Reborn in the arms of a wealthy rival [Transmigration Book]

On a warm and sunny morning, the servants in Yi Chengyun's private villa were all crowded in the kitchen, poking their heads one by one. No one dared to approach the dining table where one side was covered with dark clouds and the other side was sunny.

"It's a very happy thing to be able to eat a hot and delicious breakfast every day."

Elegantly cutting the bacon on the plate into small pieces, Yi Chengyun carefully observed the reaction on the other side, while raising the glass filled with orange juice and asking:

"Do you agree?"

Wen Zheng slammed the knife and fork tightly, gritted his teeth and replied:

"Do you know what happiness is? Happiness is that what I am cutting is not an omelette, but your face!"

Looking at his expression, Yi Chengyun knew that Wen Zheng still didn't remember anything, his heart sank, he pretended not to care and said:

"This time I used pure natural, no additives, edible pigments. You washed it very clean, and you can't tell that you have dug coal..."

Wishing he could throw the knife and fork in his face, Wen Zheng retorted while poking the poor fried egg:

"You've only ever dug coal! You've been cheating on me, you've been at a disadvantage, you're just a little turtle!"

Yi Chengyun must be angry about losing to him, Wen Zheng thought, what a stingy president.

The breakfast ended with the two talking to each other. Yi Chengyun put on his coat and said to Wen Zheng who was about to go upstairs to change:

"The contract with the racecourse will be finalized this afternoon, and they expect to complete the handover within five days. You and I will go over and have a look."

After a pause, Wen Zheng lowered his shoulders, remembering what the coach said to him yesterday:

"We rejected Mr. Yi many times at first, but he kept lobbying, saying that he hoped to give you the greatest support, and then the whole team was moved by him."

He is not a child, so the so-called "impressed" means treatment without even thinking about it.And God knows what price Yi Chengyun would pay for such a group of people who are used to serving the British nobles to go to a foreign country.

Turning his head away, Wen Zheng didn't have the courage to look directly into the man's eyes, and only said in a very small voice:

"I will work hard."

But Yi Chengyun made an inch of it: "Speak up, I can't hear you clearly."

Wen Zheng rolled his eyes at him: "Go check your ears."

At the beginning, Wen Zheng took a fancy to this villa because it was the largest private horse farm in the province, covering an area of ​​150 hectares, with more than 30 stables, equipped with professional competition training venues, well-designed stables, horse hospital, horse swimming pool, and Grass maintenance area...

The advantages are endless, and it is an excellent facility that will leave even the most discerning jockey untouched.

The agreed time was at four o'clock in the afternoon, and Wen Zheng only needed 15 minutes to walk from the villa to the racecourse. From a distance, he saw Yi Chengyun's black business car parked at the door.

"Thank you Mr. Yi for your generosity."

When the receptionist welcomed Wen Zheng into the conference room, the former owner of the racecourse was shaking hands with Yi Chengyun, and his expression seemed very satisfied with the terms of the contract:

"We have contacted all the horse owners here, and they all expressed their expectation that Mr. Yi will take over the racecourse."

Yi Chengyun still had that paralyzed face: "Thank you."

Seeing Wen Zheng walk in, the original owner of the racecourse was an acquaintance with him, so he took advantage of the situation and praised:

"The two of you are a perfect match. Xiao Zheng, a rising star in equestrianism, is enviable to be cared for by Mr. Yi."

Replying "Where is it?" Wen Zheng secretly slandered: His "love" can kill anger at any time.

"This list is the information of the horse owners and horses who are willing to provide horse racing. Take a look."

After handing over a catalog to Wen Zheng, the manager of the racecourse that the original owner will take over, and Yi Chengyun's assistant to confirm the details, he invited:

"If you are interested, you might as well try it."

Wen Zheng and Yi Chengyun looked at each other, nodded and said, "Okay."

The two of them walked out of the meeting room side by side, just in time to see the horseman preparing to send a horse to the carriage. According to the plan, at least ten single-room stables will be vacated here to accommodate the racehorses that Wen requisitioned.

"Send these away, will it offend people?"

The people who can put the horses here are either rich or noble. Although Wen Zheng knows the power of the Yi family, he doesn't want to cause trouble:

"There are only sixteen horses on the list, and the others are all sent away?"

"My assistant talked to them. The retired horses will be sent to the Yi family's ranch in the north of China, and those with potential will be sent to the equestrian base invested by the Yi family in South Africa for training. The first year's maintenance fee will be waived."

Knowing what he was worried about, when Yi Chengyun talked about the racecourse, he naturally thought of ways to deal with the aftermath:

"Most horse owners are satisfied, except..."

They were still talking when they suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"There are three hours left, I hope you will hurry up."

The two followed the sound and saw a dozen or so people holding large light boards, cameras, makeup boxes, etc. by the fence of the grass, surrounding a young man in jockey uniform like stars holding the moon.

Yi Chengyun took a full look at the flash of anger in Wen Zheng's eyes, and asked an assistant beside him: "What's going on?"

"Mr. Wen Qi had a horse here before, so the owner of the racecourse has been acquiescing to him to take publicity photos here."

The assistant was keenly aware of the displeasure in the boss's words, and immediately understood, trying to remedy it:

"However, his horse will be transported away tonight. I will communicate with him later and tell him that he cannot do this in the future."

"Tell who?"

