Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group-Chapter 259 - 256 Ye Chen Competes (Four more episodes, please subscribe)

Chapter 259: Chapter 256 Ye Chen Competes (Four more episodes, please subscribe)

Upon hearing Ye Chen’s words, Ding Bo and the racer Sun Hao standing next to him both looked troubled.

Some time ago, Ding Bo had arranged for Sun Hao to train here for a few days.

However, it was always late at night when no one was around.

But how did Ye Chen know about it?

A few regular racers suddenly chimed in: "I remember now, I saw this motorcycle and this rider training here frequently just a few days ago."

Wang Congcong immediately got angry and cursed, "Ding Bo, you bastard! You tricked me, claiming that all racers were hitting this track for the first time, yet you secretly had your racer train here."

Ding Bo naturally couldn’t admit it and said, "Nonsense! My racer is also hitting this track for the first time. What evidence do you have that my racer trained?"

"Someone saw it, and you’re still denying it?"

"Sure someone saw it, but is there video evidence? My racer clearly just arrived in Modu today. If you can’t afford to lose, then don’t play."

Ye Chen intervened, stopping the furious Wang Congcong, and said, "It’s fine, Congcong, your racer’s skills should be above theirs. The fact that they only lost by a few centimeters despite knowing the track is impressive."

Ding Bo snorted coldly, "Kid, why are you pretending like you’re all that? If you’re so great, how about a race against my racer?"

Ye Chen smiled, "Sure, but let’s up the stakes."

"What stakes?" Ding Bo asked.

"If I lose, you get this motorcycle, and I’ll give you twenty million more. As for calling you dad, forget it, since I’m not interested in a disloyal son like you; just call me uncle."

Ye Chen’s wager shocked everyone.

This kid is so confident.

Ding Bo’s gaze grew cold, "Fine, kid, you want to challenge me? I’ll humor you, but I’ll up my bet by another ten million. Do you dare? I’m putting up thirty million."

Ye Chen shook his head, "Your wager isn’t enough. My motorcycle is worth twenty-five million, adding twenty million totals forty-five million. You think your money is enough to bet against me?"

Ding Bo gritted his teeth, "Fine, I’ll add another twenty million."

The scene erupted with chatter, as a fifty million wager was unprecedented since the racetrack’s inception.

Ye Chen nodded and said, "No problem!"

Ding Bo put up fifty million, while Ye Chen raised the wager by five million.

At this moment, Ding Bo felt a bit nervous inside.

Fifty million is his entire fortune.

Even though his family is wealthy, his pocket money saved up would amount to just that much.

If he lost, he would be bankrupt.

The racer Sun Hao beside him said, "Mr. Ding, rest assured. I know all the great racers in Hua Country, and this kid is a new face—a rookie. It’s unlikely I’ll lose to him."

Ding Bo took a deep breath, "If you win, I’ll double your reward."

After all, the spectators were all wealthy heirs from Modu’s elite circle.

Ding Bo had significant pride to uphold.

In such a setting, backing down was not an option.

The surrounding affluent heirs gasped upon hearing about the match.

Each person betting fifty million, that’s a hundred million combined.

These two are insane, daring to gamble like that.

"Today’s ticket was worth it, to witness such a high-stakes gamble."

Sister Hua was also momentarily stunned.

Ding Bo’s extravagance was within her expectations, but Ye Chen’s boldness took her by surprise.

She was familiar with almost every heir in the circle, but had never heard of someone named Ye Chen.

Actually, Sister Hua wouldn’t imagine that Ye Chen wasn’t an heir—he was a self-made millionaire.

With a bet of fifty million, Sister Hua could draw a commission of five million in profit, so she could earn ten million.

That’s her annual revenue.

Sister Hua took her share and said, "Since both of you want to race, I’ll make the arrangements. Get prepared, and the race will start in half an hour."

Meanwhile, Ding Bo’s racer Sun Hao was nervously adjusting the bike.

Ye Chen, on the other hand, was leaning against the railing and chatting happily with Zhao Ying, showing no sign of tension.

Wang Congcong walked over, "Brother Ye, this kid’s racer is quite skilled. Aren’t you going to prepare?"

Ye Chen smiled, "Nothing to prepare, that racer is not my opponent."

After hearing Ye Chen’s words, Wang Congcong was taken aback.

This kid is so confident.

But after all, it was their race, and he was just an observer, so he felt embarrassed to say more.

Zhao Ying said quietly, "Ye Chen, can you really beat that racer?"

After all, fifty million is no small number. Ye Chen was her acquaintance for the race, and if he really lost, Zhao Ying would feel guilty.

Ye Chen said, "Don’t worry. By the way, are you interested in riding on my bike later?"

"Ah, can I?"

Ye Chen smiled, "Of course you can, but my bike is fast. Do you dare?"

Zhao Ying took a deep breath, "Sure, I’ll ride."

Quickly, thirty minutes passed, and Ye Chen rode his motorcycle to the starting line.

Seeing Zhao Ying on the back of Ye Chen’s bike, Sister Hua reminded him, "Ye Chen, having a passenger in a race can affect speed and performance."

Ye Chen smiled, "Don’t worry, even with a passenger, it’s a piece of cake to win against them."

Hearing Ye Chen’s words, Sun Hao felt like exploding with anger.

Competing with him while bringing a passenger—clearly, they were looking down on him.

Sun Hao gritted his teeth, determining to win this race no matter what.

If he really lost to this rookie, he’d lose face in the racing world.

Sister Hua stood between the two bikes.

She raised her hand into the air, starting the countdown.

3!

2!

1!

The handkerchief dropped.

The two motorcycles roared as they surged forward.

Zhao Ying clung tightly to Ye Chen, feeling the cold wind whip past on both sides.

She even felt as if she were flying.

Since Ye Chen’s motorcycle was carrying a passenger, it impacted the speed, and as they set off, Ye Chen fell half a bike length behind.

"Idiot, insisting on carrying a passenger, doesn’t he know that in motorcycle races, even a few seconds can determine victory or defeat?"

Ding Bo’s face showed a mocking smile, convinced he would win this race.

The audience was glued to the big screen.

This was a billion-dollar gamble, extremely exhilarating.

This was Ye Chen’s first time on the track, but after taking one look, he was thoroughly familiar with the layout.

Ye Chen activated his upgraded motorcycle skills, feeling as though he and the bike had fused as one.

Quickly, the two reached the first turn.

Everyone’s eyes were locked on the big screen, as such a turn often meant the key to victory.

Due to the blunt angle of the first turn, neither of them slowed down and instead charged through.

Vroom vroom vroom!

Both motorcycles leaned almost simultaneously.

Screech!

The sound of the motorcycle tires gripping the pavement made hearts tense up.

After the first turn, Sun Hao was already a bike length ahead of Ye Chen.

Seeing this scene, Ding Bo’s face showed a smug smile.

A gap of one bike length against a top-notch racer like Sun Hao was almost impossible to close.

At this moment, in front of the big screen, the racers supporting Sun Hao cheered enthusiastically.

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