At that moment, Lin Yan looked at his uncle He Xiong, frowning slightly.
Still wanting to say something, an old man with white hair and reading glasses came out of the house together with his second uncle He Liang.
"Dad." He Muyun looked at the old man and shouted.
Hearing the sound, the old man nodded towards He Muyun.
Immediately, the old man sat at the dining table and glanced at the crowd: "Sit down and eat, I happen to have something to say."
At that moment, Lin Yan and others took their seats one after another.
"Dad, is there no room for relaxation regarding the convoy?" Uncle He Xiong asked.
The old man poured a glass of wine by himself and did not speak, but his second uncle He Liang said: "Next month, we will compete with Lao Tang's team. If we lose, our team will be disbanded. No one will." Keep investing in a bottom-to-bottom team."
"Old Tang... Dad, wasn't he your right-hand man before, why don't you call him and discuss with him..." He Xiong said.
"Brother, forget it, Lao Tang, that bastard, has been trying to ruin our team in recent years. Several times we were sent off the track by Lao Tang, talk to him?" He Liang sneered: "Unless we can Won the team of Laotang."
"Lao Tang's team is not vegetarian. He has trained a lot of good racers, but he is not a racer. Our hardware is not comparable to that of Lao Tang's team..." He Xiong said thoughtfully.
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.
He Lefeng stood up and opened the door.
"Uncle Tang?" Seeing the person coming, He Lefeng was a little surprised.
At the door, a middle-aged man walked in with a black leather bag and a combed back with a smile on his face: "Old man, I'm coming to see you!"
"Tang Zhenying, today is He's family banquet, I didn't remember inviting you." The old man looked at the middle-aged man and said expressionlessly.
"Old man, look at what you said. I came here today not to take your food. No matter what, I was also trained by you, old man. I came here today to repay your kindness!" The middle-aged man laughed.
"What do you mean?" the old man asked.
"Hehe, old man, you should know what's going on with your team. The next round is your knockout match, and the opponent is my team. You also know that your chances are zero. Anyway, you will be defeated. Disband, how about selling it to me, at least you can keep a few coins in your pocket, what do you think." The middle-aged man laughed.
"Finished?" The old man clenched his fists.
"It's over, what do you think?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Get lost." The old man said coldly.
As the old man's words fell, the middle-aged man's face changed, and he smiled coldly: "I said, old man, you are shameless. I am willing to pay for your broken car team. It is yours." I'm honored, when you lose the game, your whole family will kneel down and beg me, but I won't even ask for it! As long as your whole family is guarding a dilapidated motorcade now, eating and drinking will be a problem, right? Think it as a treasure?"
"Are you going or not!" Second Uncle He Liang suddenly stood up, and slammed the wine glass in his hand at the middle-aged man's feet.
"Hehe, okay, I'm leaving... I want to show you how pitiful and rubbish your broken team is. I will personally send you off the track forever. See you on the track in half a month." Middle-aged The man nodded, sneered, and turned to leave.