"It's not that she's not worth it, it's that I'm not worth it."
How much ability, let the other party get how much cherish.
But if you don't have the ability to bear, don't give the other party expectations. This is Hunter's principle all along.
"Come to Red Bull, we'll give you an annual salary of 750,000 euros, three times that of Marcus."
Owen said.
Hunter's eyes widened, he thought he was hallucinating.
"What? Seven hundred and fifty thousand euros?"
"The penalty is borne by Red Bull Racing." Owen put away his smile.
This guy is serious.
At this time, the man in the suit opposite bid another $90,000.
"One hundred thousand dollars." Owen continued to buckle Hunter's wrist, raised his hand, glanced coldly at the man in the suit opposite, and wiped his neck neatly.
The other party swallowed his saliva and wanted to continue to ask for the price. Owen's brows rose, but the other party finally didn't speak.
A mouthful of Hunter's old blood spurted out.
"Hey... that's enough, Owen..."
"Join the Red Bull Racing Team and be my teammate. This hundred thousand dollars will be invited by Mr. Hanks, the team manager." Owen tilted his head and smiled, like a very beautiful old fox.
Hunter was dumbfounded, and then he realized that he was experiencing the first time in his life to be poached.
"According to your performance in the past few stops, if you continue to earn points, it is very likely that your annual salary after tax will exceed one million euros. You can buy your house back soon."
Hunter still had an expression on his face that he didn't know what was going on.
"Did you know that the most important factor in determining a driver's ranking is no longer the driver's skill?" Owen asked.
"I know. It's the performance of the car."
"The Marcus team is weak and their power unit development is behind the big teams. If you really want to be in Formula 1 one day, you need a stronger backing. Now Red Bull is reaching out to you. How did you decide on the olive branch?"
"Do you really think now is a good time to discuss this issue?" Hunter frowned.
The strength of the Red Bull team is indeed much stronger than that of the Marcus team, neither technical support nor financial support is on the same level.
"I think now is the best time - when your willpower is at its weakest."
"If my answer is 'no,' I'm going to pay the hundred thousand dollars myself, right?"
No wonder Donald once told him to watch out for Owen.
"It's okay, I'll still invite you." Owen reached out and squeezed Hunter's cheek, "I'm not that stingy."
I'd rather you be so stingy.
"So, what's the answer?" Owen asked, face sideways.
At this time, the host of the auction announced to the guests that Nikki belonged to Hunter.
"You know when I was at the lowest point in my life, the Marcus team gave me the only goal to survive. I could quit F1, but I can't leave the Marcus team, at least not now."
Owen looked Hunter in the eyes, lowered his head, and smiled.
I don't know if that smile was helpless, whether it was admiration or mocking Hunter's naivety.
"Okay, I still think it's very interesting to be able to take you out to play." Owen took out the checkbook smartly, and after writing the numbers smoothly, he folded it into a paper airplane and flew it to the waiter who came to receive the check. pregnancy.
"That's it?" Hunter now suspects that what Owen had just said about Red Bull's poaching was just a bad joke.
"that's it."
The dark-haired girl snuggled up beside Owen, and the two kissed slowly but passionately. He covered her ear and didn't know what to say, and the other party started kissing his cheek and his neck.
It seems that Owen is a master of flirting girls no less than Donald.
Nikki walked over to Hunter, tucked her fingers lightly over his collar, and raised her chin, meaning "let's go."
The corners of her sunken lips were a silent temptation, and Hunter was pulled away by her.
There are countless rooms inside the club.
Nikki's fingertips pressed lightly on a certain door, and it opened.
She turned around, put her arms around Hunter's neck, and walked in.
Hunter looked into her eyes, only to feel that the world was moving away.
"Hey Hunter, I said about joining the Red Bull team, are you sure about your answer?"
Owen put his arm around his girlfriend and stopped in front of Hunter's door.
"Sorry. I'll return the hundred thousand dollars to you, although it may be later when I get the dividend."
In his heart, Nikki's expectations really cannot be measured by money.
Owen's eyes fell, and the smile on his lips carried a trace of evil that made Hunter suddenly uneasy.
"Then enjoy your beast. These three hours are non-refundable!"
"what?"
