Chapter 92: Rainstorm Suddenly Arrives

Sun Zhaoxing said coldly, "Whose dog is this? Look carefully, don't let me get involved."

The sponsor of Lan Yiheng's blue-clothed advertisement immediately announced to him, "Your ad can be pulled down. We'll protest to your company with the excuse that the image doesn't match. Be careful yourself."

This was courting death, wasn't it? Sun Zhaoxing was right here. How dare you confront him face to face? Who do you think you are?

Lan Yiheng instantly froze. Weren't you all enemies of that Sun Gongzi? I was helping you, wasn't I?

The woman in blue clothes gave a cold smile and glanced at the rich second-generation fellow shrinking in the crowd. The blue one was their family's promoted darling. Now this was good—the Sun one was furious. An image ambassador like this would likely bring considerable losses to the enterprise. Still wanting to enter the electronic product market? Did they really think their family was all-powerful?

"Vi Vi, don't be nervous. We haven't invested any money; we can just watch the show."

From Sun Zhaoxing's attitude, the young madam who had forgiven the offense against Sun Gongzi had her sights set on Masu Wei. This little flower girl hadn't yet promised any company as an image ambassador. Her image was pure and fresh. As long as Sun Gongzi didn't mind, inviting her to be the image ambassador for a new computer would be the ideal choice.

This competition for the best actress award—if Masu Wei didn't win, her status would still rise considerably. She was competing for this honor with her own strength. Such a girl perfectly matched the design concept for the new computer: lively and fresh, young and dynamic, ideal for appealing to young customers.

We believed Masu Wei had the ability to drive product sales; she had many fans and immense influence.

Recently, at a charity gala in the entertainment circle, Masu Wei hadn't drawn attention, yet the public praise had been exceptionally good. The donation wasn't much, but for Masu Wei, a million-level donation was still easy. This way she neither stole the spotlight nor seemed stingy. After donating, she sat quietly until the gala ended. Such a female star was truly unique. The young madam had noticed her long ago, but in the previous period Masu Wei had accidentally offended Sun Zhaoxing. She hadn't dared to approach her at the risk of offending Sun Gongzi. Now it appeared there was no issue.

Masu Wei felt a bit flustered in her heart. The Yang one was completely ignoring her idol. Was he really that capable?

A mythical blindfold race? There had never been such a person.

Pulled by the young madam, Masu Wei grew more anxious and hurriedly agreed.

The young madam smiled and said, "Vi Vi looks quite nervous. Are you acquainted with that big shot?"

"Ah, oh, we met once." Masu Wei shook her head. Was it considered acquaintance? Maybe it was.

The young madam probably understood and murmured to herself, "It seems this big shot has a good relationship with Sun Gongzi. I really don't know where Sun Gongzi found such a person."

With that, the woman smiled and took Masu Wei's arm, whispering, "Vi Vi, if you can know such a person, you must seize the opportunity. Don't let some shameless female stars beat you to it. By the way, there's Chen Aijia; she has the ability to help you."

Masu Wei hurriedly explained, "I don't know what happened, it was... last night Sun Gongzi saw Mr. Yang send me back, so he told me to be careful from now on. We... we aren't familiar, really. We have nothing."

The young madam turned her eyes and signaled to the woman beside her. Whatever had happened yesterday had to be investigated clearly.

The engine roared to life, the fierce bird car pounced out with a roar. The sound from the big screen merged with the on-site noise, sending the atmosphere of the entire grandstand into frenzy.

"Started," Sun Zhaoxing murmured.

Among those watching the show, some were delighted while others were anxious. The ones truly worried for Yang Changfeng were probably only Chen Aijia and An Ya. They genuinely didn't want him to take such a risk.

Even if it could highlight his mysterious personality a little more clearly, for such a dangerous race, who could truly be at ease letting the person they cared about participate?

The main judge's small flag waved down sharply. The racing car leaped lightly onto the inner track, using its agility to seize nearly a ten-meter lead from the start.

The fierce bird car suddenly pounced forward, its body sturdy and weight nearly double that of the racing car, so its stability was far superior. But falling behind by nearly ten meters at the outset was no good sign.

Ivanov had originally planned to let Yang Changfeng start first. In his view, since the Yang one dared to race blindfolded, the only way was to use the method of identifying position by sound through constantly tracking one's own racing car's trajectory and following behind for greater flexibility in reacting to the fierce bird's movements.

At the moment of the start, this idea was abandoned.

Using the racing car's advantage of high speed and agility, first throw the fierce bird a kilometer ahead, then...

With that kilometer lead, one could easily circle the mountain racecourse and return to the starting point, which was also the finish line of this race.

Only then did the racing car take the lead at the outset.

Yang Changfeng wasn't in the slightest hurry. As soon as the fierce bird took the lead, he knew exactly how to handle it.

Its agility couldn't match the racing car's, but it excelled in steadiness. A steady car had more advantage at turns than a lightweight racing car. Moreover, this section of mountain road was built around the mountain, with obstacles not only at turns and where the road suddenly dropped sharply. With the fierce bird's stability, overtaking the racing car midway would pose no problem as long as nothing went wrong.

This was a modified car, equipped with an engine matched to its weight, providing an energy ratio not lower than the racing car's—and even much higher. Combined with the opponent's mental disadvantage, the opponent had no hope of winning in this race.

He floored the accelerator, following unhurriedly behind the racing car. Ten seconds later, the top speed of both vehicles hadn't risen yet. Now wasn't the time. In fact, during racing, the chance to sprint at maximum speed wasn't frequent; most of the time, running at near-maximum speed was the main factor determining the outcome.

The two cars were locked tightly together, the distance between them fluctuating only between ten and fifteen meters. This move surprised many who understood racing.

This madman really wasn't a weakling. Compared to the others in between, this guy performed more like a professional racer, driving a fierce bird car to bite a professional racing car on a mountain road. He was a talent!

Suddenly a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder rumbled. Instant downpour followed, with no gale yet but heavy rain approaching. This wasn't good weather, especially for racing competitions. Heavy rain or gale would inevitably affect the racer's vision and mood.

This racing competition, from now on, could truly be considered having something worth watching.