Lu You: ...
Chi Gui chuckled lightly and didn't waste any words, looking directly at Lu You, "Lend me your racing car."
Seeing that he couldn't remedy the situation, Lu You could only sigh, "Don't go too far…"
Gustav laughed, "Don't worry, I don't make things difficult for women!"
Lu You didn't say anything more and handed over the car keys to Chi Gui.
Chi Gui took them, walked over to Lu You's racing car, and just as he was about to get in, he suddenly spoke, "Your name is Gustav, right? Since this is a contest, shouldn't there be a stake?"
Gustav: "What stake?"
Chi Gui's slender fingers gently tapped on the roof of the car, "I won't make it too difficult for you. If I win, your earnings from races for one year will go to me, how about that?"
Typically, renowned racers only make about twenty percent of their total income from races, the majority comes from various endorsements and live streaming income.
Chi Gui's bet, although hefty, wasn't excessive.
