"Haha, Mr. Song, let's forget he cheated and cheated. He actually did such a despicable thing as injuring someone with a gun during the game. How can we let him be so easily spared?"
"Really? Is there such a thing?" Song Yehan pretended to be surprised on his handsome face and glanced at Qingmu and asked.
"No, he's talking nonsense." Aoki immediately denied it.
Now he would not admit it no matter what, and he definitely knew Song Yehan's strength and skill. He stepped forward to support him, and his confidence instantly increased.
Bang!
ah……
Zhang Yang stomped on his face, and Aoki's facial features were deformed by the kick, and he let out a scream.
"You idiot, the bullets are still in the car and you are still fooling around. How shameless."
After Zhang Yang finished scolding, he turned around, smiled and said to Song Yehan: "Master Song, do you believe me or him?"
"This..." Song Yehan had a troubled look on his face.
I was thinking about this fucking answer. If I say I believe you, what should you do if you continue to beat him? Wouldn’t it be more reasonable?
If you believe in Aoki, as a descendant of one of the four major families in the public eye, it is somewhat unjustifiable.
After all, China and Japan have a deep relationship. If I don't trust my own people and choose to trust Aoki, it won't be good for it to spread in the future.
"Hey, if you don't believe me, you can ask Wen Qian, I almost hurt her just now." Zhang Yang said with a helpless expression.
"Wen Qian, are you okay?"
Song Yehan asked knowingly, but he diverted everyone's attention and asked with concern.
Ye Wenqian did not answer, she could only purse her lips and nod, to express that what Zhang Yang said was true.
Almost everyone present knew that Ye Wenqian was Song Yehan's girlfriend, but she was very popular in the amateur racing world. Since she nodded her head and acknowledged it, no one had any doubts anymore.
"TMD, he's so insidious, he deserves to be beaten to death."
"That is, in order to win the game, you actually use such despicable methods, what should you do if you lose someone's life?"
"They actually use this method in China to let him know how powerful he is and beat him up."
…
After Brother Bao was brought down, these people became bolder and cursed angrily.
The muscles on Song Yehan's face twitched, and he deliberately showed an angry look and said: "Qingmu, for a racing car, you actually... Is the honor of racing so important to you? You are too impulsive and childish."
He said this very cleverly, and in one sentence he attributed everything to Aoki's impulsive and naive actions for the sake of the honor of racing.
"Mr. Song, I know I was wrong."
Aoki is not a fool, and he can naturally understand the meaning of Song Yehan's words. Even he cannot control the situation in front of him. If he continues to cheat, he may be beaten to death.
Compromising is the best way. No one was killed anyway. As long as he bows his head and admits his mistake, with the strength and prestige of one of the four major families, it shouldn't be a problem to save himself.
"well!"
Song Yehan let out a helpless sigh for the first time, looked at Qingmu with a sad face for a while, then turned to Zhang Yang and said: "I also know that his behavior is unforgivable, but considering that he is the son of my business partner, I can't forgive him.
I apologized to you for killing him this time."
His expressions of helplessness, embarrassment, and regret kept changing, but they were very lifelike, but this kind of plea for mercy was very old-fashioned, and people could immediately understand that it was a fake excuse.
However, as the son of one of the four major families and a young and promising figure in Beidu, his words naturally carry a certain weight.
Although most of the onlookers were young people from the second generation, they were obviously still wary of him compared with the strength of the four major families.
Therefore, no one dared to express dissatisfaction or even make a fuss, as if they were all waiting for Zhang Yang to make a decision.
"Since Young Master Song is begging for mercy, you must give him some face."
Zhang Yang pondered for a while, then continued with a smile: "But about the entry fee..."
"Money is easy to talk about. I'll pay for the 500,000 entry fee for him." Song Yehan agreed.
He thought to himself, "You must have said it earlier?" After struggling for a long time, it turned out to be just for this little money? The national honor was shouted loudly, and in the end, it turned out to be this purpose...
"Master Song misunderstood, they are a group, not 500,000, but 3 million for six people."
"It's easy to say, for the sake of business cooperation, I will pay for them."
Song Yehan didn't want to continue to be entangled, and he also said very grandly. He did this for the sake of business.
When Ye Wenqian heard about him asking for money, she was a little bit dumbfounded. She was originally moved by his enthusiasm, but now she heard him bargaining for money, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"I feel relieved with Mr. Song's words."
Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Ye Wenqian and continued: "You should be very familiar with Wenqian's account. Just send the money to her. Without her, there is no way I would win this competition."
"Wow, so generous."
"Yes, more than three million yuan was given to Sister Qian?"
"Mr. Song is Sister Qian's boyfriend. What does he mean by doing this?"
…
He gave away more than three million yuan in just one sentence. Even the second-generation drivers were extremely surprised and started talking in low voices.
