Chapter 62: Can Afford to Defeat

He Jingchuan beside him couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Jiang Beiyu, if you really bet with him, it will be a losing business."

"It's okay, I can still afford to lose." Jiang Beiyu raised his thin lips slightly, looking outside, a little nonchalant.

The man in the wine-red suit in the private room had no patience and said sarcastically, "Mr. Jiang, can't you afford to play?"

Jiang Beiyu smiled again, "No, it's just a project in Baiguan Mountain. I don't need it."

This statement was so outrageous that He Jingchuan even wanted to beat him up.

There were more than just the three of them in this private room. The man opposite, Mr. Qin, who was wearing a burgundy suit, brought a beautiful female companion who was wearing an eye-catching red suspender dress. She flirted with the man next to her from time to time.

This was a hurt to He Jingchuan, a single man, but he firmly believed that it was just a nuisance to Jiang Beiyu next to him.

I don't know why this guy is so mysteriously confident. Every time he goes out, he thinks all the women he sees are vulgar. He looks at himself in the mirror at least ten times a day, thinking that he might as well find someone to date in the future.

What kind of woman do you want?

At this moment, Jiang Beiyu caught a glimpse of a contestant wearing a blue and white racing suit. Compared with the people around him, his figure was very petite.

"Tsk, that's him, the one with number 19," Jiang Beiyu touched his chin, "I'll invest 10 million."

He Jingchuan: "..."

He looked at contestant No. 19. His face couldn't be seen clearly because of the helmet, but the only thing that was certain was that anyone he voted for would have a better chance of winning than him.

This guy is too fucking thin.

Judging from his height, he is at most about 1.7 meters tall.

Don't say that he judges people by their appearance, but No. 19 looks very unreliable.

"Are you serious?" He Jingchuan looked at the man next to him.

Jiang Beiyu has already invested 10 million yuan using his mobile phone - betting on the skinny contestant No. 19.

He Jingchuan: "..."

His first thought was that if he had such a prodigal son, he would definitely beat him to death immediately.

Having a son really costs money.

Mr. Qin beside him laughed loudly, "Young Master Jiang, are you planning to just give the project to me?"

"I heard that this is your last project before being kicked out of Jiang Corporation. Isn't this too hasty?" The other party was in a good mood and felt that he had a sure win.

Jiang Beiyu poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, turned around and saw He Jingchuan looking at him like a fool. Jiang Beiyu suddenly smiled, "You don't want to bet?"

He Jingchuan was full of complicated thoughts, "Have you been hit hard recently?"

There are rumors that the Jiang family wants to kick the eldest son out of the company and support the second son.

But considering the relationship between He Jingchuan and Jiang Beiyu, how could he not know the inside story?

Jiang Beiyu's younger brother is only in the second year of junior high school and has not yet passed his rebellious period, but he calls his older brother "older brother" all the time. It's a joke that brothers are fighting with each other.

Jiang Beiyu's only worry is probably that she is too beautiful.

He said it himself.

Having said that, He Jingchuan had no intention of joining Jiang Beiyu in a losing business.

"I'll buy number 8." He Jingchuan made up his mind and invested five million in number 8.

Jiang Beiyu picked up his phone and replied to a message, then continued to look outside. The game was about to begin.

Mr. Qin, with his arm around his female companion's waist, was also standing by the window watching.

This is an ordinary track car race, and the rules are not that strict. After all, it is not formal enough and human life is not particularly important.

(End of this chapter)