on your head, you should bear it. Once you earn a lot of money, your enemies will automatically submit to you. You understand this principle, right?"

Zhang Jiacheng laughed heartily and said, "I understand! Rest assured, I know how to handle this and definitely won’t affect our cooperation nor cause you any trouble."

Soon, Yang Chen and the others finished their lunch.

Although they ate with effort, there were still over 50 pounds of unused tuna left.

Chen Lijun asked the restaurant to pack it with ice and send it to Yang Chen’s home.

Back at the racetrack.

The staff had already started preparing for the race.

As luck would have it, Yang Chen and his group encountered Zhang Jiacheng and his crew again.

With foreigners present, Zhang Jiacheng did not bring up the restaurant incident.

However, one of those three foreigners, Schult, was a professional racer and would be participating in the afternoon’s race with Chen Lijun.

So, Zhang Jiacheng asked, "Chen Lijun, dare to play a bet? Let’s gamble on who ranks better between you and Mr. Schult. If you have a better rank, I’ll lose 2 million to you. If Mr. Schult ranks better, you lose 2 million to me. How’s that?"

Chen Lijun knew his own driving skills and was no match for Schult.

If he agreed, it would be like giving Zhang Jiacheng 2 million for free.

"Brother Cheng, don’t joke; gambling isn’t legal!" Chen Lijun politely refused.

Zhang Jiacheng laughed loudly, "Just admit you’re a coward, forget the gambling legality."

"Haha..." Zhang Jiacheng’s group laughed heartily.

Chen Lijun gritted his teeth and turned to Yang Chen, saying, "Brother Chen, why don’t you race him for a lap?"

Yang Chen shook his head, "Not interested."

Zhang Jiacheng immediately said, "Oh, seems like this ride-hailing driver brother has good driving skills. How about a competition? Raise the bet to 10 million. Are you daring enough?"

Yang Chen shook his head, "Less than a billion, I have no interest."

Zhang Jiacheng’s group was initially shocked, then burst into laughter.

"You sure dare to talk! Less than a billion is no interest, do you know how many zeros a billion has?"

"Really ignorant and fearless, a mere ride-hailing driver still boasts such big words."

"Do you have a billion? Saying less than a billion has no interest."

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Yang Chen looked at Chen Lijun and Wang Zijun and said, "I don’t, but they do. The key is whether you have that much money."

Zhang Jiacheng sneered and quickly communicated with Schult.