"Please hurry and give me the car keys and the vehicle documents. I have somewhere to be."
After getting out of the car, Jiang Siming said to the group of organizers' staff.
He had won a Lamborghini Veneno. It was incredible, and he could barely wait to get behind the wheel and enjoy it.
Just then, the wealthy man walked over with a smile and said to Jiang Siming, "Friend, your driving skills are amazing. Are you a professional racer?"
Jiang Siming couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. "That's none of your business. I just want the car."
The wealthy man laughed. "Don't worry, I'll definitely give you the car. But I do have a suggestion. What do you think?"
"Go ahead." Jiang Siming lit a cigarette and looked at him.
The wealthy man said, "How about this? Since your driving skills are so impressive, why don't you bet with me again? The wager will still be my Veneno. If I win, you return the car to me. But if you win—"
"You'll give me another Veneno?"
The wealthy man chuckled. "You're joking, friend. There are only nine Venenos in the entire world. How could I possibly have two?"
"Then what do you want to give me?" Jiang Siming exhaled a smoke ring, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint, disdainful smile.
That casual movement alone left the girls around them utterly captivated.
These blondes had never seen anyone make smoking look so cool! Add his good looks to the equation, and it was no wonder they were swooning.
The wealthy man himself was not bad-looking, but compared to Jiang Siming, he was not even qualified to be the green leaves around the red flower.
Of course, the wealthy man had not come to compete with