Before Hunter came back to his senses, Owen had kicked Hunter's door with his toes.
Nikki turned around and smiled at Hunter.
Only then did Hunt realize that Nicky was tall.
He himself is one hundred and seventy-eight centimeters, and Nikki is wearing high heels, almost five centimeters taller than him.
She lowered her eyes to look at Hunter, a smile on her lips, and some kind of sultry glance in her eyes.
Hunter swallowed his saliva subconsciously, Nikki put his hands on his shoulders, led Hunter around half a circle, and gently pushed him towards the bed with a veil hanging behind him.
When Hunter's back knee was against the mattress, Nikki suddenly pushed Hunter hard. Hunter could have stood firm, but Nikki turned his face to the side and was about to kiss him, and Hunter subconsciously retreated. , fell down.
Nikki smiled and sat on Hunter's body, clasping his neck, still looking down at him: "When you stand on it, I think you are very cute."
Hunter was stunned for a while, then tilted his head and asked uncertainly, "Your... how come your voice is a bit like a man?"
Nikki put her forehead on Hunter's forehead, and answered with the corners of her lips hooked: "Because I am a man."
"What?" Hunter looked at each other with round eyes.
He thinks he heard it wrong!
Nikki lifted Hunter's finger and touched his throat, which was obviously a man's Adam's apple.
The problem is... why didn't I realize it just now!
"Before you came, didn't you know that the theme of this party was Beauty and the Beast?" Nikki turned her face with a smile and leaned towards Hunter again.
But Hunter put his shoulders on him: "I know the theme of the party is Beauty and the Beast, but you are obviously wearing a skirt... and high heels! And... "
"This is the interesting part. All of us are VIPs performing on stage. We all dress up as women we think are attractive, and show the most moving gestures. Let's see how many people can be fascinated?"
So... the players on the stage are the players, and the players off the stage are also players, and only you are the one being played
Nicky... ah, no, it should be Nicky's finger, rubbing Hunter's chin lightly: "Real women, of course, are beautiful women. And like me... "
"Is it a beast?" Hunter answered subconsciously.
"Bingo." Nicky pressed his weight on Hunter.
But Hunter held himself firmly.
He finally understood why Owen said "there is no refund or exchange for these three hours".
"Sorry." Hunt's hands clasped Nicky's waist and pushed him away from him.
"Hey, you look depressed, but you're so focused when you look at me offstage. I thought you knew I was a man."
"I don't know, sorry. I was tricked..."
Hunter hugged his knee depressedly, trying to hide his face.
Nicky sat aside, folded his arms, looked at the top of Hunter's head, and said amusedly, "Do you feel like I'm being tricked? I'm sorry I'm not a woman, making you feel sick to your stomach?"
"No... it's not. It's not you who played with me..."
It's Owen that bastard.
Hunter now finally understands why Owen asked if he was sure about joining Red Bull before he kicked the door.
If he accepted it, Owen might have gloated to tell him that Nicky was a man.
But he refused, and this was Owen's revenge on him.
"You're really beautiful when you're on stage. I don't regret thinking you're beautiful."
Nicky was stunned for a while, then smiled: "Hey, are you really going to sit here like this until the three hours are over? You know that once this door is closed, it won't open until time..."
"It's okay." Hunter still held his knees and lowered his head.
"Then you know that if we foul, we can end it early?" Nicky leaned into Hunter's ear and asked softly, "Are you sure you don't want to try?"
Nicky's breath lingered in Hunter's ears, and his voice was long and soft.
"Need not."
"But I think so."
Nicky turned his face sideways, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and was about to touch Hunter's ear, but was shoved by Hunter.
Nicky almost fell, which made his original ridicule look cold: "Hey, you are really ruthless. Why don't you just say you hate me? Or do you think I'm one of those sissies out there? Kid, I It's the one above."
"I'm sorry I didn't control my strength, I just didn't want to... because there are some things I can't try."
Hunter didn't know how to explain it, but he felt like he was hurting Nicky's pride.
"Because I'm a man, you're afraid you'll bend." Nicky said in a sarcastic tone.
"No! It's because your eyes are like his!"
Hunter cried out anxiously.
"Eyes? Who do you look like?"
