I'm a manager at Heliansheng, I only look for legitimate businesses

Zhang Wen's car is a McLaren F1, which is the same as Cheng Long's car, and the modification techniques are also the same, so it is very fair.

However, this was Zhang Wen’s first time competing in a racetrack. Normally, when he had nothing to do, he would just run around the streets of Hong Kong in this space.

But his physical fitness is too strong, his nerve reaction ability is also inhuman, and the key is that he has a big heart.

Crossing the line to turn, drifting to overtake, quick hands, quick legs, quick reactions.

Although he was not familiar with the track, the experience he had accumulated over the years in space still allowed Cheng Long to only see the taillights of the car in front.

By the time Cheng Long finished the race, Zhang Wen had already lit up a cigar and started smoking with Hong Jinbao at the finish line.

"Boss, I'm convinced, I'm convinced." As soon as Cheng Long got out of the car, he took off his helmet and began to worship.

"Hahaha, how does it compare to that blind Heng?" Zhang Wen asked while smoking a cigar.

"Strong, very strong. I accept the defeat sincerely. That idiot Heng just relied on his familiarity with the track and kept pressing my car, so I don't accept it." Cheng Long explained.

"Are you convinced? This is what they mean. There are always people better than you. Control your temper in the future," Hong Jinbao taught.

"Yes, yes, I know." Cheng Long walked forward, hugged his eldest brother and laughed.

"Okay, do you want to go back with me or stay here and play?" Zhang Wen asked.

"Let's go back. We've all suffered losses from gambling before, so we haven't played it for a long time." Cheng Long and Hong Jinbao shook their heads and said.

"Good, not betting is the way to win." Zhang Wen praised.

Before the charity match started, another important event forced Zhang Wen to fly to Japan.

Michael is here.

The first stop of his global concert was in Japan.

Zhang Guorong, Zhang Xueyou, Meigu, Nakamura Akina, Beyonce Band, and Cheng Long will be the guest singers after the first show.

This is a great honor.

Zhang Wen was not ignorant, and he gave Michael a song "The Lazy Song" after the first concert.

Michael, who was so busy that he almost forgot about coming to Hong Kong, was stunned again. He insisted that he would come and meet Wen after the concert was over.

At this point, Zhang Wen was a little dumbfounded, but soon he let it go. Whatever happens, just attribute it all to inspiration.

Just live your life and take care of your kids.

Soon, a sunny weekend came.

The Haojing Circuit was packed with people and colorful flags were flying. Every star that entered the circuit would cause cheers from the stands.

There were not only audiences from Macau, but also audiences from Hong Kong who came across the sea.

Zhang Wen not only brought his own stars, but stars from other companies were also present. However, they were all from the film industry, and there was not a single one from the television industry.

This shows the strength of Brothers Film and Television, as 80% of the top male and female stars in the film industry are under its banner.

Even now Yongsheng’s leading actress jumped over from Brothers Film and Television.

Xin Yi Cheng’s star lineup is stronger, but only Hong Gu and Zeng Xiaopang came to participate.

I heard that since Xu Ke set up a studio and cooperated with Brothers Film and Television, Zeng Xiaopang also had some ideas. However, he did not have the ability to set up a studio and just thought about blocking it.

It seems that Xin Yicheng is not far from disintegration.

"Hello, Master Wen!"

"Hello, Master Wen!"

As the race was about to start, Sangju walked into Zhang Wen's lounge with a middle-aged man of the same age as him.

"Are you the bathroom bastard? Sit down." Zhang Wen didn't stand up, but just pointed to the seat in front of him.

"Master Wen, there's no need to sit down. I'm here just to ask you to cancel the bet. I'll let Xia Heng pour tea and admit his mistake. And please be merciful and let our Shuifang go." Shuifang Lai said he was surrendering, but he was still stiff.

"Haha, it's about to start, and you cancel it now, are you kidding me?" Zhang Wen glared and said in a cold voice.

"I dare not, I dare not, here is a check for 1000 million, please smile, Mr. Wen." Zhang Wen's murderous aura made the temperature in the room drop by several degrees. Shuifang Lai was no longer hard, and immediately bent forward and handed over a check with both hands.

