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Chapter 129 I'm young, I'll learn slowly (Pei Yan)
A good night's sleep.

When Shen Zhaoyi woke up, her phone showed a message Su Ye had sent before leaving for work.

Looking at the disconnected voice message, memories of last night resurfaced.

I'm inexplicably feeling a bit craving it.

Once the team's affairs are settled, we need to have a good meal to replenish our energy.

Pei Yan is coming today.

After going downstairs and confirming that he had gotten up, Shen Zhaoyi asked Lao Wang to pick him up from the hotel.

Seeing this, Xu Meng asked curiously, "Are there any guests coming later?"

"Yes." Shen Zhaoyi nodded. "It's Pei Yan."

Hey!
A handsome young man driving a race car!

Xu Meng immediately volunteered to accompany Aunt Li to buy groceries.

She cooked a meal to familiarize herself with the taste, determined to make the other person feel at home again!

Watching Xu Meng's excited back, Shen Zhaoyi was also puzzled by this sudden enthusiasm.

He walked to the corner of the hall, opened the birdcage, and reached out to take the tycoon out.

The little guy's wings are still quite short, so he can only walk on the ground or be transported manually.

I reckon there won't be any more "conflicts" with Pei Yan.

Forty minutes later, a car horn sounded from the front yard.

As Shen Zhaoyi walked out, she saw Pei Yan standing at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the main building.

I guess it's because I mentioned it yesterday; I changed my clothes today, but they look very familiar.

The first time I came to Bishuiwan, I was wearing a sleeveless hoodie.

Just as she was about to ask, "Do you only have these two outfits?", the other person spoke first.

"Is this your home too?"

Shen Zhaoyi leaned against the doorframe, a half-smile on her face: "What, doesn't it look like it?"

Pei Yan pouted, feeling somewhat hurt.

As he stepped into the living room, his gaze met that of the wealthy man who was standing on the sofa preening his feathers.

The man and the bird stared at each other for two seconds.

The scene I had imagined, with something flying right in my face, did not happen.

"Has this bird changed its nature today?"

"No, not at all." Shen Zhaoyi closed the door. "It's just that we can't fly right now."

Pei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate for his head.

After they found a place to sit down, Aunt Liu, the only person still in the villa, brought them tea.

After taking a couple of sips, they started talking about serious business.

Pei Yan took out a stack of documents from his backpack, which he had organized using the hotel printer the night before.

"All the information about that team is here. It's a bit small, but it's easier to take over."

"Followed by a detailed equity description and a list of offers."

Shen Zhaoyi took it, glanced at it briefly, and finally flipped to the total amount.

Although the convoy was small, the number of vehicles was considerable.

It's alright, it makes up for Pei Yan's somewhat low cashback rate.

However, even if the reward is given all at once, the total amount of rewards refreshed by the system is still not enough.

"It takes time for cash flow to turn around," Shen Zhaoyi calmly offered herself as an excuse. "How about I make the payments in installments?"

Pei Yan nodded, "Okay!"

"However, you need to make it clear when you draft the contract, because money is the hardest thing to argue about."

"You handle the contract," Shen Zhaoyi said casually.

He was taken aback. "Me?"

"Yes, it's you. The team will be registered under your name."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, Pei Yan asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Shen Zhaoyi picked up her teacup, using the rising steam to conceal the slight guilt in her eyes.

"For personal reasons, just think of it as me having too many assets and finding it too troublesome."

"Anyway, I'll cover the cost, so you don't need to worry."

Pei Yan stared at her for a few seconds, "Aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"

"You won't." The certainty in her voice sent a shiver down his spine.

From beginning to end, Pei Yan couldn't figure out where Shen Zhaoyi's trust in him came from.

Back when he was deeply persecuted by public opinion and covered in scandals, his former close colleagues and teammates turned against him and joined him in distorting the truth.

Apart from his parents and Qiu Ze, no one was on his side.

But Shen Zhaoyi was clearly just a complete stranger with whom he had no prior connection.

Even if he was on guard from the beginning.

The other person was like a bird that had just stopped by, barging into his life without warning, full of enthusiasm, and smashing the high walls he had built into pieces.

Pei Yan looked into Shen Zhaoyi's calm and unwavering eyes, trying to find even the slightest trace of scheming or pity.

But nothing.

Can't see through.

It's totally impossible to see through.

Just then, a slight stinging pain came from the back of his head, interrupting his thoughts.

Pei Yan reached out, and the pain shifted and intensified.

It turned out that the rich man had somehow climbed onto the back of the sofa, using both his beak and claws, and was examining his hair.

If there were a foothold, we would have almost reached the summit by now.

"Even when you can't fly, you still won't behave!" Pei Yan moved aside and complained angrily.

Seeing that he was about to get angry again, Shen Zhaoyi reached out and scooped the little guy into her palm.

With a gentle stroke of her fingertips across the downy feathers on the tycoon's chest, she said meaningfully, "It was originally a bird. Even if it has temporarily lost its wings, the desire to fly high is still etched in its bones."

Even though the gaze wasn't directed at him, Pei Yan understood the meaning behind the words.

Yeah, what's there to be so conflicted about?
Besides, the team's arrangements were agreed upon from the beginning; now it's just a matter of changing the person in charge.

He nodded, as if he had made up his mind.

"Okay, I agree!"

Shen Zhaoyi finally turned her head, a triumphant smile spreading across her eyes. "Alright, the convoy is yours now. Keep an eye on things from here on out!"

She wouldn't do a "losing" deal that involved both money and effort.

Moreover, I know absolutely nothing about cars, and taking over management with complete ignorance will only lead to more trouble.

Pei Yan, who had just been inspired to fight, was suddenly hit by this burden thrown at him.

He asked skeptically, "Isn't it just a nominal position?"

"Yes!"

Shen Zhaoyi nodded frankly, placed the tycoon on her shoulder, and used her free hand to count the money on her fingers:

"But think about it, after the racing team buys the venue, who will use it?"

"It's you."

"Whom are these staff members serving?"

"It's you."

"Who are all the resources being poured into?"

"still you."

With each answer, she bent one finger, then opened her palm. "As for who will ultimately participate in the competition, well, isn't it you?"

Pei Yan actually found some truth in what she said.

"None of this has anything to do with me," Shen Zhaoyi said innocently. "If you don't do it, who will?"

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Looking at her now, she resembled a cunning fox.

Pei Yan then realized—

I've gotten myself on a pirate ship!
So all that trust and emotion he felt just now was just his overthinking.

"I take back what I just said. It would be better if you managed the fleet yourself instead of buying it."

"Oh dear, that's a real shame."

Shen Zhaoyi shook her head with feigned regret, spreading her fingers one by one, "I thought you were knowledgeable and that if I entrusted you with the management, the team could continue operating after the change of ownership, just in time for the June race."

"But it's okay, I'm young, I'll learn slowly."

"After a year or two, you'll figure out the tricks of the trade."

Pei Yan felt that these words sounded strangely familiar.