Seeing that no one responded, Lin Xiao spoke again.
In the end, the man who spoke before took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "My name is Wang Ziming, I wonder who you are?"
The Wang family, like the Mo family, is a second-rate family in Beicheng, but its strength is slightly stronger than that of the destroyed Mo family, but it is still on the same level as the Zhang family.
As the eldest son of a second-rate family in Beicheng, Wang Ziming's status is naturally the tallest among this group of young people.
As for the others, they are basically third-rate, or even the sons and daughters of a low-level CEO of a certain group.
In the city of Beicheng, class status is divided very clearly.
Young men such as the eight major families in Beicheng are naturally the first echelon.
The families at the top of the second-rate families are the second echelon.
Those young men further down, even if they are from second-rate families, will find it difficult to squeeze into the first and second echelons.
This is not only a gap in wealth, but also a huge gap in status and strength!
"I know what you are thinking."
"But you don't have to think too much, I just came here accidentally, saw you racing here, and wanted to play with you on a whim."
"No need to guess who I am, I am just an ordinary person."
Lin Xiao glanced at the dozen young people with a smile and said.
Hearing this, everyone was slightly stunned.
Then Wang Ziming said in a deep voice: "Okay, since you are interested in competing with us, I will bring you one."
"But there is a bet in our game. Everyone who participates in the game puts out one million as a bet, and the winner takes all the money."
"Let me remind you, there are a few of us who are very good at racing. Even in the entire Beicheng circle, there are not many people who can be ahead of us."
Lin Xiao smiled and nodded, then said: "Okay, I understand."
"To whom will one million be transferred?"
Seeing that Lin Xiao was so cheerful and even wanted to transfer money to participate in the competition after Wang Ziming reminded him, everyone was undoubtedly stunned.
Then everyone was sure of one thing, the guy in front of them was really rich!
One million, even for these people present, is not a small amount.
Even for Wang Ziming, the eldest son of a second-rate family, his monthly expenses are only around ten million, and this one million is equivalent to one-tenth of his monthly expenses.
"Jingle Bell!"
Before Wang Ziming could speak, Lin Xiao's cell phone suddenly rang.
Taking out his mobile phone and looking at the three words Li Tianyuan on the screen, Lin Xiao raised a smile.
"Hello? Brother! Why didn't you say anything to me when you came to the company?"
"I'll make it clear to you first. I'm not a miner. It's really that bitch Bai Ying who is too clingy. She insists on pestering me to have dinner with her, which delays me from going to the company!"
"Hello? Brother, why don't you speak? Is it because the signal is not good?"
As soon as the call was connected, Li Tianyuan's voice came from the phone.
There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, as if he was afraid that Lin Xiao would misunderstand him.
Lin Xiao shook his head, smiled, and said calmly: "I'm preparing to race with someone, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
"If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly. If nothing happens, I'll hang up."