"It's funny. I prepared for this competition, and you can just give me 1000 million to get rid of me?" Zhang Wen did not take his check and continued in a cold voice.

"Well, Mr. Wen, please tell me a set of rules, and I will definitely do it if it can be done." Shuifang Lai said carefully.

"The competition will go on as usual, and I will still donate the money if I lose. If you lose, you don't have to pay it off all at once. I'll give you a year. How about that?" Zhang Wen estimated that he couldn't raise so much money, so he wanted to spend some small amount to avoid disaster.

"This..." Shuifang Lai's expression was uncertain.

"Hmm?" Zhang Wen raised his eyes.

"Okay, okay, no problem, Mr. Wen, you take a rest first, I'll go watch the race." Seeing that Zhang Wen was about to get angry again, Shui Fanglai agreed without hesitation.

After he left in a hurry, Zhang Wen looked at Sangju and asked, "What happened?"

"Puchi~~~" Sangju burst out laughing.

"He overestimates his own abilities. When I told him the conditions, he agreed immediately. He thought he was so capable that he could compete with you, Master Wen.

As a result, starting from the next day, the He family cut off his loan business.

It’s even worse recently. All the underground casinos, big and small, in Haojiang have cut off his livelihood. He has finally come to his senses, so he came to you to make peace. "Sangju said with a smile.

"Tsk, it's all your own fault, who can you blame?" Zhang Wen said with disdain.

"Mr. Wen, are you sure? I have bet 500 million on you." Sangju asked with a smile.

"Oh my god, who opened the betting?" Zhang Wen stared and asked in surprise.

"Twelve Young Master, haha, your odds are 1 to 2, and Xia Heng's odds are 1 to 1.2. I heard that the bets on Xia Heng have reached 1 million. Don't you know?" Sangju explained.

"Nonsense, okay, just bet 500 million, and don't bet any more." When Zhang Wen heard that it was his own business, he immediately stopped being anxious.

"Oh~~~, it seems I didn't play enough." Seeing Zhang Wen's calm look, Sangju regretted it.

"Okay, okay, you still want to make money from me?" Zhang Wen immediately became unhappy.

"Hahaha, I don't dare, I don't dare." Sangju hurriedly laughed along.

Chapter 337: The Gap between Professionals and Amateurs

The first race was an attractive competition for beautiful female drivers, and the final champion was, as expected, He Chaoqiong.

Think about it, the first time she met Zhang Wen, she was driving a sports car, and her driving skills were much better than those of other female drivers.

The He family won the first game, which made the audience applaud and cheer.

The current gambling king Ho supports most of the people in Macau.

Fortunately, all the female drivers completed five laps safely and no one was injured in the crash.

Next up is the men's group.

Zhang Wen, holding a helmet, walked towards the track surrounded by a group of ladies.

"Who is that guy? Why are all the female stars surrounding him? He doesn't look like Jackie Chan. He is much taller and more handsome than him. Which male star is he?" An unsure audience member in the stands asked curiously.

"Male star? Tsk~~~, that's Jackie Chan's boss." An audience from Hong Kong who knew something about it answered immediately.

"Ah? Isn't Cheng Long the boss of the company? How come there is another boss?" another confused audience member asked curiously.

"Oh my god~11~Jackie Chan is indeed the boss, but without this guy, his boss is nothing. Have you heard of the richest Chinese? He is it." The Hong Kong audience straightened their backs and said proudly.

"Wow, he is Zhang Wen. He looks so young. I heard he is not married yet. No wonder all the female stars surround him. If anyone can marry him, they will be rich." A woman with a pig-faced face said enviously.

"Hehe, marry him? No need for that. As long as you can become his concubine, you will never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life. Well~~~~~those seem to be the ones." Someone stretched his head to take a closer look at the lineup of female stars, then nodded and said.

"What? All of them? Wang Zuxian too?" someone confirmed in disbelief.

"Yes, all of them are those who have entered and exited the Zhang Palace." The person just now said with certainty.

"Impossible, impossible, she is my goddess, absolutely impossible~~~~" The young man who asked the question was a little emotionally broken.

"Tsk~~~~ Another crazy one." The person who spoke curled his lips and stared at Guan Zhilin.

Alas...he was once a disbelieving person.

