On a nameless mountain road outside the capital city.
Unlike the silent night surrounding it, this road was unusually lively today.
Countless vehicles flowed endlessly, chasing and competing through the mountains.
But unlike most sports cars, a Rolls-Royce was conspicuously speeding at the very front.
"Old Niu, remember our bet?"
The owner of a Porsche 911 said with a laugh into his walkie-talkie.
"Of course I remember, and stop calling me Old Niu, my name is Yang Ben!"
In another car, a Lamborghini Huracan, a young man with long hair replied indifferently.
However, at this moment, the long-haired man named Yang Ben's palms were already sweating profusely.
Although he was not a world-renowned race car driver, he was extremely confident in his driving skills.
Furthermore, he was determined to defeat all the second-generation rich racers in the world and cure them of their racing addiction.
His return to China this time was prompted by a challenge from a group of car-enthusiast second-generation rich individuals in the capital.
He intended to use this opportunity to teach these capital-based second-generation rich individuals a lesson and also earn some funds, hence this race.
The participants and organizers of this race were some of the scions of wealthy families in the capital.
These individuals, being subjected to strict education from their families, often felt considerable mental pressure.
So, at night, they would find an open space, apply for road closures, and engage in intense and thrilling street racing to relieve their stress.
Later, after seeing Yang Ben's post on a racing social platform challenging street racers worldwide, they had a sudden inspiration and planned this competition.
...
However, Yang Ben hadn't expected that tonight, he had been in the lead, leaving the group of second-generation rich individuals far behind.
But a Rolls-Royce had appeared halfway and overtaken him.
It had left him in its dust, and now he could barely see the taillights of that Rolls-Royce.
"I never thought there'd be someone with such exceptional driving skills among these good-for-nothings in the capital."
Yang Ben couldn't help but admire this, especially since the other party wasn't driving a sports car suitable for racing, but a business-oriented Rolls-Royce.
This made Yang Ben have to take the driver even more seriously.
However, he wasn't discouraged easily, as he considered himself a veteran driver.
After a few seconds of admiration, he stomped on the accelerator and chased after it.
At the front of the road, Wang Shu had already pulled away from all the vehicles closely following him.
But he was still maintaining his original speed, speeding along the road.
"Your dad won't keep chasing us, will he?"
Wang Shu couldn't help but ask with some doubt, as it would be quite troublesome if the other party relentlessly pursued them.
"Probably not..."
Su Yao stammered, unsure of her father's thoughts.
"Forget it, let's just drive as far as we can!"
Wang Shu decided not to dwell on it and continued to focus on driving.
Suddenly, a beam of bright light shone in from behind him. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a silver-gray Lamborghini was now less than thirty meters behind him.
"Chasing so relentlessly?"
Wang Shu was also surprised, as he had thought he had already lost the other party.
But now, they had caught up to him in such a short time.
"Is your dad that good at driving?"
Wang Shu couldn't help but exclaim as he looked at Su Yao in the passenger seat.
Then, he immediately sped up, shaking off the Lamborghini behind him.
"So desperate?"
Yang Ben, who was closely pursuing, saw the Rolls-Royce disappear from his sight again and looked incredulous.
Could the Rolls-Royce actually be a race car? This skill was too incredible!
Wang Shu eventually sped to the finish line of the track at the mountain summit.
At the finish line, a group of beautiful women in seductive attire were already standing there excitedly, holding champagne cannons.
When Wang Shu crossed the finish line, he was immediately covered by the champagne cannons from the group of women.
His vision blurred, and Wang Shu was forced to stop the car.
As soon as the car door opened, he was surrounded by these scantily clad and voluptuous beauties.
"Brother is amazing! Brother got first place!"
Many women in short skirts directly kissed and clung to Wang Shu's face, and champagne was sprayed everywhere.
On the ground, on the car, on chests.
Wang Shu and Su Yao were both in a dazed state.
They had simply rescued their little assistant who had successfully escaped home. Why were there champagne and beauties for a successful rescue? Had this been planned by Xiao Su in advance?
Su Yao was even more confused and even frowned as she looked at Wang Shu.
Wasn't their boss always stingy? Why would he spend money today to hire so many hot girls and spray so much champagne?
Had he won hundreds of millions in the lottery?
However, a few minutes later, the other participants also gradually arrived at the finish line.
Yang Ben sat dejectedly in his car, staring somewhat blankly at the man surrounded by the beauties.
"Old Niu, how was it? You lost, right?!"
