Chapter 67 - Two Million Five Hundred Thousand

Ye Fan drove the BMW 6X to the finish line, then leisurely turned the car around, and waited for a while before Racing King Qin Gang arrived at the finish line in a Ferrari FF.

At that moment, Ye Fan casually drove back.

He didn’t know that at the starting point, in front of the surveillance video, everyone was boiling.

Even the members of the Pirate King Society, mostly young men, were excited.

It was a combination of speed and passion; how could it not be exciting?

“They broke the record!

They broke the record!” the mediator’s surveillance crew shouted excitedly, “Ten minutes fifty-one seconds!

Ten minutes fifty-one seconds!!!”

Boom—

Everyone began screaming, setting a new record by a full two minutes fifty-two seconds, nearly three minutes.

In fact, Racing King Qin Gang had also broken his own record by more than a minute, but who cared about that?

Back at the starting point, when Ye Fan stopped the car, the girls from Yunying Society immediately swarmed him, and other spectators also excitedly gathered around.

As soon as Ye Fan got out of the car, several sexy-dressed girls pounced on him, hanging on him and continuously kissing him.

Not only that, but many other girls crazily threw themselves at him.

Fortunately, Ye Fan, being a master of subdued strength, robust and sturdy, managed not to be knocked down by the crazed crowd of Yunying Society girls.

After the frenzy persisted for a while, Ye Fan finally got a chance to catch his breath.

However, due to the craziness of the girls, he unknowingly found himself several meters away from his car.

Each of his arms was tightly embraced by two girls, with more girls crazily clinging to him from front and back, making Ye Fan unsure if he was feeling up or being felt up.

Finally, Qin Mengyao and Liu Yiyi managed to approach Ye Fan.

Seeing the adoring gaze from Qin Mengyao and Liu Yiyi, Ye Fan smiled lightly and said, “I told you so, didn’t I?”

“Thank you, Brother Ye!” Qin Mengyao exclaimed.

Ye Fan laughed heartily.

At that moment, the crowd parted, and Racing King Qin Gang walked over.

Everyone immediately quieted down, watching as Racing King Qin Gang approached Ye Fan.

Under everyone’s gaze, Racing King Qin Gang pushed through with a smile and said to Ye Fan, “Your skills are great, a strong opponent indeed.

Let’s get acquainted—my name is Qin Gang.”

Saying that, he extended his hand to Ye Fan, offering a handshake.

Ye Fan glanced indifferently at Racing King Qin Gang’s extended hand and said softly, “Your skills are quite average, but don’t worry, I’m not interested in taking your job.”

With that, he turned and walked away, not giving Racing King Qin Gang another glance, nor did he shake hands with him.

Racing King Qin Gang stood there as if hexed, still extending his hand, but his face flushed red as blood.

It was just half an hour ago, before the race started, Ye Fan had greeted him, but he didn’t respond.

Now, he came forward to get acquainted with Ye Fan and was blatantly ignored.

Deal done, they left without longing for recognition.

It seemed that all masters acted this way.

Ye Fan was not pretending to be a master; he just didn’t quite enjoy the crazy atmosphere of street racing and planned to leave in his second-hand Citroën.

However, he was stopped by Qin Mengyao together with the girls of the Yunying Society.

“Brother Ye, what’s your bank account number?” Qin Mengyao asked.

Ye Fan frowned and asked, “Why?”

“To send you money, of course.

You helped us win the race; we can’t let you walk away empty-handed,” Qin Mengyao said.

Ye Fan replied, “No need.

I didn’t race for money this time.”

As he was refusing, a girl sneakily reached out and pulled out his wallet.

“The wallet is here, there might be bank cards!” the girl in the black spaghetti strap dress squeezed through a few steps and triumphantly held up Ye Fan’s wallet.

“Give me back my wallet!” Ye Fan shouted, as he went to snatch his wallet back, but was immediately blocked by a wall of girls, with five or six others holding onto his arms and waist.

He struggled for a while, then had to give up.

A few girls flipped through his wallet together, then excitedly screamed, “Found the bank cards!