"Okay, I'll be careful, don't worry." Amid the sharp gazes from all around, Zhang Wen turned around, put on his helmet, and got into the McLaren F1.

There were big words sprayed on the hood of his car, which complemented the word "dragon" written by Cheng Long next to it.

The men's group is much better looking.

Cheng Long, Andy Lau, Zou Xingchi, Cheng Xunqi, the director of Project Flying Eagle, younger brother Ke Shouliang, Qian Xiaohao from the Cheng Clan, the Qian Jiale brothers, Qian Wu, the new member of the company Fang Zhongxin, the company's first stunt double Luo Lixian, and Xia Heng.

Including Zhang Wen, there are 12 people in total.

“Beep~~~beep~~~beep”

"Snapped!"

When the red light on the head lights up and the starting gun on the fence nearby sounds.

The 12 cars started quickly. Due to the order of starting, the first lap was considered a warm-up lap and the second lap was the official start.

There are 10 laps in total, and the person who crosses the finish line first is the winner.

"Okay, dear audience, the competition has officially begun.

The car you see with a big dragon character on the hood is the car our brother Cheng Long rides.

He is also contestant No. 2. As for who is contestant No. 1?

He is the only sponsor of our event, Mr. Zhang Wen, the boss of McLaren

......” The commentators on the scene were Zeng Xiaopang and A Le Cheng Baixiang.

The two of them didn't dare to make any jokes about their boss Zhang Wen, but the others had no scruples either.

With the two people's humorous and joking commentary, the ten laps went by quickly.

In fact, when the race was halfway through, the result was no longer in doubt.

Zhang Wen was completely ahead of the rest. It took an amateur rider about 2 minutes and 50 seconds to complete a lap.

He managed to run under 2 minutes and 30 seconds, which is not much different from professional racing drivers.

If it were a little faster, it would be possible to make a circle directly.

"A Lai, get ready. Don't try to shirk your responsibility for Master Wen's debt." Sang Ju reminded him while looking at the picture on the TV above his head.

"Aju, if I give him the money, do you think Mr. Wen will let me go?" Shuifang Lai asked worriedly.

"I'm telling you the truth. Master Wen is not on the same level as us. He doesn't care about your little money. You are the one who got into trouble. Who can you blame?

This time, Master Wen never said he would deal with you, but his influence is too great, and there will be people who will drive you away just to please him.

If you refuse to pay, there will be no more room for negotiation. Even without Master Wen saying anything, your bathroom will be finished.

Sir He wanted to give his daughters to him as concubines, but Mr. Wen didn't like them.

It's fine if you argue with me, but you're also taking your anger out on Master Wen. Just think of it as paying for a lesson." Sangju has fulfilled his previous brotherly duties. He has said what he should have said. Now it's up to Shuifang to blame himself.

"I don't have enough money. I'm still short of 3000 million. If you lend it to me, I'll give you 3% interest." After thinking about it, Shui Fanglai said while gritting his teeth.

"Haha, okay, don't worry. If you're quick-witted, you never know if Master Wen will give you some benefits. Remember, if you cling to Master Wen's big tree, you will definitely gain something." Seeing Shuifang Lai giving in, Sangju smiled.

"Okay, I'll write the check now." Shuifang Lai urged as he saw the game was about to end.

Although Shuifang Lai looked painful and reluctant, he was actually full of anticipation in his heart.

Everyone thought he was stupid and wanted to have a fight with the overlord of Hong Kong.

When he learned that it was Cheng Long, he had some ideas.

He had always wanted to meet Zhang Wen and get some of the spoils from him.

But I have never had any chance. This time, it is an opportunity, but it is hostile.

However, he had expected that Zhang Wen would now focus on his legitimate business, and would come to Haojiang to settle the matter with the mentality that it is better to resolve a feud than to create one.

But I didn't expect that they would directly hold a charity competition.

His original idea was that after Xia Heng won, he would add tens of millions to the 1 million that Zhang Wen put out, after all, he also bought Xia Heng's peripheral products.

This is considered to give Zhang Wen enough face, the relationship is not awkward, and they can be considered to know each other.

It's a pity that anyone who knows a little about this track knows that Xia Heng and Zhang Wen are not at the same level at all.

One is amateur group and the other is professional group.

It’s not unfair to lose.