Chapter 98

Yunshan is located thirty kilometers southeast of Hanghu. It was once a desolate mountain, but due to its beautiful scenery, it was developed into a tourist attraction a few years ago by a wealthy businessman. However, the number of tourists visiting for sightseeing was not high, and it could not be compared to the West Lake.

Due to the sparse number of tourists, the hotels and restaurants in the Yunshan tourist area were closed one after another. The mountain road, which the government had spent a huge amount of money to build according to highway standards, was left idle and became a dedicated race track for the car racing enthusiasts in southern Jiangnan.

Two years ago, Nan Qinghong entered Hanghu with great fanfare and saw the business opportunity. He purchased the Yunshan tourist area and the hotels and restaurants at the foot of the mountain at a low price. On the surface, he operated tourism, but in reality, he organized underground car races, making huge profits through betting.

Although the temperature in Hanghu in September was still above thirty degrees, it was already autumn. By eight o'clock, it was completely dark.

At eight o'clock, the Yunjing Hotel at the foot of Yunshan was brightly lit. The parking lot in front of the hotel was filled with many cars, most of which were sports cars.

The car racing enthusiasts did not turn off their beloved cars but kept the headlights on, illuminating the surroundings as bright as daylight.

In addition to sports cars, there were many luxury sedans in the parking lot. The owners of these cars were wealthy people from Jiangnan and surrounding provinces. Their purpose for coming here was one: to bet on car races—according to the odds provided by the bookmaker, Nan Qinghong, they would place bets on a particular driver. If the driver they bet on won the race, Nan Qinghong would pay out according to the odds.

To provide first-class service to these wealthy people, Qiao Bazhi, the former head of the Hanghu branch of Nan Qinghong, put a lot of effort into turning the Yunjing Hotel into a club, offering dining, accommodation, and model companionship services.

In addition, he had the top floor renovated into a luxurious hall with a large display screen showing the odds of each participating driver and race information.

The race information referred to cameras set up by the bookmaker at various points on the track. The gamblers could watch the video footage from the cameras to track the progress of the race and decide whether to place additional bets.

This was similar to the "in-play" betting in football.

"It seems we need to invite the two car kings to participate in a race to increase our profile and attract more wealthy people to bet on car races," Feng Kai, the former manager of the CC Bar, said thoughtfully, looking at the less than half-full hall on the top floor.

Because of his quick wit, Feng Kai survived unscathed during the retaliation by the Donghai Gang and became one of the few mid-level managers to survive in the Hanghu branch of Nan Qinghong.

After Lin Aofeng arrived in Hanghu, he organized a meeting and transferred Feng Kai to Yunshan to be in charge of the underground car races, effectively elevating his status and position in the Hanghu branch of Nan Qinghong—underground car racing was one of the most profitable black market businesses in the Hanghu branch of Nan Qinghong!

In such a situation, Feng Kai naturally wanted to do something to deepen Lin Aofeng's impression of him.

"Please rest assured, Manager Feng. I will immediately arrange for this," a woman in a business suit responded promptly. She was a former model and now Feng Kai's assistant and lover.

"Um." Feng Kai nodded, then, remembering Lin Aofeng's instructions over the phone, asked, "Has Xie Kun arrived?"

"Ding... ding..."

Before Feng Kai's assistant could answer, her radio crackled with the voice of a staff member from the Yunshan underground racing track, "Miss Jiang, Young Master Xie has arrived and is expected to reach the parking lot in five minutes."

"Understood." The woman, Jiang Li, replied and then said to Feng Kai, "Manager Feng, Xie Kun will arrive at the parking lot in five minutes."

"Let's go down to welcome him." Feng Kai immediately headed for the door of the office.

Jiang Li hurriedly followed, hesitated for a moment, and then asked curiously, "Manager Feng, although Xie Kun is rich and foolish, it's not necessary for you to personally welcome him, is it?"

"Remember, starting today, Xie Kun will become one of the most important guests at the Yunshan underground racing track," Feng Kai paused, his expression serious. "His sister, Xie Yin, is now Lin Shao's woman."

"Uh..."

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, then her face was filled with envy and resentment.

Although Xie Yin and she both took the "cross-legged" route, Xie Yin was clearly much more high-end and prestigious.

Five minutes later, when Feng Kai and his assistant Jiang Li arrived at the parking lot outside the hotel, Xie Kun drove up in his flashy Koenigsegg.

Seeing the Koenigsegg stop, Feng Kai quickly led his assistant to greet him.

Hmm?

The surrounding car racing enthusiasts were taken aback.

In their view, even if Xie Kun was going to race against Su Jindi tonight, it was not necessary for Feng Kai, the new owner of the Yunshan racing track, to personally welcome him with his assistant.

After all, in their memory, even the core members of the Shanghai-Hangzhou Supercar Club had never received such treatment, and Xie Kun, in terms of driving skills and status, was just a minor player in the Shanghai-Hangzhou Supercar Club!

In the Koenigsegg, Xie Kun was incredibly excited when he saw Feng Kai and his assistant approaching his beloved car.

