Please make money.

"Well, how's it going?"

"Tsk, what can I do?"

In the racetrack, a group of second-generation people were whispering, and several of them were standing in front of the car chatting.

To be honest, Alia has never played with them, so it's normal that they have no impression of Alia.

But the most complicated thing about human beings is their mentality, and sometimes they always make some awkward mistakes.

Mr. Cao praises Alia, and everyone is annoyed by the fact that he keeps talking about the god of cars and the young lady.

One fan against ten haters, what do you think of this?

She's just a young girl who inherited the family business by chance, and you're so eager to lick her feet?

"Forget it, forget it. Let's not talk about her. She doesn't look serious. Let's just wait for Master Ma."

They changed their location and gathered in a circle of some pretty, rich and beautiful girls, whispering to each other and waiting for people.

The Ma Shao they are talking about is the eldest son of Internet tycoon Ma Lin, who is famous in the circle for his racing and handsomeness.

If the second generation of Tianhai is divided into factions, then at least in the field of racing, we can divide them into Mr. Cao in the potted plant group and Mr. Ma in the professional group.

A scoundrel like Mr. Cao runs two laps on the track just to pick up girls, and on weekdays he buys sports cars to create a good atmosphere.

It’s different when there are fewer people and horses. The main focus is on one profession. There are even rumors that if his father hadn’t stopped him, he would have participated in professional competitions.

But now he is very good, he is at the top level in the amateur group, and can also be in the upper middle level in the professional group.

Such a person naturally has a large number of female fans. They follow Ma Shao and many of them are trying to pick up girls.

When they arrived at the maintenance yard, as expected, there were a group of beautiful, wealthy and pretty girls who were a good match for Young Master Ma.

The remaining one is Tang Xin, the eldest daughter of the Tang family, who is widely recognized in the circle to have a relationship with Ma Shao and is very likely to be married to him in the future.

Several second-generation people instantly turned into bootlickers, calling her Sister Tang one by one and moving closer to make themselves known.

Tang Xin was chatting with the two girls in front of the car, chatting with them idly, looking at his watch and waiting for people.

When I looked up, I saw that it was almost time. Then I saw a man walking towards me who was talking to an engineer.

The young ladies' eyes suddenly lit up, while Tang Xin rolled her eyes coquettishly.

"Little brother, why did you come just now? I'm so tired of waiting!"

Ma Lin did not start from scratch. He has a close relationship with the Tang family, and the two can actually be considered childhood sweethearts.

But it was obvious that Miss Tang Xin was a bit arrogant. She was obviously very happy, but she started by complaining.

Ma Shao scratched his face. He was really handsome, but not in a cold and cool way. Instead, he had a simple and honest look.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I just negotiated a deal worth several hundred million yuan, so I dare not relax."

The group of young ladies blushed, turned their heads away and made spit sounds at each other.

The other two second-generations looked at the young master in amazement, making strange noises: "Wow——"

Is this how you pick up girls? I learned it!

Ma Shao walked back and handed the helmet to Tang Xin: "What are you talking about?"

"We're talking about your multi-million dollar business!"

Ma Shao nodded and was about to explain in detail when the young lady opposite Tang Xin spoke with a sly smile.

"Young Master, have you found a buyer for your next deal? What do you think of me, your sister? Can we talk about it?"

"It shouldn't be possible. Sister Chen, your family can't afford this investment."

Yeah? Are you serious?

Tang Xin was stunned for a moment and put the helmet aside: "What investment?"

"This racetrack - I heard before that the Huo family wanted to sell it for about 7 billion yuan."

"why?"

"It should be an adjustment of development strategy. After all, the Huo family was originally in the real estate business, and developing a racing track is just a timely move, but these businesses have nothing to do with them after all."

The land that Boss Huo originally owned was said to be worth more than one trillion yuan. If it were not developed, all of it would have been kept for sale and waited for appreciation, resulting in a difference of hundreds or even trillions of yuan each year.

But could he possibly do something like this with cucumbers?

So whatever needs to be developed should be developed. Some will make money, some will lose money, and some will even give rise to entire small industrial clusters.

The standards of the racetrack are very high, but the Huo family rarely intervenes in its management. Now they seem to be willing to cooperate with Tianhai's international urban development plan and hand it over to professionals.

Ma Shao has been seeking to participate in this for a while. It might not be easy for his father to get an investment of more than 3 billion yuan, let alone these second-generation young ladies.

The little sister shrugged: "If my brother doesn't cooperate, then there will be no fun."

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. We agreed to come here to play with cars, why are we talking about business?"

"Yes, yes, everyone knows you're handsome. You're really handsome, okay?"

Compared to Tang Xin's mature look and the coquettish look of the young lady who teased Ma Shao, the third young lady who spoke was very neutral in both appearance and dress.

To put it nicely, it's called an iron T-shirt, to put it bluntly, it's hard to tell whether it's male or female - for example, it's really hard to keep a good figure...

But this doesn't affect his handsomeness. Wearing sunglasses and driving a sports car, isn't that cool enough?

"Master Ma, I brought a new car today, would you like to take it for a spin?"

"A new car? What car?"

