Yan Feifei’s expression was something he was very familiar with.
Many of the women around him would show this kind of expression when they were jealous.
The outside world always said that there were too many men, too many bachelors, and women didn’t need to worry.
But in reality, this rule did not apply to Bai Yunfei.
There might be lots of men, but there was only one Bai Yunfei.
Among the eight major commercial families, the most free, arrogant, and charming person was Bai Yunfei!
So, he had many women around him, almost every week, he would change women.
"Here’s a business card, the phone is available 24 hours. When I call you, you must be ready to go and accompany Brother Lin, understood?"
Bai Yunfei said flatly, throwing a business card to Yan Feifei.
Yan Feifei’s face was complex.
"What’s wrong, you don’t want it?"
Bai Yunfei said, pretending to retrieve the business card.
"I want it!"
Yan Feifei exclaimed, hurriedly grabbing the card, as if she were gripping onto some future!
Office of the Skytop Racing Center.
Yang Yiliao opened the office door to check today’s various reports.
As a member of the Imperial Capital Business Association and an investment expert, he was not very prominent in the Imperial Capital.
After all, his status wasn’t very high in the Imperial Capital.
Although he held real power, what kind of place was the Imperial Capital?
This is a place full of hidden talents. Even a feudal lord would be considered just somewhat famous here.
In the Imperial Capital, depths are profound and mountains are high; here, dragons must coil and tigers must crouch.
Zenith Star Racing, invested by Yang Yiliao, aimed at enhancing its reputation by organizing this Central Europe drivers’ competition through association channels.
Hosting the racing competition was partly to increase Skytop Racing Center’s visibility.
On the other hand, Yang Yiliao hoped to leverage this event to establish some connections.
The Imperial Capital is so vast that finding like-minded people seems simple, but various barriers and circles restrict integration.
Since others were unwilling to join him, he decided to create his own circle.
"Boss, the results are out."
Yang Yiliao had just sat down when the secretary walked in, placing a document on the table in front of him.
"Just leave it there."
Yang Yiliao said, habitually making tea, then opening the file and taking a casual glance.
With just one look, he suddenly froze.
The person ranked first, how could he be from the Dragon Country?
Are there any Dragon Country racers in the international rankings?
Yang Yiliao thought quickly, immediately dismissing the idea.
In the international racing industry, Dragon Country competitors are late bloomers; although their recent performances have improved, few have advanced to top-tier racers, let alone finishing ahead of the top thirty-two racers.
The difficulty level of his Skytop Racing Center matches the best professional events in Europe.
Though locals have geographical advantages, how could he let anyone exploit this?
After much publicity, the champion turned out to be a Dragon Country national?
If word got out, people might think his competition was a knockoff with no real strength!
Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Yang Yiliao picked up the file and read it carefully.
The first-place time was two minutes faster than the second-place time.
From second place onwards, the times of the remaining 31 racers were extremely tight, almost within a minute.
This means Lin Beichen had overtaken the other racers by a full two minutes to finish the race.
He had claimed first place in this Central Europe drivers’ competition in a dominant fashion.
"This Lin Beichen, whose family does he belong to?"
Suppressing his discontent, Yang Yiliao asked coldly.
The secretary looked alarmed at his words.
"You may leave now."
Seeing the secretary’s expression, Yang Yiliao realized the secretary knew nothing.
He walked to the window, picked up the binoculars, and looked outside.
The award stage was very close to his office, separated by just a small garden.
Yang Yiliao looked into the distance, a red supercar catching his attention.
He couldn’t help but focus on Lin Beichen, as he was too conspicuous.
Among the 31 European racers, he was the only one with Dragon Country features.
Besides, standing next to Lin Beichen was another person.
Yang Yiliao’s pupils constricted as he slowly lowered the binoculars. Shock flashed in his eyes.
He saw Bai Yunfei.
Bai Yunfei stood beside the young man, not too servile, but his smile was evidently more of a compliment.
"To make a scion of the eight major families of the Imperial Capital play along, Lin Beichen... who is this person?"
Yang Yiliao pondered deeply as he stirred his tea.
With these doubts, he exited the office building and entered the awards hall.
Coincidentally, dark clouds appeared in the sky, and it started to drizzle.
Inside the hall, a group of people were discussing the recent race.
The topic most discussed was Lin Beichen.
"President, why are you here?"
Someone noticed Yang Yiliao and greeted him.
Yang Yiliao feigned ignorance, joining the group with a smile:
"I just dealt with some trivial matters and missed the race. Who is tonight’s champion?
"Later, you must introduce him to me. I must take a photo with him and hang it in my office!"
Yang Yiliao casually greeted, blending into the crowd.
Upon hearing this, everyone appeared awkward.
"President Yang, it’s fine to take a photo, but you’d better not publicize this champion. It might backfire, causing a lot of trouble!"
On the right side of the sofa, a fat man with a cigar sneered.
"This champion is one of our Dragon Country folks, but his results are rather controversial. It’s causing quite a stir outside."
"What’s going on? One of our own won the championship?"
Yang Yiliao feigned shock, a glint of coldness in his eyes.
Sure enough.
The outside chatter suggested the champion was contentious.
What does this imply?
It implies there must have been issues during other racers’ performances.
He felt somewhat dissatisfied.
Even if Bai Yunfei wanted to curry favor with the guy, there was no need to undermine the fairness of his race, right?
As proud Bai Yunfei, the scion of one of the eight major families, why would he need to flatter this person?
Thinking this, he couldn’t help but glance toward where the other guests were seated.
Lin Beichen and Bai Yunfei were chatting on the sofa.
Bai Yunfei was smiling warmly, while Lin Beichen’s gaze was fixed on the girl beside him.
Who was this woman?
Interesting.
Despite being late for a moment, so much change had emerged just now.
The Imperial Capital truly was full of hidden talents, never to be underestimated.
Beside the window-side sofa.
Bai Yunfei poured hot tea for Lin Beichen, noticing his frown and asked:
"Lin Beichen, what are you looking at?"
Lin Beichen withdrew his gaze, subtly pointing to a few sofas behind them.
"Someone’s watching us, do you know him?"
Bai Yunfei pretended to joke while turning to look.
"You mean Yang Yiliao? He’s the owner of this racing venue, why?"
Lin Beichen’s eyes flickered slightly, and he shook his head.
"Nothing, maybe I’m overthinking it."
Lin Beichen patted Zhou Ya’s small hand.
Zhou Ya tiredly looked at Lin Beichen, asking:
"Lin Beichen, shall we leave?"
Lin Beichen nodded, giving Bai Yunfei a signal.
"Miss Zhou, I’ll arrange for someone to take you back to school."
Bai Yunfei said.
Just as he was about to call someone, Lin Beichen shook his head.
"It’s windy and rainy outside, and it’s too late. Take Zhou Ya to the hotel."
A blush instantly appeared on Zhou Ya’s face, but she did not refuse.
Bai Yunfei laughed silently and immediately arranged it.
Soon after, Zhou Ya was taken to the hotel to rest.
Bai Yunfei leaned close to Lin Beichen, chuckling slyly.
"Brother Lin, when will you teach me a trick or two? A woman like Miss Zhou won’t easily fall for someone, how did you win her over?"
Bai Yunfei’s words were half-joking and half-serious.
He was genuinely praising Lin Beichen, but he also admired Zhou Ya.
However, he also understood clearly that he would never covet a woman Lin Beichen fancied.