Since Fan just mentioned it, Bai Mu just went along with it.
Fan stared at him blankly, "Really, buddy, you're only eighteen years old."
"Do you know what investment is? You'll have to put up at least three or five hundred million denarii, right?"
Bai Mu touched his chin.
Three or five hundred million, don’t tell me, don’t tell me.
He really does.
He asked directly: "How much do you want?"
Fanmu looked at Baimu blankly, his expression very complicated for a moment.
Is it true or false?
He pointed at Bai Mu and said, "You, invest in, me?"
He had a strange expression on his face, with one eye wide open and one eye small, looking very confused and at a loss.
Bai Mu shook his head and said, "Yeah, it's not me who's investing in you, it's the Bai family that's planning to invest in the racing industry."
"I feel like you can definitely make money."
He said it with a smile.
Bai Mu has been in many cars and his driving skills are impeccable. After all, he races with the sheriff and the prison every day, so he is extremely talented!
And he has always been very good at judging people.
Fan asked in surprise: "Uh, four hundred million?"
"What's the approximate success rate?"
Fan calculated: "Fifty percent, four hundred million can buy a good racing car, and also get the team's starting qualification."
Bai Mu shook his head, "No, I won't join other teams."
Racing is conducted according to the team, and Baimu doesn't want to make money by joining another team.
But it is to increase the influence of the Bai family.
When he saw the two people from the Montev family in the morning, he knew that a large family definitely needed a lot of money and influence to support it.
It all starts here.
"I want you to form a team, how many dinnies."
Fan was immediately shocked by Bai Mu's bold statement, "Form a team?"
"Then the smallest fleet would cost 600 million, right?"
Two cars, two people, and self-assembled equipment can almost be considered a fleet.
Adding the registration fees for the competition, 600 million is barely enough.
Bai Mu thought for a moment, "Six hundred million, how sure are we?"
"Fifty percent."
"I'll give you 1.2 billion, how much can you earn?"
Fan's two mouse ears twitched, he was still a little bit unbelievable, "But, why?"
"Weren't we just talking about smoking? Why do you suddenly want to invest in me?"
Bai Mu shrugged, "Because you need money and I need to gain a foothold in the city center."
"And I happen to have a little bit of Dingni, and you happen to have the ability to help me."
The more important reason why he invested was because he saw Fan's desire for his dream in the brief conversation just now.
Fan looked at Bai Mu for a long time without saying a word.
"We can earn 15 billion if our team wins the championship all the way from the qualifying round."
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