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It came so straightforwardly that everyone was caught off guard.

Brother, don't be so honest.

It was completely out of the ordinary.

"To be honest, I can't f * cking continue to chat with you since you said so." Gao Xiao'er was exasperated as he shouted.

Ye Chen looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and then closed the carriage window silently.

The meaning was obvious.

Then don't talk, just start.

Gao Xiao'er was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nose, and he shouted fiercely: "If you dare to look down on my River Lounge god, I will let you die in a very rhythmic manner."

With that said, he glanced at Ye Chen and walked to his blue Porsche Panamera.

Panamera, called Palamira, belongs to the palanquin series.

Even though it was a luxurious palanquin race, the starting speed was very fast. The 100km acceleration only took 3 seconds 8, it was approaching 310 km/h, which was comparable to a super sports car.

This car would sell for at least two million in Hua Country.

Little Fatty saw that Ye Chen did not have any intention to get out of the taxi at all. He walked to Gao Xiao'er's side and asked, "Then what does the driver mean by this, that he is unwilling to compete with you?"

"No."

Gao Xiao'er shook his head.

"What's that?"

"He wants to drive a taxi and compete with me!"

Little Fatty was stunned.

"Are you for real?"

"What do you think?"

"Could this uncle be a legendary taxi god that was given the nickname of" Ten-Thousand Year Old Driver "?" Little Fatty said smilingly after he regained his senses.

Gao Xiao'er, "..."

"This Uncle Driver must be crazy."

The Little Fatty looked at Ye Chen sympathetically, then patted Gao Xiao'er's shoulders and said: "This uncle is rather pleasing to the eye, go easy on him later, don't beat him up too badly."

"I want to play him to death." Gao Xiao'er said sinisterly.

"Poor driver."

Little Fatty gloated.

Very quickly, the news of Ye Chen using a taxi and driving a car with Gao Xiao'er immediately spread. It was completely without surprise, this group of kids were all laughing so hard that they almost fell over, looking at Ye Chen like they were looking at an idiot.

"Could it be that you're the legendary ten thousand year old driver?"

Little Fatty came over and said in a weird tone while cupping his hands and continuing, "My apologies, my apologies. So it turns out that you are a god of cars, even using a taxi is enough to destroy a Porsche. Hahahaha …"

"Thank you."

Ye Chen said indifferently.

He was naturally able to hear the little fellow's ridicule, but he was too lazy to bother with it.

Even an explanation of ten thousand sentences would not be enough to decide the outcome of the match.

"You're welcome, you're welcome. It's just a form of respect, haha." Little Fatty rolled his eyes, then shouted loudly: "Just watching the competition is too boring, let's open our mouths."

"Just my ass. Even an intelligent person would be able to see that Gao Xiao'er will definitely win. Who would be so stupid as to go and bet on the old driver to win." Someone sneered, "Fatty, are you stupid?"

Little Fatty's face reddened, the other party was right.

"I bet on the old driver."

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

Forget about this bunch of problematic children, even Ye Chen was surprised. He subconsciously looked over, wanting to see who had such good eyesight.

It was a little girl.

She looked to be about the same age as Lu Xiaoxiao, with a petite figure. With a glance, she was basically average, but her plain face without makeup gave her at least eighty points.

She was a little beauty, and her pair of large, sparkling eyes flickered, giving off a cunning feeling.

"I say, Little Lord Yan, it's fine if you are a fool, but don't cause trouble." Someone tried to persuade him with a helpless tone.

"Do you want to bet? If you want to bet, then cut the crap. I think he will win."

Little Lord Yan had her hands folded across her chest, as she swept her gaze across the crowd, and said haughtily.

"Let's bet, Little Fatty, what do you say? Do you want to …

Someone chimed in.

Hearing his companion being humiliated like this, Little Fatty was so angry that his face and neck turned red, his head heating up as he shouted, "Who said that you can't open your mouth, this young master is forcing the old driver to win, the odds are 1: 10, do you dare?"

In other words, if he were to bet a dollar on Ye Chen, it would be a hundred if he were to change hands.

"Alright, since Little Fatty wants to play, then we brothers will accompany you."

Everyone looked at each other. They could not help but be happy. They immediately asked: "How much?"

The moment he said those words, the Little Fatty regretted it, but since it had already come to this point, he could only bite the bullet and say: "One … Ten thousand will do. "

"Tsk."

Everyone looked at him with disdain.

To ordinary people, 10,000 was already equivalent to one to two months' wages, but to Gongzi like them, it was only equivalent to the money spent on buying toys.

"It's only 10,000 yuan and it's only 1,000 yuan from us. How boring. Let's not compete anymore." Someone said with a look of disdain.

These people were well aware of Little Fatty's character, they were afraid of excitement the most. As expected, he had been tricked.

Little Fatty clenched his teeth, he stomped his feet and said angrily: "I will bet a hundred thousand."

From their point of view, the money was free, they then looked at the first Little Lord Yan who dared to bet on Ye Chen winning, and asked: "How much did you bet?"

"Same thing."

Little Lord Yan stared straight at Ye Chen, and said casually.

After saying that, she smiled at Ye Chen, and charmingly said: "Driver, you must give me some strength, and don't disappoint me."

Ye Chen smiled and nodded.

A hundred thousand dollars.

For ordinary people, this was practically a year's salary. To these Gongzi s, it could be considered as not a small amount of money. After all, they could buy a lot of toys to play with.

"Then let's bet, two hundred thousand is enough for a few of us."

Other than Little Fatty and the Little Lord Yan, the other children were standing together. After that, they shouted to Gao Xiao'er who had already activated his Porsche: "Waiter, give me some strength. Two hundred thousand is enough for us to find a few young models to play with."

Gao Xiao'er did not speak, he only made an 'ok' gesture, and then pointed his gun at Ye Chen, with a "pa" sound, he laughed out loud towards Ye Chen.

This action was extremely humiliating, and completely looked down on Ye Chen.

When everyone saw this, they all burst out laughing.

Ye Chen looked at them, and said indifferently: "Can I participate?"

"You want to bet too?" Someone paused before continuing, "You can bet, but you can't bet against the waiter. You can only bet on yourself."

Ye Chen laughed.

"Alright, I'll bet ten thousand dollars on myself."

Someone applauded.

"This is the first time I've seen someone in a hurry to give away money. Don't tell me driving a taxi is very profitable these days?"

"In conclusion, people have a lot of money."

"Hahaha …"

Ye Chen also smiled, and said indifferently: "Don't laugh so happily, even tears are coming out."

"We'd love to."

"These are tears of joy. What do you know?"

They sneered.

"I really don't understand, but later, all of you will cry very loudly." Ye Chen said unhurriedly, his eyes clear and bright, his entire body releasing a confident aura.

"I can only give you one point."

"Even if your driving skills are superb, you could still try to outrun Gao Xiao'er with a crappy taxi, unless Gao Xiao'er deliberately goes easy on you."

Obviously that was impossible.

Gao Xiao'er would go crazy even if he wanted to win, unless he was crazy.

"If you can win, I …" I'll just watch the live broadcast and eat sh * t. " This person purposely spoke so viciously, obviously thinking that Ye Chen wouldn't win.

"Eat yours or eat mine?"

Ye Chen said indifferently.

Even if clay figurine still had a bit of anger, he didn't want to argue with these kids, but after being provoked again and again, he was still a bit angry.