The man was of extraordinary sturdiness, like an ancient Greek god of war, with hairy arms. The most memorable thing about him was his hooked nose.
"Mr. Weber."
Lin Yi showed a curious look and smiled, "So you are the racing driver who won the world championship not long ago. Nice to meet you."
Weber is a popular racing driver who defeated Anna not long ago. He looked at Lin Yi with some interest. After a few simple greetings, he said directly: "How about we have a race? I really want to see how strong you are."
As an expert, he naturally cannot agree to a fight just because someone challenges him. He has to think carefully before doing anything, so as to appear unfathomable.
"Isn't this a bad idea?" Lin Yi pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I'm not prepared at all today."
However, when Xu Zhihong saw Lin Yi's expression, he thought he was scared.
In fact, there are only a handful of people in the world today who can surpass Weber.
If he could see Lin Yi defeated, Xu Zhihong would feel relieved.
"Hey, Mr. Lin, you're not afraid, are you?" Xu Zhihong said with a dagger hidden in his smile: "How about this, how about we add some more prizes?"
Hearing this, Lin Yi showed some interest and said, "What's the prize? Let me hear it."
"If you win, Mr. Weber will give you the championship prize money you just received from leading the Donghai City Station not long ago." Xu Zhihong said slowly after a little thought.
After hearing this, everyone applauded and agreed.
However, Weber looked very different and smiled helplessly.
"Weber, you just signed a few big advertisements for tens of millions, why are you so stingy?" Xu Zhihong pushed Weber, somewhat dissatisfied.
Lin Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter: "It seems that Master Xu doesn't know that the F1 Grand Prix only has a trophy but no prize money, and professional players only get annual salaries."
Lin Yi's words immediately made Xu Zhihong look embarrassed.
Others didn't expect this to be the case, but they were not engaged in related industries, so no one cared about how the racing drivers' salaries were paid.
"How do you know?" Ning Xin asked softly.
Lin Yi spread his hands and said, "This is just common sense, but doesn't Mr. Xu often deal with racing drivers? How come he doesn't even know this?"
Xu Zhihong's face froze again and he clenched his fists.
After a moment of silence, Xu Zhihong seemed to have made a great decision and said:
"In fact, Red Bull Racing is an investment made by me and a few friends. I own 50% of the shares. If you win, I will give you all the shares."
When everyone heard this, there was a commotion.
The Austrian Red Bull team that Webber plays for is a long-established team. Many people have been speculating about who the boss behind the team is, but no one expected it to be the Xu family.
This team has been winning many championships recently and has been very impressive in the world competitions. It has also recently received countless advertising endorsements and is making a lot of money.
Now it is suddenly used as a bet.
You have to know that the value of this team is extraordinary.
It is worth at least 300 million Chinese yuan.
However, Lin Yi couldn't help but sneer. Even if he won, he probably couldn't afford to support this team, and he had no interest in this at all.
"No need. Today is a good day. The stakes are too high. If you lose, you will be unhappy. Change to a simpler bet." Lin Yi said calmly.
"What's the matter, Mr. Lin, are you scared? Or is there not enough stakes to match it?" Xu Zhihong said aggressively.