After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

LJ city center.

Lin Zhixing woke up in his hotel room, rubbed his messy hair, and sat up on the soft bed.

I slept for a whole day.

I was mainly woken up by hunger.

I opened WeChat and saw a message from Zhou Xuan sent at 5:30. He had already ordered the food in the private room and was just waiting for me to come down.

I got out of bed, washed my face, changed my clothes, and went downstairs.

In a private room at the hotel restaurant.

Zhou Xuan and Chen Xi had already ordered the food.

Both women wore tight-fitting windbreakers and jeans today, looking capable and neat.

"Brother Zhixing, you're awake." Chen Xi quickly pulled out a chair.

"Have something to eat. Ye Feng said the car is all set up. He didn't want to disturb your rest, so he took the convoy and technicians up the mountain first."

Lin Zhixing nodded and buried himself in his food.

He used up too much energy last night and this morning, and now he urgently needs to replenish carbohydrates and protein.

After eating about half full, Lin Zhixing wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked, "By the way, the Nujiang Eighteen Bends is a provincial highway, and there are usually quite a lot of cars. Aren't you afraid of getting into an accident driving so fast at night?"

Zhou Xuan picked up her tea and took a sip. "Yecheng Entertainment and Brilliant Media have jointly applied to the local government for a permit for 'nighttime outdoor filming'."

"Starting at 9 PM tonight until 2 AM, the entire winding mountain road along the Nujiang River will be completely closed in both directions! All other vehicles are strictly prohibited from passing through!"

Zhou Xuan put down her cup.

"Therefore, starting at 9 PM tonight, the entire Nujiang Eighteen Bends road will be closed. Apart from the participating teams and invited industry insiders, no other vehicles will be able to pass through."

"Not only that, we also spent a lot of money to hire a professional team. High-definition night vision cameras have been installed in advance in every blind spot and hairpin bend along the entire winding mountain road. The entire process is broadcast live back to the monitoring screen at the starting point."

Lin Zhixing nodded silently.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder they dared to play such a dangerous game on this deadly highway.

If a large truck or private car suddenly darts out onto the track from the opposite direction, no matter how skilled you are, you will definitely end up with a fatal accident.

Now that it's completely sealed off, at least the biggest uncertainty has been eliminated.

Legal road closures, professional broadcasting.

The world of the rich is indeed a place where they can do whatever they want.

......

7:30 p.m.

A black Mercedes-Benz van drove out of LJ city and headed towards the mountains.

As the altitude increases, the road becomes narrower.

Outside the car window, it was already completely dark.

By the light of the car headlights, one could clearly see the bottomless abyss on the other side of the road.

The roar of the Nu River could be faintly heard from the bottom of the valley.

The carriage was very quiet.

Zhou Xuan and Chen Xi gripped the handrail on the car door tightly; this was their first time walking this road.

Looking at the cliff edge outside, which was almost touching the wheels of a car, the two girls turned pale and their palms were covered in cold sweat.

"This road... is terrifying..."

Chen Xi gripped the armrest of the seat, her voice trembling, "Zhi Xing, are you... are you really going to race on this road later?"

"If it were even slightly off-center, it would have fallen right down!"

Although Zhou Xuan didn't speak, her tightly pursed red lips and pale knuckles betrayed her inner tension.

Lin Zhixing didn't speak, but nodded.

......

8:30 p.m.

The starting point of the eighteen bends of the Nujiang River.

A spacious, semi-circular viewing platform located at the top of the mountain.

The once desolate hilltop is now brightly lit, as if it were daytime, with searchlights illuminating the starting line.

More than a dozen top-of-the-line luxury cars and RVs bearing license plates from Beijing and various other places filled this usually quiet viewing platform to the brim.

There were even two broadcast vans parked in the corner.

The roar of engines rose and fell.

This is a gathering of top-tier wealthy second-generation individuals.

Given that this was a bet between two entertainment giants, almost half of the underground racers and rich young men in the south came to watch the spectacle.

Besides these, there were also many scantily clad internet celebrities and car models moving around.

The starting point is in the center.

Zhao Tianyu, dressed in a flashy red racing suit, leaned against the front of a black Porsche.

He was holding a glass of champagne.

He had a hot woman in his arms, wearing a deep V-neck tight-fitting bodycon dress.

She has a typical internet celebrity face with plastic surgery, and her two soft breasts are almost bursting out of her clothes.

It is Song Yu, a second-tier female singer who has recently gained some fame in the music scene.

Tonight, she canceled all her engagements and flew to southern Yunnan specifically to be with the heir of Brilliant Media.

Because she received inside information that Brilliant Media held a spot in the first run of "Peak Singer," a top-tier music variety show in China!

For this opportunity that could propel her to the top tier, she wouldn't hesitate to accompany Zhao Tianyu to this desolate mountain wilderness to watch the races, let alone have something more intimate with him.

