Chapter 478: Chapter 219: The 100 Million Wager (Part 2)

Schult looked at Yang Chen and said, "Mr. Zhang, we are sure to earn this hundred million!"

Zhang Jiacheng had watched Schult’s races many times and had a general impression of his true capabilities.

Schult occasionally won championships, frequently finished in the top three, and sometimes barely made it into the top ten. Regardless of the race, he never ranked below tenth place.

Such a professional racer, it’s not an exaggeration to say he can definitely beat a ride-hailing driver, right?

Zhang Jiacheng gritted his teeth and said, "Alright! A hundred million it is! Chen Lijun, Wang Zijun, are you two willing to put up this hundred million?"

They both couldn’t help but laugh immediately.

Chen Lijun: "Of course! Why wouldn’t I dare?"

Wang Zijun: "Since Brother Cheng wants to play, we as brothers must fully accompany him."

After saying this, the two took out their checkbooks and each signed a 50 million check.

Chen Lijun: "Fifty million!"

Wang Zijun: "Fifty million!"

By doing this, they were essentially putting Zhang Jiacheng in a tight spot, giving him no way out.

Yet Zhang Jiacheng was still a bit apprehensive, afraid to foot the whole hundred million bet all by himself.

"Since you two are giving us money to burn, we won’t be polite then. Brothers, don’t say I’m not looking out for you. I’ll put up fifty million, and the remaining amount is up to you guys. We’ll divide the winnings according to contribution ratio," Zhang Jiacheng said.

The others thought, Schult, as a strong professional racer, could definitely crush a ride-hailing driver effortlessly.

This is practically an opportunity to pick up cash, how could we miss it?

But then, Li Tao quietly reminded, "Brother Cheng, this guy can drift. Do you remember the Ferrari 812 that drifted this morning? He’s the one who did it. He might genuinely have some skills, in that case..."

Zhang Jiacheng suddenly felt nervous; the Ferrari 812 spinning its front end 360° before straightening out, without any loss of speed as it charged forward, had made a deep impression.

Looking again at the confident expressions of Chen Lijun and Wang Zijun, who had so straightforwardly written the checks, it showed their confidence in this ride-hailing driver.

Could it be this guy has honed his driving skills just by driving rides all day?

Yang Chen intentionally spoke in English, "If you can’t handle it, just say so. Don’t waste our time. I thought this foreigner was really impressive, yet he’s scared of a ride-hailing driver like me. Why even race then? Go ahead and book your ticket home."

Schult immediately bristled, stepping forward to block Yang Chen, and said, "I advise you to take back what you just said, or else I’ll kick your ass hard! Understand?"

Yang Chen intentionally provoked him, saying, "You don’t even dare to compete, what right do you have to speak like that in front of me? Have them put up the hundred million for you to race me, or shut your mouth and get your ticket home, don’t embarrass yourself abroad! Understand?"

Schult quickly said to Zhang Jiacheng, "Mr. Zhang, count me as borrowing the 100 million from you today, I must race him. If I can beat him, I don’t need to compete anymore, the prize money will be enough."

The champion prize for this race was 10 million; if Schult beat Yang Chen for 100 million, he certainly wouldn’t need to continue competing.

Zhang Jiacheng quickly explained, "Mr. Schult, it’s not that we don’t want to pay, but he can drift, and that might actually mean something."

Schult became angrier and said, "Do you think I will lose to him? Are you joking with me? I’m a professional racer who’s won many championships, and you think I’m no better than a ride-hailing driver? For God’s sake!"

Buffett: "Mr. Zhang, why not lend me some money first, I’ll bet on Mr. Schult to win."

Gates: "Me too, lend me some money please. I believe Mr. Schult will definitely win, we are sure to earn this hundred million."

With words spoken this far, Zhang Jiacheng could only grit his teeth and go along.

After some discussion, they finally determined the contribution ratios.

Buffett, Gates, and Schult, each contributed ten million since they didn’t have accounts in Dragon Country, and Zhang Jiacheng advanced it for them; once they won, they’d repay him.

Zhang Jiacheng personally contributed thirty million, and the remaining forty million was shared among 18 others.

Once they had gathered the hundred million in checks, both sides put the checks into a sealed bag and handed it for joint custody to Wang Qian Ni and Li Tao.

If Yang Chen won, Wang Qian Ni would take the sealed bag.

If Schult won, Li Tao would take the sealed bag.

Zhang Jiacheng went to negotiate with the racetrack management to rent the track for an hour.

The official race would start at three-thirty, and they still had three hours, so it wouldn’t delay the main competition.

The management broadcasted to inform everyone in the venue to leave the track within five minutes, as there would be a private battle in ten minutes.

Everyone in the venue hurriedly left the track.

The spectators in the stands were all excited.

"Oh my, there’s an extra treat to watch!"

"Which two drivers are so desperate to settle victory they won’t even wait for the main race?"

"These two are really bold, daring to duel with so many people here. The loser would be so embarrassed."

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Yang Chen and Schult agreed on the race rules, both starting from the same line at the same time, with a 30-minute limit—the one covering the most distance would win.

Chen Lijun brought his racing suit for Yang Chen to wear.

Chen Lijun: "Brother Chen, remember this, you have to change tires at most every 8 laps. If you insist on running more laps, the tires will skid due to severe wear, and it will be easy to have an accident."

Wang Zijun: "I’ll be holding a flag in my hand. When it’s time to change tires, I’ll wave the flag a lap in advance to remind you; then, next lap, you must slow down early and come to us to change tires."