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Chapter 91 I should be at home, not in the car (Pei Yan)

This answer.

Shen Zhaoyi didn't understand.

"So what's the point of you coming to this competition?"

"Prove my strength." Pei Yan answered decisively, but the hand gripping the seatbelt tightly at his side betrayed his inner resentment.

The red light came on and the car slowly stopped.

Shen Zhaoyi turned to look at him.

His profile revealed a hint of loneliness in the dappled light and shadow.

"What about the later matches?" she asked softly. "Aren't you going to participate?"

Formula racing uses a points system, and today's first place is a good start. It's only May, and if he can maintain his form, he can also compete for the overall championship.

To prove something, how can winning first place once be enough?

Of course, the goal is to seize the more authoritative one and then slap those who accused him of fixing the match hard in the face.

Seeing Pei Yan nod, Shen Zhaoyi didn't believe that he lacked confidence in his own abilities; he must have other concerns.

Considering that Xu Meng was sitting behind her, she temporarily put down her words.

The atmosphere inside the car returned to its initial silence.

We went straight to the restaurant.

After ordering, Shen Zhaoyi noticed that Xu Meng seemed a little uncomfortable. Thinking that she still had to talk to Pei Yan about serious matters later, she gave her the car keys.

"You should drive home after you finish eating."

"No need, no need!" Xu Meng refused repeatedly. "I'll just take a taxi back!"

She felt it might be better to leave the car to the boss and the handsome young man.

With the thought of giving the two of them some space in mind, I only ate a couple of bites of food before making my escape.

The door to the private room was gently closed.

Shen Zhaoyi didn't rush to speak, but slowly and deliberately enjoyed the food until she was about 80% full before putting down her chopsticks.

She looked up at the person sitting diagonally opposite her.

In May, the temperature in S City was pleasant, but Pei Yan seemed to be much darker than when they last met.

"So," she tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, "why didn't we compete?"

"The team only gave him one chance."

"A parking space fee of over a million can only be used once?" Shen Zhaoyi's voice suddenly rose. "And the trophy still goes to them? That's outrageous!"

Pei Yan hadn't expected her to be even angrier than him, so he calmed down a bit and explained, "That's how it is in the industry."

"Given my previous bad reputation, it's already quite difficult for a team to agree to let me run even once."

His voice became noticeably strained when he spoke the last few words.

He swallowed a mouthful of warm water to calm the feeling down, then looked directly at Shen Zhaoyi. "You should have investigated my past as well, right?"

"No doubt" is an affirmative statement.

When Pei Yan had dinner with Qiu Ze last time, he could tell that she was a gossip.

How could they sit still and not dig up dirt on each other?

"I checked," Shen Zhaoyi nodded readily, "but did you do it yourself?"

Pei Yan immediately retorted, "No."

"That's it."

A seemingly casual remark struck Pei Yan's heart like a heavy hammer blow.

Its impact is far greater than the combined impact of coming to the police station to bail himself out and incidentally transferring parking fees.

He gripped the glass tightly, his knuckles turning white: "You..."

Why can you believe in yourself so easily?

Where does this trust come from?

But Shen Zhaoyi paid no heed to the turmoil in his heart and eagerly asked, "Are there any other convoys that can run? I'm willing to spend more money!"

Although Pei Yan only offers a 30% cashback rate, it adds up.

not to mention--

He is indeed very attractive on the racetrack.

She never shortchanges any ambitious "dream chaser".

However, Pei Yan shook his head, "No, it's over. This convoy only agreed after a long talk because of an acquaintance we knew before."

"Do I have to join a team?" Shen Zhaoyi frowned. "It's all based on points anyway, can't I compete individually?"

"FIA regulations stipulate that all participating vehicles must be technically supported by their registered teams." That's complicated; I don't understand.

But Shen Zhaoyi seized on another problem: "How do I register a racing team?"

Her intuition told her that she could spend a lot of money here.

Pei Yan looked at her suspiciously.

"You wouldn't be thinking that, would you?"

Seeing her nod, Pei Yan put his legs down and leaned over, "Sister, I know you're rich, but this isn't child's play."

“This requires various technical personnel, finding a venue, and handling logistics…” He counted on his fingers, his tone carrying a hint of discouragement, “These are not things you can handle by yourself.”

Shen Zhaoyi remained unmoved.

Anyway, once the money is paid, finding all these things will be a matter of time.

"I'm just asking you, what exactly is the registration process?"

Seeing that she seemed to be serious, Pei Yan took a deep breath and finally became serious: "First of all, you need to have a racing license recognized by the FIA."

"purchase."

"No, this is on the test—"

“Wait, don’t you already have one?” Shen Zhaoyi interrupted him.

Since the money has to be spent in his name anyway, the racing team naturally has to let him register it.

Pei Yan: "..."

I rubbed my temples and suddenly felt that the conversation was gradually turning into something magical.

"Then you'll need at least two racing cars that meet the competition standards, and the cost of each one is approximately..."

"You don't need to worry about that. As long as you have the connections, you'll have plenty."

"..."

Once again, Pei Yan's understanding of Shen Zhaoyi's abilities was refreshed. This time, he learned his lesson and directly chose the most complicated one, saying that he also needed sponsors.

"There must be at least three brand sponsors, including those in the automotive industry." (This has been altered for plot purposes; please do not take it too seriously.)
This time, there was no timely response.

Shen Zhaoyi also found this quite troublesome.

She's simply rich; as for connections, social circles, and career, she has nothing.

The idea of ​​registering a racing team had to be put on hold for the time being.

Looking at Pei Yan, she suddenly felt a sense of helplessness, like a eunuch visiting a brothel; there was truly nothing she could do to help him.

But the latter clearly didn't have much hope for it either.

The reason I have this opportunity to compete today is simply to prove—

Two years later, without a team or resources, Pei Yan still managed to win.

Naturally, they wouldn't stoop to doing such dirty things.

As for the framing involving that transfer, we'll have to find another way.

The topic was quickly moved on. Upon learning that he was returning to Qing City the day after tomorrow, and unlike last time he wouldn't be taking an early morning flight, Shen Zhaoyi casually offered, "Shall I give you a ride?"

Pei Yan glanced at her.

Thinking that there might not be many chances to meet again in the future, I finally agreed.

After the meal, someone else beat us to it when it came time to pay the bill.

Shen Zhaoyi didn't argue and stood behind him waiting.

Suddenly, my phone beeped with a video call notification.

It’s Su Ye.

She was somewhat surprised, since it was rare for the other party to contact her without prior notice at this time of day.

Once the call connected, the person on the screen appeared to be standing in an exhibition hall, with rows of sofas and lamps in the background.

"Outside?" Su Ye noticed she didn't seem to be at home, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes. "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Shen Zhaoyi brought the phone closer and asked why she was video calling now.

The camera was turned to the display area on the side.

"It's the weekend today, and I'm at the furniture store." Su Ye's voice was gentle, with a hint of inquiry. "The home theater is all set up, and I'm about to choose a sofa. I wanted to ask what style you like."

Shen Zhaoyi asked in surprise, "So fast?"

"Yes, the construction team is very efficient."

"Then come closer so I can take a look."

The camera panned across several leather sofas, all of which looked quite nice. Just as Su Ye was about to pick one with a color scheme that wouldn't clash with hers, her wrist was suddenly yanked—

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