Hunter scratched his head, not knowing how he could blurt it out. But no matter what, the prank that can cost Owen $100,000 should not hurt anyone other than him.
"My most important friend."
"Oh, a man's most important friend is also a man. Are his eyes good-looking?" Nicky still didn't believe what Hunter said, thinking that he just didn't want these three hours to be too embarrassing.
"Yeah, he's a man. But his eyes are really beautiful. His eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean refracted by sunlight." Hunter said seriously.
Nicky looked at Hunter, and the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared. He rudely pulled the silicone chest pad out of his clothes, kicked off his high heels, and sat cross-legged in front of Hunter, propping his chin. Looking at Hunter from the bottom up.
"and then?"
It was a bit of a squeamish expression.
Hunter covered his eyes and said sadly, "My God... You are really a man... I didn't even notice it just now!"
"Because I'm good at acting." Nicky took Hunter's hand away from his eyes with a smug smile on his face, "Don't be annoyed by the past, it's better to enjoy the moment. We're already locked in here anyway, and you don't want to. Doing illegal things makes us leave early, then we have to chat to kill time."
Henry turned his face away and laughed.
"Okay... what to talk about?"
"Talking about the man whose eyes are very similar to mine. I want to know more."
"Actually, look closely, your eyes are not so similar. Nicky, your eyes make me think your world is very simple."
"If it's simple, it won't be so easy to deceive you."
"You just use your charm as a playground, but he's different. Sometimes I think I know him well, and sometimes... and I don't know anything."
"But you think he's important?"
"Because... he gave me purpose, he made me brave, he made me face things I didn't dare to face before, and even if he showed me only a part of him, I still felt that he was irreplaceable. I The time... It seems that I can't go back to the time when I didn't know him."
"That man is really scary." Nicky poked Hunter's eyebrows with his fingers.
"why?"
"Because he's your mental opium, you're addicted. You should quit him." Nicky said seriously.
"Since he is my most important friend, I don't feel that I have to quit relying on him. People are like this. If there is no one to rely on, it seems to be mentally strong and independent... But it is very lonely. ." Hunter said to Nicky with a smile.
Nicky looked at Hunter, and after a few seconds of silence, he stretched out his hand to him: "My name is Vivian Nicky. Although there is no one who can be tempted today, but knowing you doesn't feel like you are practicing women. Three months of walking in high heels is a waste of time.”
Hunter was stunned for a while, then smiled and held his hand: "Hello, I'm Evan Hunter. You have successfully attracted my attention, which at least proves that you practice women's walking and high-heeled feet. Three months is definitely not a waste of time.”
Nicky laughed heartily.
The two started chatting freely, and were surprised to find that they both graduated from the same high school.
"My God! You are that little freckled stuttering!"
"You know me, but why do I have no impression of you?"
"When I remove my makeup, maybe you will have an impression."
At this time, in the monitoring room, all the monitoring images were switched to Hunter's room.
The stern man looked at every frame with his arms crossed.
"Sir, do we need to open the door and let them out?" a security guard asked.
"No, they didn't break the rules."
"So, don't we need to monitor the rooms of other VIPs? What if something violates the club's rules?"
"Switch it."
His voice was like frost.
All the surveillance images began to change, leaving only the monitor in the corner, where Hunter was propping his chin up and saying something to Nikki with a frown.
And the man's eyes are always on the screen.
Until the end of three hours, the door made a soft click and bounced open.
Hunter stretched his waist and said with a smile, "I can finally go out!"
"Ah... I don't want to wear high heels at all, my feet hurt." Nicky glanced at Hunter's shoes, "Why don't you give me yours."
"Yes, yes, but I will never wear your shoes!"
Nicky laughed.
When Hunter opened the door and walked out wearing socks, he found Owen passing by with his girlfriend in his arms.
He whistled at Hunter.
Suddenly, a fire burned from Hunter's heart to the top of his head. He rolled up his sleeves and walked forward quickly, aiming at the opponent's face and smashing it.
"Lawrence Owen - fuck you!"
Owen's female companion hid behind him in fright, and he seemed to have expected Hunter's reaction long ago, and his palm firmly blocked Hunter's fist.
"Dear, guess who is waiting for you at the door of the clubhouse now?"