Found the bank cards!”

Qin Mengyao immediately took Ye Fan’s bank card into her hands, then went to settle the accounts with Lin Junhua.

Despite the middleman, Lin Junhua and others reluctantly transferred three million to Qin Mengyao due to the pain.

After getting the three million, Qin Mengyao first transferred thirty thousand as commission to the middleman, following the rules.

Then, she faced all the girls from the campaign group and loudly said, “Girls, we could win against the Pirate King faction all thanks to Ye Fan!

I propose out of the two million seven hundred thousand, we give Ye Bro two million five hundred thousand and spend the remaining two hundred thousand for fun tonight!

What do you all think?”

“No problem!” the crowd of girls all shouted in unison.

Tonight, the campaign group had almost fallen into Pirate King faction’s trap, which nearly forced them to be the Pirate King faction boys’ girlfriends for a month—they were terrified.

Now, the crisis being over, and having won two million seven hundred thousand meant less to them.

They were very happy to give it all to Ye Fan.

These rich kids, used to splurging, find throwing money around too normal when they’re happy.

“Hey, why give me so much money!” Ye Fan shouted, trying to intervene, but was again physically stopped by the crowd of girls.

Soon, through transferring via a computer, two million five hundred thousand yuan was deposited into Ye Fan’s bank account.

After the transaction, Qin Mengyao walked over to Ye Fan with the bank card, smiled, and said, “Ye Bro, you are now a millionaire.”

Ye Fan unimpressedly took the bank card, shook his head and said, “You crazy girls!”

Next was leaving Longwan Mountain to celebrate back in the city.

To prevent Ye Fan from driving away, the girls from the campaign group wouldn’t let him drive, and they made him sit in the back of the car.

The celebration was not at a nightclub, but at a very upscale private club that had an entire floor reserved.

That floor had it all—a dance floor, a bar stand, gourmet drinks, KTV, video games, snooker, mahjong, and special resting rooms—virtually a paradise for fun.

If not for the fact that it was almost entirely girls playing here, there would have been many scantily clad young and beautiful women.

Thirty to forty girls, and just one man, Ye Fan.

These girls partied wildly, the atmosphere extremely lively.

Though he was the only man, Ye Fan was not bored at all, but felt somewhat overwhelmed, as seven or eight girls constantly surrounded him, chattering and asking him questions.

Compared to the chaotic racing scene, here, Ye Fan could finally get a clear look at these mad girls.

Though they were dressed exaggeratedly, most of the girls were quite beautiful, with delicate features, fair and tender skin, and slender, tall figures full of youthful vitality.

Ye Fan found himself sandwiched between a girl in a tube dress and another in a spaghetti strap dress.

They each tightly clung to one of Ye Fan’s arms, as if afraid he would run away.

Another group of girls took turns sitting with him.

The girls clamorously said, “Ye Bro, you race so well, where did you learn that?

Can you teach me?

If you agree, I’ll dance for you right away.”

“Ye Bro, you’re so strong; you must be a good fighter?

Do you practice Taekwondo, or is it Sanda?

I’m a second-degree black belt in Taekwondo.

Let’s spar, shall we?

If you beat me, I’ll be your girlfriend for a month,” another girl excitedly shouted.

“Ye Bro, let’s compete in drinking, shall we?

If you get me drunk, I’ll be your girlfriend for a year.

If you lose, you have to teach me how to race…”

They partied until after five in the morning, when these overly energetic girls finally tired out and started looking for places to rest, allowing Ye Fan to leave.

He drove back to the villa, quickly showered and changed his clothes.

As he came out of the bathroom, he saw Li Zhaojun elegantly descending the stairs from the second floor, dressed in a sharp OL suit.

Maybe it was because she had rested for a whole night, but she radiated endless vitality, her eyes sparkling brilliantly, as if covered with a layer of life’s radiance.

He thought about retreating back to the bathroom, but it was too late.

Li Zhaojun coldly eyed him, her gaze particularly fixed on his damp hair on top of his head.