Night Rose

It's understandable that his business partners, who were originally very respectful to him, wouldn't even let him into the company. After all, Tu Ying rejected their request to acquire the racing team, and it's normal for the other party to feel that they had lost face and no longer want to get involved.

But when Tu Ying asked several other interested companies, they all declined!

It's just a matter of putting up a GG spot, yet they're unwilling to invest any money.

Tu Ying had originally planned to make a good profit off them, but before he could even open his mouth, those people had already seized his lifeline and refused to cooperate!

After a long and busy day, Tu Ying sat dejectedly in the barbecue restaurant, drinking alone in silence.

Everyone else is busy, and he's the only one idle. He can't even do the little thing Su Jin assigned him properly, and even Tu Ying thinks he's useless.

The waiters came up to talk to him, but to their surprise, Tu Ying, who was usually talkative and loved to show off his racing team, was more taciturn than anyone else. He just shook his head when they asked him questions.

The owner, Zhao Xin, put down the skewers, rolled up his sleeves, and came over.

Before anyone even sat down, a bottle of homemade liquor was placed on the table.

"Want some drinks?" Zhao Xin asked.

Tu Ying nodded dejectedly, "Have a drink with me, it's no fun drinking alone."

Zhao Xin sat down at the table, and the waiter who brought the skewers brought them a few of everything, picking out the best ones and putting them on a plate, regardless of whether Tu Ying wanted them or not, just put them down first.

The two ate their skewers in silence. When they got to a pineapple lamb skewer, the scalding juice made Tu Ying hiss.

Zhao Xin handed him a glass of wine. "Drink."

Tu Ying accepted the drink in silence, took a sip of wine as if to rinse her wound, and hoped that it wouldn't blister tomorrow.

"What happened? Weren't you riding high and having a blast before? How come you're all battered and bruised today? Did you give the convoy to someone else?" Zhao Xin asked.

Tu Ying shook her head, took a sip of her drink, and said, "The engineer didn't allow it. She said we still have to do it ourselves, and I think she's right. If we hand it over to someone else, it will be dismantled sooner or later. It's better for us to continue doing it ourselves."

"So you're neglecting the tavern and focusing all your energy on racing? I heard the tavern owner only opens when he's in a good mood, and closes for two days straight when he's in a bad mood. Have you made enough money?"

"How can I possibly earn enough money? I'm still hesitating. I really want to focus on racing, but I can't just abandon the pub. I'll call someone from my hometown to help out, and I'll put my focus on racing first."

"Shouldn't you be happy focusing on racing? Why are you looking so down?"

Tu Ying scratched her face, not caring how ugly her expression was; only the person in front of her could she cry to.

"I wanted to find someone to play games with in a race car to secure an investment! But none of them wanted to see me; none of them wanted to play games with me!"

"By the way, you said you'd play GG next time! Does that count?"

Tu Ying grabbed the Rolex from the man's hand, afraid that he would change his mind.

Zhao Xin was incredibly strong. He was much stronger than the bar owner who grilled so many skewers every day. With a gentle twist, he broke free from Zhao Xin's grasp and slowly began to tidy his beloved watch.

There's a reason they won't see you.

Tu Ying jumped up, nearly flipping the table. "Damn it! You know why?! Aren't we friends? How could you keep it from me?!"

The surrounding diners looked over curiously, and the regulars recognized them, greeting them with smiles.

Tu Ying waved her hand sheepishly, but her expression changed as soon as she sat down. "Zhao Xin! Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"I only heard it from someone else, it doesn't count."

"I know! I just heard it from somewhere else, definitely not from you, Boss Zhao."

Zhao Renjing nodded in satisfaction. "My men overheard the bosses talking and said that you offended Young Master He of the Zhuling Caravan. His father has some influence in the Zhou family and is using his power to prevent people from joining you."

"That He Zhizhang?!" Tu Ying was so angry that she couldn't eat her skewers. They tasted bland in her hand, so she threw them back into her bowl.

"Ahem, He Zhangxing," Zhao Xin said in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, that's him, Zhou Zheng's defeated foe, and he's getting cocky? Besides, is his dad really that powerful? Can he really control those rich people in Nanyuan?" Tu Ying asked incredulously.

Zhao Xin nodded, searched for the key figure Zhou Ruian on his phone, and handed it to him.

"Believe it or not, this is He Zhangxing's father's boss. Businesses in Nanyuan have to give the Zhou family some face."

Tu Ying stared wide-eyed, ready to see who this important person was. Upon closer inspection, she vaguely recognized a certain familiarity with Zhou Ruian's face.

Something's not right, absolutely not right.

He looked at it from a distance for a while, then moved closer to examine it closely, even zooming in and out of the picture several times.

"Do you think Zhou Ruian looks like someone?"

Zhao Xin didn't pay attention at first, but when he picked it up and examined it, his eyelids suddenly twitched, and he put the phone away.

"Like who? Like a rich person."

Tu Ying was so angered by his comment about rich people that she started cursing them with a string of profanities, especially He Zhangxing's father, whom Tu Ying kept bringing up and rubbing it in her mind, wishing she could make a voodoo doll out of him.

"And what about you? Are you afraid of him too? Will you vote or not?!" Tu Ying slammed her hand on the table, splashing a few drops of wine.

Zhao Xin immediately frowned, carefully wiping away the water stains. "You're such a waste of resources."

"Boss Zhao! Please face my question directly."

"I'm rooting for you. But are you sure a barbecue sign on your vehicle will look good? Business is already booming here; if any more customers come, we'll be working non-stop."

Tu Ying showed no sympathy whatsoever, clicking her tongue and saying, "So this is the sweet trouble of you rich people? Forget it! Whatever makes you happy, I guarantee you a good price and a good spot!"

When Su Jin was told about this, she was tightening screws with a wrench. When she heard it was a barbecue restaurant, she hesitated for a few seconds but didn't complain.

"Fine, it's just a label anyway, we can tear it off."

"Sister Su, you're disgusted too?" Tu Ying laughed.

"I'd like to accept that you don't mind, but you should find a few suitable ones. Our next match is in Nanyuan, and not many of you want to go out and try your luck," Su Jin said, wiping her sweat.

Tu Ying retreated guiltily, deciding it was better not to tell Su Jin about being targeted, lest she cause her unnecessary worry.

"Wait, don't go yet. Did someone get involved in this?" Su Jin put down the wrench and went to the sink to wash her hands.

Tu Ying touched her nose and leaned against the door frame. "It's nothing serious, it's just that I'm embarrassed. They think that because I rejected them, they don't want to cooperate anymore."

"Okay, let's write all these people down. When we go to the national competition, we definitely won't let them play with us," Su Jin said.

Who doesn't have a vengeful streak?

Tu Ying laughed heartily. On this point, he and Su Jin were in the same boat. He patted his mental notebook, "Don't worry, I've already written it down!"

"If that's the only place, let's go with it. The barbecue is pretty good anyway, and what if Boss Zhao wants to open a branch there?" Su Jin laughed.

Tu Ying was struck by her words, exclaimed "Damn it!", and slapped his forehead in regret.

"I forgot, Old Zhao actually has a new shop opening over there. This kid's been waiting for me here! He's practically giving me free advertising! I have to rip him off!"