The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

He Jingchuan next to him couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Jiang Beiyu, you really bet with him, it's not a loss-making deal."

"It's okay, I can still afford to lose." Jiang Beiyu raised his thin lips slightly, and looked outside, a little carelessly.

The man in the wine-red suit in the private room had no patience, and said sarcastically, "Young Master Jiang, can't you afford it?"

Jiang Beiyu smiled again, "No, it's just a Baiguanshan project, I have no shortage."

These words made everyone angry, and He Jingchuan wanted to beat him up.

There were more than the three of them in this private room. The young master Tan who was wearing a wine-red suit on the opposite side brought a flowery female companion who wore an eye-catching red suspender dress, and flirted with the man beside him from time to time.

This hurt He Jingchuan, who was single, but he firmly believed that it was just a noise to Jiang Beiyu who was next to him.

This guy doesn't know why he is so self-confident. When he goes out and sees women who are all vulgar and vulgar, he looks in the mirror at least ten times a day, so he might as well find himself in a relationship in the future.

What kind of woman do you want.

At this moment, Jiang Beiyu caught a glimpse of a contestant wearing a blue and white racing suit below. Compared with the people around him, he was not a little bit petite.

"Tsk, that's the one, number 19," Jiang Beiyu rubbed his chin, "I'll vote 10 million."

He Jingchuan: "..."

He looked at the No. 19 player. He couldn't see his face clearly with his helmet on, but the only thing he could be sure of was that anyone who voted should have a better chance of winning than him.

It's too fucking skinny.

According to visual estimation, his height is about 1.7 meters.

Don't say that he judges people by their appearance, but No. 19 looks very unreliable.

"Are you serious?" He Jingchuan looked at the man next to him.

Jiang Beiyu has already used his mobile phone to bet 10 million in - betting on the thin No. 19 player.

He Jingchuan: "..."

His first thought was that if he had such a prodigal son, he would beat him to death immediately.

Having a son really costs money.

Mr. Tan next to him laughed, very loudly, "Jiang Shao, you are like this, are you planning to give the project to me directly?"

"I heard that this was your last project before you were kicked out of Jiang's. Isn't that too hasty?"

Jiang Beiyu poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, turned around and saw He Jingchuan looking at him like a fool, Jiang Beiyu suddenly smiled, "You don't want to bet?"

He Jingchuan was full of complexities, "Have you been hit recently?"

It was rumored outside that the Jiang family wanted to kick the eldest son out of the company and support the second child.

As for the relationship between He Jingchuan and Jiang Beiyu, can he not know the inside story?

Jiang Beiyu's younger brother was only in the second year of junior high school, and the rebellious period hadn't passed yet, but all day long, his elder brother was older than his younger brother, and sibling rivalry was probably a joke.

Jiang Beiyu's only trouble is probably that she is too beautiful.

He said it himself.

That being said, He Jingchuan didn't intend to accompany Jiang Beiyu to do business at a loss.

"I'll buy No. 8." He Jingchuan made up his mind and invested five million in No. 8.

Jiang Beiyu picked up his phone and replied a message, then continued to look outside, the game was about to start.

Mr. Tan put his arms around his girlfriend's waist and stood by the window watching.

This is an ordinary race track, the regulations are not so strict, after all, it is not formal enough, and human life is not particularly important.