"Young Master Yu~"

Song Yu leaned most of her body against Zhao Tianyu, deliberately rubbing her chest against his arm, and said in a coquettish voice, "Why haven't those people arrived yet? It's so windy in the mountains, and I'm so cold."

Zhao Tianyu glanced down at her, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"If you're cold, stick closer to me, young master."

After saying that, Zhao Tianyu lowered his head and, in front of more than a dozen people around him, kissed Song Yu hard on the lips, and also gave her a pinch.

Song Yu returned the kiss obediently, her face full of flattery.

For that spot that can propel someone to instant success, what's a little price to pay?

"Young Master Yu."

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard and a work badge around his neck walked over.

This man is Zhang Hao, the on-site manager for tonight's race. He is also a senior referee in the domestic underground racing circle and has organized many professional events.

"Brother Zhang, what do you mean?" Zhao Tianyu exhaled a smoke ring.

Zhang Hao glanced at his watch, his brow furrowing slightly. "They'll be clearing the area in half an hour. There's still no sign of Young Master Ye. I tried calling him, but the line was constantly busy. Hopefully, something's changed?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Tianyu burst into laughter.

"Does he dare to come?"

Zhao Tianyu flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out.

"His ace driver is still in the hospital with diarrhea! And his car's broken down too. What makes him think he can compete with me?"

Li Feng, who was standing next to him, was wearing a professional fireproof racing suit and sneered upon hearing this.

"Yu Shao is right. Even if he comes, and we find a substitute, he'll still be the one feeding on my exhaust fumes on this road."

Zhao Tianyu patted Li Feng on the shoulder.

"Anyone who wants to run can come down the field with Li Feng later and enjoy the scenery."

The voice just fell.

The walkie-talkie in Zhang Hao's hand rang.

"Brother Hao, Young Master Ye's convoy has arrived! A heavy-duty flatbed trailer has come up! And there's a Mercedes-Benz van following behind!"

Zhao Tianyu was stunned for a moment.

"Oh? You actually dare to come? Let's go check it out."

The crowd dispersed outside the starting line.

A heavy flatbed trailer rumbled in.

Behind them followed a black Mercedes-Benz van.

The trailer came to a stop.

The hydraulic plate is lowered.

Everyone craned their necks, eager to see where Ye Feng had managed to procure such a high-class vehicle to save the day.

then.

The entire audience was stunned!

A car was slowly driven off the tow truck by a technician.

What kind of monster is that?

The body of the vehicle still faintly shows traces of what was once a bread truck.

But it has no glass, no interior, and even the inner door panels have been removed, with thick roll cage steel pipes welded inside.

Beneath the already narrow body shell, four extremely wide Porsche racing tires protrude in an exaggerated manner!

To fit the four tires, the sheet metal above the wheels was roughly cut open with a cutting machine, exposing the complex suspension system inside.

"puff--"

"Hahahaha!"

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in wild laughter.

"Holy crap! What kind of car is that?!"

"This is hilarious! Did you collect this from a junk collector?"

"Has Young Master Ye gone mad? Trying to navigate the eighteen bends of the Nu River with this piece of junk?"

"Can this car even go over 50 mph? It'll fall apart after just one turn!"

Zhao Tianyu laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

He pushed Song Yu away from his arms and strode over to Ye Feng, who had just gotten out of the car.

"Oh my! Young Master Ye!"

Zhao Tianyu pointed at the modified bread truck, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "Your imagination truly blows my mind!"

"What? You think you can outrun my Porsche with this piece of junk?"

"Or are you trying to make us laugh to death with this beat-up bread truck so you can inherit our fortune?"

"That's terrifying! If this car were to run, wouldn't all the screws fall off and scatter everywhere?"

"Hahahaha! I'm so scared!"

The surrounding rich kids and drivers joined in with loud laughter.

Even a professional racer like Li Feng was speechless when he saw this car.

Is this supposed to be a race car? Can it even be driven? This is an insult to racing!

"Zhao Tianyu, you're quite smug, aren't you?" Ye Feng said coldly. "The competition hasn't even started yet, and it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose."

"Oh? Young Master Ye is so confident?"

Zhao Tianyu stopped laughing and glanced at Ye Feng's team.

He saw Liu Yang wearing a racing suit.

"Hey, isn't this Liu Yang?" Zhao Tianyu said with a look of disdain. "Him? A second-rate guy who only deserves to eat exhaust fumes in track racing? You dare drive this piece of junk down the mountain?"

"Young Master Ye, I advise you to just admit defeat, lest you lose another life tonight!"

Liu Yang was pale and kept his head down, not daring to utter a sound. He not only dared not drive the broken car, but he didn't even dare to touch it.

"Who told you he was hosting tonight?"