Chapter 155

"Brother, I bet my life and fortune. You can't let me lose money..." Before going on stage, Yang Jiayang patted Zhou Zeyu on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

Zhou Zeyu just gave him a smile, which was full of meaning.

Because it's a blackhead race, both sides of the track are full of people. Zhou Zeyu never knew that there are so many dignified people in H city. This scene is really spectacular.

But so many people, only Yang Jiayang is cheering Zhou Zeyu, and his weak voice is drowned in the sea.

The two cars were side by side at the starting point, and the voice of the crowd around them was getting louder and louder, which almost destroyed the building opposite. Zhou Zeyu just swept those people coldly. After a while, they will only remember one person, that is, the young master of the Lin family, Lin Shao.

At the moment when the whistle blew, Zhou Zeyu rushed ahead of others. After a few turns, blackhead had fallen behind a lot, more than half a lap. Only one third of the race was played, which opened up such a big gap. It was really amazing.

Just now the whole court cheered for the blackhead, but now it's cheering for Zhou Zeyu. Because I don't know Zhou Zeyu's name, I can only use "running brother" instead. It's really spectacular for the whole court to call "running brother" at the same time.

When Zhou Zeyu finished the race and reached the end of the race, the black head still had a lap. Zhou Zeyu took off his helmet and gave it to the whole race. This is his habitual action. As long as the race is over, he likes to do it.

And at this moment, the black head, who is the creator in this circuit, will come to an end. From then on, there will be no such name in the circuit.

In the end, blackhead didn't know the name of the person who defeated him.

At the end of the car, there is no cheers or fans in the past. This is the cruel side of the circuit. If you can't be the strongest, no one will remember you, even if you have been brilliant.

"Can you tell me your name?" Blackhead did not have the arrogance before the game completely, but lowered the posture.

"Lin Shao." Zhou Zeyu micro thin lips, spit out these two words, deep eyes swept blackhead's face, but did not stay too much.

Everyone is guessing who Lin Shao is. Only Yang Jiayang knows that one day he will always be his Lin master.

Today, Zhou Zeyu humiliated his blackhead character. I'm afraid he won't give up. Although he looks respectful now, he can't figure out what he's thinking.

However, since Zhou Zeyu appears as Lin Shao today, Yang Jiayang's worries are superfluous.

The management will find out the origin of every car in the racetrack in the shortest time. In less than half an hour, the management has found out that the car Zhou Zeyu drives is under the name of Lin Tianhua, who is the president of the group. Even a fool can guess Zhou Zeyu's identity.

The reason why Zhou Zeyu chose such a high-profile way to enter here is to make some noise and let the whole circuit and even the whole group know his name. This is his preparation for the day after tomorrow.

"Master Lin, where are you going to play next?" Yang Jiayang seems even more excited than Zhou Zeyu.

"Opposite." Zhou Zeyu raised his eyes and looked at the opposite building. Since he came, he should make his movements bigger. He can't go for nothing.

Surrounded by a crowd, Zhou Zeyu and Yang Jiayang left the racetrack together and ran directly to the opposite building.

Here also need a membership card to enter, but after just so noisy, Zhou Zeyu as long as brush face can enter.

"Lin Shao."

The security guard on duty at the door saw Zhou Zeyu and immediately said hello politely. Yang Jiayang had been silly. In just one hour, even the security guard knew the Lin family. This speed is not comparable to that of any company.

Before Zhou Zeyu stepped into the building, three or five well-dressed people met at the door.

"Lin Shao."

"Lin Shao, please come inside!" A beautiful waiter led the way for Zhou Zeyu. "Lin Shao, what do you want to play tonight?"

It may be that they feel that the little girl's question is not appropriate, and several leading figures behind them all sigh at the same time, for fear of offending Lin's future successor.

"What's the fun?" Instead of getting angry, Zhou asked politely.

At the same time, several leaders breathed a sigh of relief. They probably didn't expect that Lin Shao had so little airs.

Yang Jiayang can only sigh that this world is the world of money.

"Jiayang, what do you want to play? Would you like some beautiful ones? " Zhou Zeyu turned to ask Yang Jiayang for his opinion.

"Of course, it must." Yang Jiayang is not polite either. There's no need to be polite with Yang Jiayang. They've known each other since kindergarten, and there's no need to hide them.

The waiter took them to the most luxurious 12th floor of the building. There were only five private rooms on the whole floor, each of which was very big. The largest and most luxurious one was 1202. Originally, there was a black gold guest in 1202 tonight. But after Zhou Zeyu was at the racetrack, the manager here rushed people directly to other private rooms. The manager also took great pains and paid for it out of his own pocket Give that guest compensation, but compare to offend Lin Shao or give up money to come really."Shaolin has to point out what we need to do right now, even if you have something wrong." The manager was so polite that he almost bent 90 degrees.

"We don't need anything here. You can go down first." In fact, Zhou Zeyu didn't like the appearance of being confessed, but he had to get used to it from today on. Since he decided to go this way, he had no choice.

Finally, they all left the private room. There were only Zhou Zeyu and Yang Jiayang in the big private room. Suddenly, they became quiet. It seemed that even the air was still.

"How did you decide to be master Lin?" Yang Jiayang shakes the red wine in his hand, and the red wine sticks to the wall of the glass, and keeps shaking with Yang Jiayang's shaking hand.

Zhou Zeyu sniffed the aroma of the wine, then dried the wine in his glass, and then sighed: "I can't help it. The old man asked me to be a unfilial son."

I haven't been in a hurry to taste the wine. As soon as I spoke, the smell of the wine in my mouth was light.

These days, Zhou Zeyu fell in love with red wine, he inexplicably like the aftertaste of red wine, just like life, to taste slowly.

"What about Su Xiaoran? At the request of your father? "

Yang Jiayang has never been so disappointed, which is also his little concern about Zhou Zeyu's feelings.

"No, she's the only decision I've made on my own." After drinking a glass of wine again, Zhou Zeyu finally had a good taste of it.