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Lin Sa froze on the spot when she heard the name Wang Ye had chosen.

She raised a hand to cover her forehead, her F-cup breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

"Boss, this is so tacky!"

"We spent 45 million to build this top-of-the-line T1+ prototype. If we go out with it under the name 'Rich and Reckless Racing Team,' even the FIA ​​judges will have a stroke on the spot!"

Wang Ye leaned against the large racing beadlock tire with his arms crossed.

"What's so unsophisticated about it? It's all about being sophisticated, don't you understand?"

"Those cars called Thunder or Speeding, the audience can't even remember their license plate numbers after the race."

"We'll stick this slogan on the car door, and as soon as we overtake the opponent, we'll break through their defenses both physically and mentally!"

"As long as it's memorable, that's fine, it's settled!"

Wang Ye thought to himself with a smug smile: "I, the chairman, am out racing for emotional value. Who would want such a high-class English name?"

Pshaw, who was that pretentious, high-class person who was spouting French and English all the time at the Paris auction?

Well, when you're abroad, that's called "when in Rome, do as the Romans do," but when you're back in China, it's called "being down-to-earth!"

The German director next to him, Hans, leaned over to look at the Chinese characters on the tablet and praised them in German with a look of piety.

"Boss, these Eastern characters have such powerful lines! What do they mean? Are they from the invincible war god in Eastern mythology?"

Wang Ye patted Hans on the shoulder and, without changing his expression, started rambling in German.

"Pretty much. It means telling our opponents to stay away from our cars, or even God can't save their wallets."

Hans was filled with respect, gave a thumbs up, and turned to arrange for the paint technician to make a high-reflective car decal.

Lin Sa rolled her eyes, put the tablet on the tool cart next to her, and casually tugged at the hem of her sweat-soaked sports bra, revealing a section of her flat and firm tanned belly.

She moved closer to Wang Ye, her long, straight legs in work pants taking a step forward, her toes almost touching the top of Wang Ye's shoes, and her voice suddenly dropped eight octaves.

"Okay, you're the boss, so I'll do as you say regarding the name and slogan."

"But boss, there's one more thing."

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping down her healthy collarbone.

"What's going on? Why are you being so secretive? Did you secretly buy a fighter jet behind my back?"

Lin Sa chuckled twice, then held up two fingers and twirled them in front of Wang Ye, his eyes darting around.

"We didn't buy the fighter jets, but... we're out of money. The 100 million you gave us has already been burned through."

Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.

"What the hell? One hundred million yuan burned up like that? Did you stuff RMB into a gas tank and burn it like gasoline?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sa immediately puffed out her chest and started counting on her fingers, clearly unconvinced.

"Boss, do you think top-tier international rally racing is child's play?!"

"Just this 1000-horsepower all-carbon fiber monster and two spare assemblies alone cost 45 million!"

"Those four German-made MAN 8x8 heavy-duty trucks, plus a complete set of five-axis machine tools, cost another 32 million!"

"Add to that the signing bonus, annual salary, helicopter rental, high-octane racing fuel, and fifty anti-derailment desert tires for Hans and his Dakar champion mechanic team—I even added 80,000 yuan of my own savings to that 100 million!"

"The team's accounts are emptier than my face right now. We don't even have money for the team's travel expenses for next week's trip to Xinjiang, or for the race deposit!"

Wang Ye looked at Lin Sa's self-righteous and slightly sycophantic expression.

One hundred million was spent in just two months. This woman's spending speed is exactly what I, the chairman, want!

Wang Ye took out a China Merchants Bank black gold card, held it between two fingers, and gently patted Lin Sa's F-class car.

"I thought it was no big deal, that you're so worried about just 80,000 yuan of your secret stash of money."

"Listen up, the thing I'm least afraid of is burning money."

"Add another 100 million to the team's account!"

Lin Sa's eyes lit up instantly, and she was about to rush over and cheer when Wang Ye flipped his wrist and changed his mind.

"No, one hundred million is too stingy. It would be embarrassing for me, Chairman Wang, if word got out."

"Add two hundred million directly!"

"Have Hans fill the spare parts warehouse to the brim. When we get to Xinjiang, all the technicians and support staff will stay in five-star hotels and eat top-notch roasted whole lamb. If you don't spend a single penny more, I'll hold you responsible!"

Lin Sa gasped, staring at the black gold card in Wang Ye's hand, her heart pounding wildly.

It cost a total of 300 million RMB, all to accompany her in a rally race!

The feeling of being showered with real money without reservation made Lin Sa, who was extremely fond of strength, feel a chill run down her spine and her legs go weak.

"Boss! You're the only god in my life!"

Lin Sa snatched the black gold card and stuffed it into the cleavage of her sports bra, then opened her arms to hang on Wang Ye.

Just then, a crisp electronic system voice suddenly rang out deep within Wang Ye's mind!

[Ding! Detected that the host's fully-funded top-tier private rally team is ready and about to depart for the 2026 China Taklimakan International Rally!]

[A special competitive main quest is now available: The Absolute Overlord of the Sea of ​​Death!]

[Mission Requirements: The host must partner with navigator Lin Sa to complete the 7500-kilometer race in the self-developed T1+ race car and win the overall championship in the car category!]

[Mission Rewards: Mystery Blind Box*1, Exclusive Racing Car Blind Box*1, 10000 Godly Coins!]

Wang Ye paused, pressed down on Lin Sa's thrashing head with one hand, and communicated directly with the system in his mind.

"Brother Tongzi, this year's Taklimakan Rally is the longest in history, at 7,500 kilometers. I heard there are some devilish stages that haven't been played in nine years."

"Although I have maxed-out rally driving skills, the desert is unpredictable. Do you have anything that can help me in the race?"

The system's cold, mechanical voice responded instantly:

[Ding! The host has now unlocked LV5 system privileges and can now view or refresh the Godly Rich Shop to purchase auxiliary items!]

Wang Ye felt reassured and patted Lin Sa's firm and elastic waist.

"Alright, keep the card safe. Go to the finance department and deposit it, then submit the registration form."

"Let's compile all the race data tonight and bring it back to Manor No. 19. We'll prepare for the race tonight!"

Lin Sa patted the spot on her chest where the object was stuck and gave a hearty salute.

"Yes, sir! Tonight, I'll personally go to your room to report the route!"

……

10:30 PM, Shunyi Central Villa District, Building 19, Wang Manor.

The heating in the master suite on the third floor was on full blast.

Wang Ye had just come out of the shower, wearing only a pair of loose black silk shorts, his eight-pack abs gleaming under the warm yellow wall lamp.

He was drying his hair with a towel when he sat down on the king-size leather bed. There was a loud knocking on the master bedroom door from the outside.

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

As the door opened, a wave of heat, a mixture of refreshing mint shower gel and female hormones, rushed out.

Lin Sa walked in and casually locked the door with a click.

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