Night Rose

It was inevitable that the two would have a disagreement; Su Jin hadn't expected to reach an agreement in one go.

After all, the investors were offering real money to Tu Ying, and he could get the money right now. For Tu Ying, who loved money more than anything, nothing could be better.

However, if Tu Ying were to consider the team's future even slightly, he would discover the many drawbacks of this cooperative model. Sooner or later, he would lose control of the team, leaving the drivers and navigators at the mercy of others.

With the team controlled by others, it's hard to say whether Zhou Zheng and Wang Tianle will still be able to compete.

"Let's put it this way: if you can accept someone taking five cities today and ten more tomorrow, then just agree to any investor's offer. I believe their terms are very generous, so there's no need to think twice, right?" Su Jin tossed the proposal on the table into Tu Ying's arms, but he didn't catch it.

It spilled all over the ground with a splash.

"I won't play this commercial racing game with you guys, because these people are too immature. They're just here to have a go at racing, and they'll leave once they see no results or profits. If you want to sell your team for good results, think about what kind of revenue we can generate for them first." Su Jin bluntly tore away all the pretense.

Tu Ying is being praised too highly right now; he needs someone to give him a good talking-to.

Without drivers and engineers, what is Tu Ying? He's neither a professional in the racing world nor has he invested nearly enough money. If others invest, they will only seize control of the team and destroy it completely.

An unknown team won the Nanyuan Rally Championship and became the talk of the town for a while, but one mistake could have shattered them and led to their abandonment by investors.

Tu Ying felt like he'd been doused with cold water. He slumped back on the sofa, his arm pressed against his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

He admitted that Su Jin's level of expertise in racing was beyond his reach. He looked at the matter from a businessman's perspective and found that many of his expected results coincided with Su Jin's guesses.

People are bound together by shared interests, but the alliance will crumble instantly once those interests are lost.

"Don't rush to conclusions, Boss Tu, take your time to think it over." Su Jin stood up and gave him a look.

Zhou Zheng immediately stood up and said, "I'll go see her off."

Wang Tianle stood up dumbfounded. "Brother Zhou, can you see me off too? I'm going back too."

"Are you stupid?" Tu Ying pulled him down to sit, her face full of annoyance. "I'll take you later! Don't go with them!"

At this point, everyone followed Su Jin, making him seem like he was completely unpopular! How could he possibly get along with the caravan now? He's lost all his authority; will he have any say in the future?

After Su Jin and Zhou Zheng left, Tu Ying paced anxiously around the room, while Wang Tianle watched him expectantly, waiting for him to take him home.

Tu Ying struggled for a long time, his mind replaying Su Jin's words. He was perfectly fine and knew that Su Jin's words were correct, but he couldn't bear to give up those conditions.

Should he really sell the team as a package deal? But he doesn't have contracts with the other members, and he's not even their boss, just an investor. What right does he have to sell?

Tu Ying rubbed her cheeks vigorously, still unable to figure it out, and first sent Wang Tianle home.

As he was about to leave, Wang Tianle suddenly looked down and asked him, "Brother Tu, are you really going to sell us out?"

"Sell what? I paid for your certificate anyway. Go to sleep, and remember to eat less!" Tu Ying walked away irritably.

There weren't many people in the tavern today, so after greeting everyone, he came out to relieve his boredom.

He stood at the entrance of the tavern, smoking a cigarette. The smoke was so pungent that it made him cough as it rolled around in his lungs.

Tu Ying took out his phone and scrolled through his call history. The top one was from Wu Ting. He didn't know where Wu Ting got his phone number, but the conditions Wu Ting offered were definitely the best among all the offers.

Tu Ying was deeply moved and even went out for a meal with Wu Ting. After getting drunk, instead of throwing him on the street, Wu Ting booked him a high-end hotel for the night.

What's even more thoughtful is that Wu Ting paid for the hotel himself! He's clearly a wealthy person who doesn't care about such a small amount of money.

Tu Ying thought about calling him to ask if Wu Ting would agree not to break up their convoy, so he could then negotiate with Su Jin.

I dialed the number, but no one answered for a long time.

Tu Ying wasn't one to give up easily, so he went on to attack the second one.

Finally, the phone was answered.

"Hello there."

"Boss Wu, hello, I'm Tu Ying. We had dinner together before, do you remember?" Tu Ying spoke cautiously. The other party's voice sounded somewhat cold, and it was unclear whether he had changed his mind.

Upon hearing that the caller was Tu Ying, Wu Ting's attitude improved considerably.

"Mr. Tu, calling so late at night, is it because you're interested in collaborating?"

Tu Ying glanced at the time—wow, it was already 12:30! He had been presumptuous; he had been so focused on making the call that he had forgotten to check the time.

"Sorry, I didn't realize the time!"

"It's alright, please go ahead."

"Ah, I just wanted to ask, if we cooperate, will you make changes to our race car drivers and navigators? For example, by adding a few substitutes for rotation or something?" Tu Ying asked nervously.

Wu Ting remained silent for a while. If Zhou Zheng accepted the investment from the Zhou family, he would definitely have to come back to manage the group. Would he continue to be a race car driver? Race car driving is a high-risk profession, which is not suitable for Zhou Zheng's important mission.

Hearing Wu Ting's silence, Tu Ying felt as if her heart was leaking air, turning completely cold.

He knew what the other party's silence meant. How could they possibly keep Zhou Zheng as a race car driver? In a normal racing team, rotation is definitely necessary. But with Zhou Zheng's temperament, he certainly wouldn't sit on the bench.

"It depends. I can't give a definite answer to this question." Wu Ting was a cautious person, and he was worried that the other party was recording him.

"Okay, I understand. I'll think about it some more." Tu Ying sighed.

Wu Ting keenly sensed his hesitation and immediately pressed, "What are your concerns? Are you worried that racers won't have any races to compete in? You can rest assured about that. You can definitely participate in smaller races, but you'll need to hone your skills for a few more years in the big ones."

Sure enough, the investor had his own competition plan, which couldn't meet Su Jin's requirements, so Su Jin was likely to leave.

An engineer like Su Jin is one in a million; you couldn't find one even with a lantern. Is he just going to watch her leave? Besides, after spending these days together, he's already considered Su Jin a friend. If she leaves, will Zhou Zheng still be in the mood to compete?

"Your money won't be less than theirs. You just need to focus on signing the contracts; I'll handle everything else. I believe there's no investor offering better terms than me."

"Boss Tu, think it over quickly."