He was excited not only because he guessed that Feng Kai and his assistant were there to welcome him but also because he knew the reason—on the way, Xie Yin had texted him, saying that her new boyfriend was named Lin Aofeng, a powerful figure, the prince of the underground world in South China, and even the former Hanghu underworld boss, Qiao Bazhi, was not qualified to carry Lin Aofeng's bag!

Xie Kun did not know what it meant to be the prince of the underground world in South China, nor did he know how powerful someone who was not even qualified to carry Qiao Bazhi's bag was!

But he knew one thing: he no longer had to be submissive in front of all the rich kids, including Su Jindi!

At least... not tonight!

At that moment, thinking of what his sister Xie Yin had texted him, and seeing Feng Kai and his assistant standing respectfully in front of his car, waiting for him to get out like servants waiting for their master, Xie Kun was so excited that he wanted to laugh out loud.

Shortly after, in the presence of Feng Kai and his assistant, and under the puzzled gazes of the surrounding rich kids, Xie Kun opened the car door and got out.

At that moment, he felt like a chicken that had turned into a phoenix, proudly holding his head high, his mouth almost reaching the sky.

"Good evening, Young Master Xie. Young Master Lin called and said that he and Miss Xie will come to watch your race tonight," Feng Kai said, despite finding Xie Kun's smug expression distasteful. He knew the principle of "one person rises, and all his associates benefit," so he not only did not show his disdain but also bowed slightly to Xie Kun, his attitude extremely respectful.

"My sister has already told me," Xie Kun replied, feeling even more elated at Feng Kai's submissive demeanor. He imitated the manner of important figures, nodded slightly, and looked at the surrounding rich kids with a smug expression.

The surrounding rich kids, who were too far away to hear Feng Kai's words, saw Feng Kai bow to Xie Kun and were stunned, their minds filled with a single question: Why was Feng Kai being so polite to Xie Kun?

"Young Master Xie, there is still some time before your race. Would you like to rest in the club for a while?" Feng Kai suggested.

"No, I'll stay here," Xie Kun shook his head. He had waited a long time for this moment to show off, and he was not about to miss it.

Feng Kai, with years of experience in the underworld, quickly adapted to various roles and was skilled at reading people. He immediately saw through Xie Kun's thoughts and smiled, "Young Master Xie, I'll go back to the club to handle some matters and come down to accompany you later?"

"Okay."

Xie Kun agreed readily, knowing that Feng Kai's presence would make his showing off less convenient.

Seeing Xie Kun nod, Feng Kai did not waste any more words and left with Jiang Li.

At the same time, the rich kids from the Shanghai-Hangzhou Supercar Club, like cats drawn by the scent of fish, gathered around Xie Kun.

"Xie Kun, it's been a while, and you've really changed. I never thought Feng Manager would treat you with such respect," one of the rich kids said, smiling and teasing.

"Yeah, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it," another rich kid added. "Xie Kun, why is Feng Manager being so polite to you?"

The second rich kid directly voiced everyone's thoughts. As he spoke, almost all the rich kids turned their eyes to Xie Kun, waiting for his answer.

Faced with the puzzled and expectant gazes, Xie Kun felt incredibly satisfied.

He held his head high, looking at the rich kids who had once looked down on him, and said coolly, "You'll find out soon."

"Xie Kun, what are you trying to act all high and mighty for?"

Seeing Xie Kun's arrogant expression, a member of the Shanghai-Hangzhou Supercar Club who was close to Su Jindi was not pleased and sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, it must be because your sister has 'crossed legs' with some big shot, right?"

"You'd better watch your mouth!" Xie Kun glared at the rich kid, saying coldly, "Otherwise, you might have to leave here in a stretcher tonight!"

"You..."

The rich kid, Wang Wei, was furious, but remembering Feng Kai's respectful demeanor toward Xie Kun, he thought Xie Kun might not be bluffing and swallowed his words.

"Try me if you don't believe me," Xie Kun said threateningly. He did not mind giving these rich kids a taste of his power before Su Jindi arrived.

The rich kid did not dare to respond and left with a sullen face. The other rich kids, though they disliked Xie Kun's smug attitude, did not provoke him until they understood the reason for his sudden rise.

At the same time,

At the entrance of the Yunshan Club, Jiang Li could not help but say, "Manager Feng, Xie Kun is really getting too full of himself."

"One person rises, and all his associates benefit."

Feng Kai looked at Xie Kun, who was surrounded by the rich kids like a star, and said, "As long as Lin Shao doesn't discard Xie Yin as a toy, Xie Kun has the capital to be arrogant in Jiangnan and even all of South China!"

"Does that mean the second son of the Su family will have a bad night?" Jiang Li thought of Su Jindi's bet with Xie Kun.

"If that kid is willing to be Xie Kun's sidekick, he won't have any problems," Feng Kai's eyes gleamed. "But... given his rebellious nature, I doubt he can do that."

"In that case, he is destined to have a bad night."

As she spoke, Jiang Li's envy and resentment grew. In her view, being able to "cross legs" with someone like Xie Yin was a life well-lived. (To be continued.)