"Here——"

The androgynous young lady pointed at the vehicle being prepared with her chin, and Ma Shao's eyes widened immediately.

"How did you get it?"

"Of course you have to spend money to get it. How about that? Isn't it great?"

"Ferrari LaFerrari... I wanted to buy one before, but I couldn't get it."

“I also asked a friend to get it.”

Rafa made his debut a little late in this world line.

This car uses a lot of F1 racing technology in terms of power, and is equipped with a HY-KERS hybrid power system.

To put it more intuitively, the acceleration from 6.3 to 12 km/h can be done in less than three seconds. The -liter V engine combined with the electric motor has terrifying power.

Of course, the most important thing is that this type of car is limited in quantity. There are only 499 units worldwide, and the domestic market quota is less than units, and they have already been booked out.

Anyone who can afford this car must be rich enough to buy it as well as Master Ma, so he won't give it to him.

"It's good, but in terms of car performance, my car is no worse than it, and you can't control such a fierce horse."

His car is a McLaren, which has been modified in various ways to reduce weight. In order to be even lighter, he even commissioned the factory to optimize the exhaust to reduce nearly 100 kilograms.

These are the rich people who play racing. People like Alia are not worthy of competing with them.

"You won't know if you can drive it until you try it. Run a lap. If you lose, I'll lend you the car for a month."

"you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. You can play around for a month. I'll take care of the tires and maintenance. How about that?"

"...Okay." He was in the mood!

Tang Xin hurriedly pulled him, "What about me? I want to go on the track too!"

"I removed the passenger seat of my car to reduce weight. You know that..."

"Yeah - I'll sit over here then." Tang Xin turned around and hugged her bestie's arm: "Well, this is also fine, I'll hold your position for you."

The few second-generation people who were watching the fun nearby were amazed, not quite sure where this young lady with androgynous beauty came from.

But it is obvious that he is extremely rich since he can hang out with Tang Xin and Ma Shao, and the first thing he says is a LaFerrari.

Of course, when it comes to being fair, wealthy and beautiful, only Tang Xin is among these three.

No matter how well the second generation of rich people dress up and take care of themselves, they still need to have a natural appearance.

Therefore, Tang Xin is extremely rare. The second generation in the circle have coveted her for a long time. Only people like Ma Shao, who grew up with her, don't know how to cherish her.

A group of people were chatting, and when I turned around to look at the other side, a group of people came over.

The potted plant-like Mr. Cao walked sideways, like a (TM) crab: "Whose car is that? Whose car is that?"

"Whose car?"

"No, Mr. Cao, what happened to you today? Did you take too much medicine?"

"Wow - nice car! Name your price. Whose is it?"

"Hey? Mr. Ma?"

"Hello, God of Cars!"

"Hello, Mr. Ma. Is Sister Xin here too?"

Tang Xin raised her thumb and pointed at her best friend: "Look carefully, Cao Dalang, this is his car!"

"Hey, isn't this that so-and-so..." Master Cao took off his sunglasses and took a look, saying sarcastically, "Who was that so-and-so?"

The neutral young lady's eyes jumped: "Are you looking for trouble?"

"Who was looking for trouble when you stole my girl last time? Ah—who was looking for trouble?"

"That's a green tea. You blame me? You can't do that!"

The two of them chatted for a while, but didn't really quarrel.

Apparently there's some gossip behind it, but neither of them is willing to talk about it.

Master Cao hummed and pointed at the LaFerrari: "The current market value of this car is about 30 million, right?"

"……What do you mean?"

"Name a price, I want it!"

"You are sick?"

"You are the one who is sick! I have medicine, will you take it?"

"No, Cao Dalang, what are you doing? Is this how you buy a car?"

"Sister Xin, I didn't buy the car, I helped someone buy a car."

"Help who? Buy this?"

"Not only that, I bought all the cars that could be sold here today - and gave them away."

"You should go sober up if you've been drinking too much. You bought everything. Why didn't you buy the racetrack as well?"

Tang Xin pointed to the garage in the distance and said, "There are two teams' cars in there, from the racing track. You bought them!"

"That's not necessary."

"Tsk, I knew you loved to brag..."

"That already is the case - the racetrack is also in their hands. It's all theirs now."

If Master Cao had a tail, it would be raised up now.

Although it belongs to Alia, what does it matter? I know the young lady well!

I was the one who invited everyone here today, and then this wonderful opportunity happened.

From now on, the racetrack becomes the other party's property. Rounding it off, I should at least be treated as a VIP, right?

"No, what do you mean by returned to someone else's family...who?"

"The chairman of the Ai Group, Alia - known as the eldest lady in the underworld!"

Master Cao pointed to the distance and saw a young man strolling around, followed by an old man.

The younger one just walked and walked, and the older one followed behind, looking like the old man teasing his sulking granddaughter.

"Who is that old guy?" A second-generation squinted his eyes and looked at him for a while: "Why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere..."

A buddy next to me reminded me quietly, "It's on the news, right?"

"Fuck, now that you mention it I remember it!"

In Tianhai, no matter how arrogant they are, they will kick a dog if they see one, and there are also some people who absolutely cannot be provoked.