Chapter 116 - Chapter 116 - 116: Limit Track (2/2)
Tong Ming’s pupils suddenly dilated, as his top race car drivers wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow.
Such a sudden challenge on the extreme track indeed caught him off guard.
With no other choice, Tong Ming could only dial his phone to ask those top drivers to come earlier.
But what Tong Ming didn’t expect was that he couldn’t get through to any of the drivers’ phones.
Just as he was feeling frustrated, his phone suddenly received several contract termination notices.
Tong Ming immediately realized that someone might have played him.
The amusement on the middle-aged man’s face gradually turned into mockery.
“Mr. Tong, if you don’t accept the challenge, you’ll be conceding defeat. Not only will your team belong to Mr. Zhao, but you also won’t be allowed to enter the racing industry for the next ten years,” he said.
Grinding his teeth, Tong Ming coldly looked at the middle-aged man.
“Are you teaching me what to do?” he asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two bodyguards beside Tong Ming directly approached the man.
The middle-aged man was startled. “Mr. Tong, this is a gambling agreement you signed with Mr. Zhao. It has nothing to do with me!”
Tong Ming’s anger reached its peak, as he hadn’t expected the Zhao family to play dirty with him.
The eight drivers he had available simply couldn’t complete the Monte Carlo track.
If they were forced to compete, they might end up dead or at best permanently disabled.
“How about I give it a try?”
Chen Yu, holding a spoon, smiled as he walked out of the kitchen.
His physical condition had now reached the ultimate human limit; he had heard the entire conversation outside loud and clear.
Tong Ming’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Son-in-law, that’s extreme racing, a life-threatening competition,” he said.
Chen Yu spread his hands. “The Monte Carlo track? I had the fortune to run it once when I was in college,” he said.
Admittedly, that was a bit of a boast, but under the circumstances, Chen Yu had no other choice but to say so. Otherwise, Tong Ming would never let him go.
Tong Ya stared at Chen Yu in shock. “Husband, you…?”
Chen Yu raised his hand to interrupt Tong Ya. “Don’t worry, for me, it’s just a small race,” he assured her.
As he spoke, Chen Yu began to remove his chef’s uniform.
The middle-aged man let out a scoff. “A mere chef, he’s practically courting death!”
Then, he stuffed the documents he was carrying into Chen Yu’s hands and quickly left with his staff.
“Son-in-law, listen to me. We don’t have to go to such a race! It’s my miscalculation this time. It’s not the end of the world if we give up racing,” Tong Ming said.
Chen Yu shook his head. “If I don’t go, you’ll be losing not just a racing team but also a commercial value of nearly two billion!” he said.
While speaking, Chen Yu had already gone to the nearby garage and climbed into a modified Formula car.
By the time everyone realized what was happening, Chen Yu was already driving the car slowly onto the track.
Tong Ya pounded on Tong Ming’s chest with resentment.
“If anything happens to Chen Yu today, I’ll never forgive you for the rest of my life,” she said.
Tong Ming was also helpless, as the Tong family and the Zhao family were business archenemies.
In the capital, the two families had fought fiercely, and the situation was no different in Suzhou City, still antagonistic as ever.
Moreover, he had never expected the Zhao family to resort to underhanded tactics.
Just moments ago, he was ready to give up on the race, especially considering his current business arrangements in Suzhou City, which were enough to crush the Zhao family.
But now that Chen Yu had entered the track, it was all too late.