At this moment, the owner of the Porsche 911 who had been speaking to Yang Ben on the walkie-talkie also arrived at the finish line.
He walked directly to Yang Ben's car window and knocked on it, saying.
"Do you know him?"
Yang Ben didn't answer the question, but pointed at Wang Shu outside the window and asked.
"Isn't he... Who is he?"
The Porsche owner looked in the direction Yang Ben was pointing, about to see who it was, when he realized it was a very unfamiliar face.
At least, in his circle in the capital, he had never seen this face before.
"You don't even know him, so he's not one of your Capital Speed team members, is he?"
Just as Yang Ben had expected, this guy wasn't part of their so-called Capital Speed team.
This meant that he hadn't lost today's race.
"Damn it, wait a minute, who said he's not?"
Upon hearing Yang Ben's words, the Porsche owner immediately reacted and walked directly towards Wang Shu.
"Hello, I am the captain of Capital Speed. My name is Lu Nan. I sincerely invite you to join our Capital Speed!"
The Porsche owner walked up to Wang Shu, extended his hand, and said with a smile.
"Lu Nan? Hello!"
Seeing the other party's demeanor, Wang Shu directly extended his hand. After all, it was impolite to refuse someone who was being so polite, and he naturally wouldn't lose face.
"You said you are the captain of what speed? Were you actually racing today?"
Wang Shu only then realized that he had accidentally intruded onto their race track.
"That's right, today is our Capital Speed team's challenge to the street racing god!"
Lu Nan explained directly.
"Actually, it's not that I don't want to join you, it's mainly because I don't have a driver's license yet!"
After understanding the situation, Wang Shu said with a smile.
Lu Nan was completely stunned after hearing Wang Shu's words.
He had never imagined that someone who had completely dominated the race and outperformed their drivers would say they didn't have a driver's license.
"Sir, you're very humorous. Driving without a license is illegal!"
Lu Nan could only force a smile, as he believed the young man in front of him was definitely joking.
From his observation, this young man was even younger than himself, but not so young that he couldn't get a driver's license.
Therefore, he thought the other party was most likely joking with him.
"Whether you believe it or not, I really don't have a license. I apologize for intruding on your track today!"
Wang Shu apologized directly.
After all, not only had he trespassed onto their track, but he had also taken first place and enjoyed the winner's benefits that they had prepared.
"It's alright. If you don't want to join our team, you can also be our special consultant. I think your driving skills are excellent!"
Lu Nan still refused to give up, looking at Wang Shu.
After all, as long as Wang Shu agreed to join their team, they wouldn't be considered to have lost to Yang Ben.
"Do you offer a salary?"
Wang Shu thought for a while and then asked Lu Nan.
"Yes, one million yuan annually. What do you think?"
Lu Nan said directly.
To him, a million yuan was nothing. The team's monthly car maintenance costs alone were millions.
They could afford a salary of one million yuan.
"No problem, when do I start?"
Wang Shu's eyes lit up when he heard the annual salary of one million yuan, and he asked directly.
"Start now. Tell that guy you're part of Capital Speed!"
Lu Nan said triumphantly, pointing at Yang Ben in the Lamborghini.
"Okay!"
Wang Shu then strode towards the window of the Lamborghini that had been chasing him relentlessly.
"Hello, brother, I am a coach for Capital Speed. Nice to meet you!"
Wang Shu directly extended his hand and said.
Seeing that Wang Shu had indeed been bought over, Yang Ben reluctantly extended his hand.
However, the moment his hand touched Wang Shu's, Yang Ben's expression became very puzzled.
Racers, due to prolonged gripping of the steering wheel, usually have calluses on their hands.
But when he touched Wang Shu's hand, he found it very smooth, with no calluses at all.
"Nice to meet you, I am Yang Ben, a street racer!"
Despite his confusion, Yang Ben still introduced himself with a smile.
After greeting each other, Wang Shu withdrew his hand, feeling that the other party's gaze was strange, and he had been touching his hand just now.
So, he had a feeling that this guy named Yang Ben might have some issues with his sexual orientation.
...
"Wait a moment!"
Just as he turned to leave, Yang Ben called out to him.
Wang Shu's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, his irresistible charm had made this man fall for him.
So, he turned around and looked at Yang Ben with a serious expression, saying:
"I'm sorry, I can't agree to that!"
After saying this, Wang Shu returned to his Rolls-Royce without looking back.
"No, I just wanted to ask for your secret to soft hands. You rejected me so readily!"
Yang Ben muttered to himself, completely baffled.