I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

If this isn't shameless, then what is it?

Qi Feng didn't take Ji Shiyu's words seriously. He knew very well that a butcher knife was not necessary to kill a chicken, but having a butcher knife was another symbol of power.

He likes to show off and likes to see others crying and begging him.

He wanted to make Wen Wan regret offending him for the rest of her life.

"Who said Eric isn't from our club? Who can prove he isn't from our club?" He sneered, raised an eyebrow and casually asked the lackeys around him, "Who can prove it?"

"I can prove that Eric is a member of our Royal Supercar Club."

One of the lackeys said in a flattering manner, and the other lackeys quickly agreed.

"Yes, I also proved that he belongs to our club."

"that's right."

Ji Shiyu looked at the ugly faces of these people and felt annoyed and worried.

"I've never seen such shameless people. It's fine if you're using your numbers to bully the minority, but now you've brought in a four-time F1 champion professional racer. What's the difference between that and just declaring Eric the champion?"

"That can't be helped. The bet has been established, and we must decide the winner today."

As soon as Qi Feng stretched out his hand, the lackey put a piece of A4 paper in his hand.

He shook the thin A4 paper in his hand and said arrogantly, "She and I signed an agreement in black and white. She must complete the entire race alone. So, you, a ragtag racer, go back to where you came from."

"Qi Feng, what kind of man are you if you bully a woman?" Ji Shiyu was annoyed and raised his voice.

"You signed this agreement willingly, how can that be considered bullying? Ji Shi, please stop being so sentimental. Can't you see that she doesn't even want to accept your kindness?"

Wen Wan ignored Qi Feng's nagging and looked at Ji Shiyu, "I heard there's a bet?"

"Hey, what's up? I'm about to lose this car, and you're feeling unbalanced and want to get it back from somewhere else?" Qi Feng, with a face as thin as a monkey, moved closer to Wen Wan's car window.

"I'm going to make you despair. I'm the banker for this match. Eric's odds are 1 to 0.5, but Eric's maximum bet is 100 million. Forget about trying to earn that money back from him."

"For other players, there's no limit on the amount. Seeded players get 20% to 10% of the money, and for mediocre players like you, the money is 10% to 10%. Why don't you bet on others? Maybe you'll get lucky and turn things around." Qi Feng said, throwing his head back and laughing.

The group of lackeys behind him also laughed.

Ji Shiyu's expression became serious, "Sister Wan, don't be fooled by him."

Wen Wan curled the corners of her charming lips and hooked her finger at Qi Feng.

Qi Feng's face was full of sarcasm. He leaned closer to the car window and said without holding back, "Regret it, despair, it's too late to surrender now."

Wen Wan narrowed her eyes slightly, stretched out a check between two fingers from the car window, and the check hit Qi Feng's face.

Qi Feng subconsciously closed his eyes and took a step back. "You are fucking sick. You got so angry that you threw a broken thing at me."

Wen Wan looked at Ji Shiyu with a cold and indifferent expression, "One hundred million to buy my first place."

"One hundred million? You are number one? I see that you have gone crazy before you even lost the game. You dare to say that a piece of torn paper is worth one hundred million." Qi Feng shouted.

Ji Shiyu picked up the check and saw the amount on it, and his starry eyes blinked twice.

It’s really a check for 100 million.

How rich is this sister? What’s the difference between betting 100 million on herself to win and throwing it into the water?

He felt bad for her even though she lost 155 million in one game.

Thinking of this, Ji Shiyu looked at the person behind him with sympathy in his eyes. His future wife was such a spendthrift, and his brother was destined not to be able to lie down like him.

To borrow a famous saying of Gu Chi, time is a life of hard work.

"Who said this is a piece of torn paper? Qi Feng, open your dog eyes and see, this is a check from the Imperial Bank." Ji Shi held the thin check between two fingers and shook it in front of Qi Feng's face.

Qi Feng took a closer look and found that it was indeed a check from the Imperial Bank. He was shocked for a moment, then returned to normal.