The reason why he followed closely behind Toshiaki Mitsui's butt was that Yan Murong wanted to use the function of the movable rear wing to borrow the airflow brought up by the car in front of him to overtake at the last moment.

"Whoosh-"

The front of the F1 car suddenly burst out from behind Mitsubishi, causing many people to exclaim in surprise as they stared nervously at the two cars that were about to reach the finish line.

Because the airport expressway is built by the sea, and it is now night, the air is very humid, under the effect of extreme speed, people can clearly see the clearly visible airflow fluctuations brought by the tail wing of F1 at the moment of overtaking.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters - just in the last few tens of meters, Yan Murong, who had been lagging behind along the way, completed the lore. F1 crossed the finish line with a half-car lead, and then ran forward a few hundred meters under the effect of inertia before turning around and driving back.

"Wow-"

As soon as Yan Murong took off his helmet, the crowd of onlookers erupted into a burst of high-pitched shouts and loud whistles, and even the engineer who explained how to drive to Yan Murong was excited.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Yan Murong's overtaking just now just made them feel gorgeous, but as a racing engineer, he was suppressed by Yan Murong's decisiveness. The overtaking just now is more standard than some professional drivers, and it fully utilizes the function of the movable rear wing.

"Little Swallow, you are so handsome, I love you to death." Yan Minghua was the first to run over, hugged Yan Murong without caring about his image, and kissed him the face. Because of the excitement, the face became puffy, and it looked even more moving.

"This-sister-in-law, can you come down first." Yan Murong said tangledly. Yan Minghua wore a skirt without regard for her image and jumped up with her legs out, which made Yan Murong embarrassed and really worried that she would be gone.

Sure enough, among the onlookers, the men in the group all had bright eyes, and their eyes glanced at Yan Minghua's exposed snow-white calf, but those women stared at Yan Minghua with a fierce face as if they had seen the enemy who killed their father--Damn, the handsome guy should let us hug first.

"I love you to death." Yan Minghua excitedly kissed Yan Murong on the face again, and then jumped off him, smiling without a nose or eyes. "You little bastard, you overtook at the end, and I almost lost 10 million - but now it's okay, I've earned it, and I'll buy you candy to eat when I go back."

Yan Murong won, in this heart-pounding way.

He won, many people were happy, and of course, there were many people who lost their souls.

Those onlookers are okay to say, even if they bet less, they don't care about that money, but Li Jianhua and these people have a lot, one person is 10 million, and now when they see Yan Murong winning, they all have a smile on their faces - they have money, but it doesn't mean that they don't like money, who would dislike having more money?

Some boring people like to say that Bill Gates will not bend down to pick up a hundred dollars when he sees them on the side of the road, because he can earn more than a hundred dollars when he has the time to bend down to pick up money.

Yan Murong had heard this argument many times, but every time he scoffed at it-if it delayed making money by picking up money, wouldn't it be even more delayed to make money if he ran to the street?

The young man who sat in the village didn't look very good now, his face was almost the same color as a cucumber, and he looked at Dong Wuyan pitifully with a bitter face.

"Give you three days to get our money over." Dong Wuyan said lightly, then turned around and walked towards Yan Murong, leaving only the young man to nod weakly, and then took out his mobile phone, ready to start borrowing money to pay off his debts.

The young man's face is not good-looking, and Mitsui Toshiaki's face is even worse.

Come to think of it, no one can stand such a failure.

If Yan Murong had taken the lead at the beginning and then won the game, maybe he would have felt a little better - but he was leading all the way, and Yan Murong was still forced by himself to have no way at all, and finally won the game, which made him feel very unbalanced.

"Y-you're cheating." Mitsui Toshiming's face turned pale and pointed at Yan Murong and shouted.

If you win, you will pay a price of 100 million US dollars, and if you lose, you will have to pay a price of 100 million US dollars, even if you lose money, the Mitsui family is so big, let alone 100 million US dollars, even if you can take out 10 billion 100 billion dollars, but the problem is that this guy said that he would gamble his life before, and he has not refused.

"Cheating?" Yan Murong turned his head, looked at Mitsui Toshiming with a cold look, and said disdainfully. "You brought up the game, and now if you lose, you say I'm cheating - don't play if you can't afford it, such a big person, I really despise you if you lose."

"You-" Mitsui Toshiming was choked by Yan Murong and had nothing to say, he only felt a tightness in his chest, covered his chest with one hand, and pointed at Yan Murong with the other, but he couldn't say anything, and then, his eyes suddenly changed, and he fell backwards.

"Brother." Mitsui Huangying, who was standing on the side, exclaimed, and ran over quickly with her skirt, pulling Mitsui Toshiaki, who was lying on the ground with a pale face, and called out urgently.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, please wake up." Mitsui Huangying's innocent little face was flushed anxiously, her tone was anxious, and tears fell down, shaking Mitsui Toshiaki's body constantly.

Damn, this thing still wants to pretend to be stunned and avoid debts? Yan Murong thought in surprise.

I saw Mitsui Huangying crying while touching Mitsui Toshiaki's body, and after touching it for a while, there was a desperate expression on his face, and he turned his head to look at the onlookers, and shouted anxiously. "Please, please save my brother, my brother has a heart condition, he didn't bring medicine."

Mitsui Imperial Sakura's appearance is pure and beautiful, just like the sister next door, she is pitiful, and she speaks softly. Coupled with the helplessness on his face now, many people have pity. After hearing her ask for help, many people who were moved by compassion took out their mobile phones and began to call the emergency number, and even two kind-hearted guys came up to comfort her.

"Hahaha-"

At such a moment, a very discordant laughter suddenly came into everyone's ears, and I saw Yan Murong pointing at Mitsui Toshiaki and saying to Dong Wuyan beside him. "Did you see it, did you see it, I told you not to worry, haha - how did you say that? It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come. Now it's okay, this guy doesn't wait for God to collect people, he can't wait for himself, and he will report in advance. ”