The protagonist of the original book—Wen Qi didn’t know when he approached the two of them. He waved his hand like a queen, and asked the assistant around him to step back. , stretched out his hand to Yi Chengyun, and said:

"I heard that Mr. Yi took over here? It's really ruthless to ask the old residents to leave as soon as he came. My horse has been raised here for three years. I don't know if Fan Rui will be used to living there."

Raising his hand to put on Wen Zheng's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, Yi Chengyun felt the man's back tense, like a cat arching its back ready to attack; he shook Wen Qi's hand back expressionlessly, and quickly Let go, answer neither salty nor weak:

"Fan's racecourse is in the next province, not too far away, so it shouldn't be too far away."

In the book, it is set as a heartthrob, Wen Qi looks exquisite and soft, and there is a small tear mole under the eye of the charming peach blossom, people who are not familiar with his nature, just listening to him will make their hearts soften:

"But I often come here for publicity. The three horses are birthday presents from my grandfather, father and Fan Rui. I will be very sad if they are not with me."

With a sneer, Wen Zheng was tired of seeing his tricks, and mercilessly exposed him:

"You only think of them when you take pictures. I don't know if there are 24 hours of riding them in a year."

"Why are you married to someone else, and you don't know how to respect elder brother?"

Wen Qi deliberately raised his voice so that other people present could hear him. He was not at all irritated by Wen Zheng, after all, the target was Yi Chengyun:

"Mr. Yi, although our two families are currently in conflict, how can we say that the two are in-laws? You don't want to. After a few days of marriage, no one from the Wen family will show up, right?"

Pressing Wen Zheng who was about to explode, Yi Chengyun's expression remained unchanged, he turned his head and asked the assistant beside him calmly:

"Did I remember wrongly? Did you send the invitation to Wen's family?"

He looked calm, but the assistant who had been with the boss for many years saw the clue instantly and shook his head desperately:

"Absolutely not! It was only sent to a few influential seniors at home and abroad."

"That's right,"

Nodding slightly to the terrified assistant, a faint smile appeared on Yi Chengyun's face, with the same indifferent expression:

"If there are guests who are not on the list, there will be bad influence, please cooperate."

After a pause, he lowered his head slightly to look at Wen Zheng, his tone softened unknowingly:

"Or do you wish to invite them? I'll have someone change it right away."

Quite unaccustomed to his gentle attitude, Wen Zheng complained ten thousand words from the bottom of his heart, but immediately understood his intentions, took the opportunity to lean on him, gave him a disgusting "electric eye", and deliberately poked him with his index finger his face:

"Old Gong really understands my thoughts, I listen to you~"

Yi Chengyun, who seemed to be hit by a [-]-volt crit: ...

The Wen family originally thought that Yi Chengyun only regarded Wen Zheng as a toy, and waited for Wen Zheng to be "thrown away every day", never expecting to see this.

Wen Qi's face turned pale for a moment, and he glanced at his side intentionally or unintentionally, and immediately a man stepped forward:

"This is too much, you two have to call Qiqi 'Brother' according to your seniority, what is it to bully others?"

The speaker was a little taller than Wen Qi, barely able to look at Yi Chengyun at eye level, with the posture of a flower protector.

Yi Chengyun raised his eyes, with a half-smile: "Who is this?"

Wen Zheng recognized him, and one of Wen Qi's suitors—Peng Lin, a jockey for speed racing; just when Peng Lin was loading the horses, when he saw and heard about Qi, he clung to him like a bee seeing honey.

This person is dead set on Wen Qi, just to get a look from his sweetheart, he offends Yi Chengyun for him without knowing it.Wen Zheng didn't know whether he should praise his courage, but couldn't help mocking:

"Where did the two of us bully others? Are you a three-year-old? Even if his horse doesn't go to Fan Rui, you can't turn the spare tire into a regular one. Wake up."

Being poked at the sore spot, Peng Lin's face turned livid, and Yi Chengyun's assistant echoed in due course:

"I was there the day the owner of the racecourse called. It was Mr. Fan who proposed to take over Mr. Wen Qi's horse. Mr. Wen Qi also nodded in agreement. I don't know why Mr. Wen Qi changed his mind now."

Putting one hand on Peng Lin's arm, Wen Qi comforted him while glaring at Wen Zheng, warning coldly:

"Peng Lin is my good friend, not some spare tire."

"Stop."

Frowning and rubbing his forehead, Yi Chengyun raised his hand to signal, and stopped the brother war that was about to break out in a cold voice:

"Now that we have figured it out, this farce ends here. As for Mr. Wen Qi, I believe that Fan Rui will welcome you to bring all your 'good friends' to publicize from time to time. If you are embarrassed to speak up, I will do it for you later. Ask, excuse me."

Wen Qi's expression changed: "You..."

"and many more."

Qi is just called a "spare tire", and Peng Lin has heard a lot of Wen Qi's "complaints", all of which are bad things about Wen Zheng, so he must fight for his breath:

"Do you dare to compete with me? You lose, let Qiqi's horse stay here."

Wen Qi immediately realized that this was a good opportunity: if Peng Lin wins, his horse will stay here, so as to create more opportunities to get in touch with Yi Chengyun and make Fan Rui jealous; if Peng Lin loses, he just takes the opportunity to get rid of This mindless spare tire kills two birds with one stone.

So he frowned lightly, glanced at Wen Zheng, and made a look of embarrassment:

"But this is not what Xiaozheng practiced. Will people say that you bullied him?"

Knowing that the other side was provoking him, Wen Zheng ignored Yi Chengyun's hint and raised his voice to challenge:

"Compare, compare, who is afraid of who!"