Owen squinted and smiled.
"Who?"
Hunter looked at the other party's smile, and suddenly his back shivered.
Shouldn't this guy have notified his team
"Van Winston. Aren't you good friends? You can share this pleasant experience with him. Maybe he can kill me at Suzuka like Maddie for you."
"Hey, what do you mean! I don't need Winston to vent for me! Believe it or not, I'll kill you at this stop!"
"This race is difficult. Your car's performance is too far from mine. I'm afraid that when I really retire, you won't even have a chance to compete with me in the corners."
After finishing speaking, Owen kissed the top of his female partner's head soothingly, and walked away with his arms around him.
How arrogant his back looks.
"You know, I used to think this guy was pretty!" Hunter pointed at the other with his thumb.
Nicky shrugged: "Lawrence Irving is very famous in this club, he is one of the shareholders. There are many men who want him because of his good-looking face and the first-class body of a racing driver, but he really only cares about women. He is interested, has a bad personality, and is very revengeful. Don't tell me, you are friends with him?"
"The ghost is his friend!"
Hunter's voice fell, and Owen, who had already reached the end of the corridor, suddenly turned his head and added, "Oh—forgot to tell you, it was three hours ago when I called Vann Winston to pick you up."
Hunter froze there.
Immediately afterwards, the phone in his pocket rang, and looking at the name displayed, Hunter almost dropped the phone on the ground.
"Hey... Winston..." Hunter was so nervous that he got into trouble again, unable to speak for a long time.
I don't know if that bastard Owen was talking nonsense to Winston.
"Is the party not over yet?" Winston's voice was as usual, as if not angry.
"It's over... I'm leaving soon... Hahaha!"
"Lawrence Owen called me and told me to drop you back to the hotel, he has other business."
"Oh... that's what he told you?" Hunter asked tentatively.
"Or do you want him to tell me that you spent $100,000 sitting in a room with a man for three hours and flirting?"
Winston's voice was still the same, but Hunter felt that the world was falling apart.
"I... tricked by the Owen guy..."
Hunter hadn't felt like crying without tears for a long time.
"I'll wait for you at the door of the club. Come out."
Hunter gave a long sigh and waved back to Nikki: "Hey, my friend came to drop me off. Goodbye."
"Bye." Nikki also waved.
When Hunter walked away, he looked down at the shoes under his feet.
At the end of the corridor, the club's waiter came to lead the way, and the host of the party personally pushed the door open for him.
This makes Hunter feel twisted.
When they came in with Owen, these people were not so... polite
The waiters at the door all said "Welcome to come again next time" to other VIPs who left, but only said "Goodbye" to him.
"Can't I come again in the future?" Hunter frowned at one of the young waiters and said dissatisfiedly.
Just because his annual salary is a fraction of that of the villain Lawrence Irving
"We certainly welcome you to come again next time..."
"It's about the same." Hunter touched his nose and walked out.
"If the boss agrees."
The latter sentence was added, which Hunter did not hear.
At the entrance of the clubhouse, there was a black Ferrari supercar parked with a familiar license plate number.
Winston, wearing sunglasses, put one hand on the door, turned his face to the side and raised his chin at Hunter.
That posture... It's a shame there is no photographer, otherwise it's the best advertising image for Ferrari.
"Hey..." Hunter opened the door and sat in.
Winston said nothing, just left the car from the clubhouse.
"That guy Owen said he called you three hours ago... Did you wait that long?"
"Did you have fun?" Winston didn't answer Hunter, but asked him another question.
"How can I be happy! I... I... Anyway, I was played by Lawrence Owen!"
Hunter had no way of telling Winston that he thought of men as women.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: I was going to give you the color, but I didn't expect you to confess to me while you were having an affair.
Hunter: Where do I have it!
Winston: Who said "his eyes are blue, like the color of a frozen transparent ocean, refracted by sunlight"
Hunter: There are so many people with blue eyes! Don't be narcissistic!
Winston: Who said, "He gave me purpose, he made me brave, he made me face things I never dared to face, and even though he showed me only a part of him, I still feel He is irreplaceable"
Hunter: Marcus gave me goals too!
Winston: Well, I see. The next chapter will give you a little color.
Hunter: …