Of course, the more important thing is that Song Yehan has said that he paid for Qingmu and the others, but Zhang Yang gave the money to his girlfriend Ye Wenqian. This move and meaning are too bizarre.
"I don't want the money." Ye Wenqian stepped forward and refused.
She had the same thought in her heart. How could she accept the money? If she agreed, it would be disrespectful to Song Yehan.
"I know you don't care about money, but you have to pay for it with your life."
Zhang Yang glanced at her, his eyes full of unscrupulous tenderness and continued: "The money is very clean, Mr. Song just advanced it for them. I know you are also short of money, so you have to plan for yourself in the future. You
I also said that I won’t count on others.”
Ye Wenqian's mouth twitched. Every word he said was very ordinary and very realistic. It was not sweet words, but it moved her extremely.
"Yes, I will make the money back through business cooperation, so there is no need for you to refuse." Song Yehan smiled and continued to say to Ye Wenqian: "Tomorrow I will have someone transfer the money to your card. This money belongs to you.
Own."
"This matter is settled." Zhang Yang said with a satisfied smile.
"Yeah." Song Yehan was also very satisfied with the result.
Money doesn't matter to him. Although today's ending is not as perfect as he imagined and even a little unexpected, it can save Aoki and has no impact on him at all.
Click!
ah……
When everyone thought the matter was over, Zhang Yang suddenly turned around and hit Aoki hard on the knee with a baseball bat.
With a crisp sound of bones, Aoki's kneecaps were violently shattered, and he kept rolling and screaming on the ground holding his legs.
"you……"
The facial features on Song Yehan's face began to distort, and his fists were clenched tightly, showing the anger in his heart.
"I originally thought I wanted to destroy his legs and make him sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
With a bright smile on his face, Zhang Yang threw the baseball bat to the ground and continued: "For Mr. Song's sake, just lose one of your legs, but never think about participating in racing again and using such despicable and obscene means to harm others.
.”
…
After finishing speaking, he completely ignored Song Yehan's murderous look, turned around, walked to Brother Bao who was lying on the ground and said, "Brother Bao, where's the money?"
"what money?"
Brother Bao was seriously injured and his breathing was a little rapid. He could clearly see the miserable state of Aoki just now.
When he saw Zhang Yang coming over, his heart was already lifted, his face turned pale with fright, and he asked with a trembling voice.
"Pretending to be confused?" Zhang Yang frowned and said with a fierce look in his eyes.
"no no……"
Brother Bao felt a chill rising up his back. He broke into a cold sweat as he hurriedly explained. He was stunned for a moment before he understood.
He said: "It's all over there. All the money is in the box on the car. You can just take it all."
Zhang Yang stood up, walked to the truck and saw a gray suitcase. He pulled it over and opened it, which was filled with neat wads of cash.
"I told you to rent your car, and the rent was all bet. We won, and the money belongs to you." After he fastened the box, he walked up to Ye Wenqian and said.
"Thanks."
Ye Wenqian did not refuse, and reached out to take the suitcase, with a painful curve at the corner of her mouth, a helpless smile on her pretty face, and tears flashing in her bright eyes.
He continued: "It's time for me to go back. Goodbye!"
She was not moved by what Zhang Yang had done, and was even filled with grievances and pain inside.
The overt and covert fight between Song Yehan and Zhang Yang, but she seemed to have become a pawn between the two, made her feel exhausted mentally and physically, and she just wanted to escape from this place quickly, or never want to see them again.
One was her boyfriend, and the other was the person with whom she had just won a life-and-death competition. She felt that both of them were equally important, but equally strange.
Her boyfriend began to become hypocritical, completely subverting her past feelings and impressions of him, causing her to struggle and suffer.
When Zhang Yang was in the racing car, the two of them had a tacit understanding. Although there was danger between life and death, not only did he not feel timid, he even felt the calm and unrestrained passion.
But once he left the racing car, he and I were in two different worlds.
"Wen Qian, I'll take you back." Song Yehan took two steps quickly and said with concern.
"No, thank you."
…
"Sister Qian, I will go back with you." Tiantian shouted.
She hasn't come out to say hello since the racing ended. It's no wonder that everything that happened was too twists and turns, everyone was in surprise, and no one remembered to give polite congratulations.
When she saw Ye Wenqian leaving alone, she realized that Tiantian could understand her difficulties, so she wanted to go back with her. It would be more appropriate to comfort her.
"No, I want to be quiet for a while." Ye Wenqian declined her kindness, her voice choked with sobs, and her tears fell inadvertently, which made people feel extremely distressed.
She turned around and left, her slender figure looking particularly lonely and desolate under the light. She walked to the scarred red Ferrari, threw the suitcase into the car, and drove away. (To be continued)