Chapter 2162: Let's Collaborate

Isn't that the same thing!?

Young President Zhou kept a straight face, his expression serious: "Jiang Mobai, don't go too far. My patience also has its limits!"

"I don't need you to tolerate me; let's just handle this professionally. Come on, let's see how to settle this account."

So he was really going to start settling accounts?

Young President Zhou hurriedly hid behind.

But after waiting a while, there was no movement from Jiang Mobai's side.

Young President Zhou poked his head out from behind a row of burly men.

Only to discover... Jiang Mobai had taken out his phone.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Jiang Mobai said without even lifting his head: "That day we fought, I hit you thirty-two times, you hit back twelve times, they cancel each other out, you took twenty hits, at a price of five hundred thousand per hit, so..."

As he spoke, Jiang Mobai took out a bank card and placed it on the table: "This is exactly ten million, take it, consider it compensation."

Young President Zhou's lips moved, then he muttered: "Damn, he really is settling accounts..."

"Then what did you think?"

"... Nothing, I just regret it..."

If I had known, I wouldn't have made a move.

I could have easily gotten another sum of money!

Young President Zhou sighed silently.

On the surface, however, he put on a righteous expression: "You were just impulsive that day, no need to talk about money, it's too formal."

"Is that so? Then I will..."

Jiang Mobai had just moved his fingers when he saw Young President Zhou take the bank card.

He said: "This is your kind gesture after all, it would seem like I'm rejecting your face if I didn't take it, so I'll take it then."

This display, which was both hypocritical and a bit foolish, made Wang Zi curl his lips and smile.

Young President Zhou noticed this smile immediately.

It was only now that he carefully sized up Wang Zi.

Then Young President Zhou asked Jiang Mobai: "How come that photographer isn't following you today?"

Mentioning that photographer made Young President Zhou angry.

That day, it was because he was fanning the flames behind his back that he ended up becoming a human target!

Although he had received compensation now...

But he was still very angry!

Jiang Mobai, however, had his usual temperament; he explained blandly: "He is busy, this is my teammate from the racing team, his name is Wang Zi."

"I have an impression, he is also a very excellent race car driver."

Young President Zhou's words were just small talk.

And not very sincere small talk at that.

But Jiang Mobai took it seriously.

He asked: "Are you also interested in racing?"

"Yeah, men, you know, they tend to pay more attention to things that get the blood pumping."

"Then do you want to invest?"

"Huh?"

Young President Zhou's eyes began to wander.

Jiang Mobai, however, introduced it very enthusiastically: "Our racing team is being rebuilt, the previous investors have all ended their cooperation. I saw that we have a good relationship, so I specifically saved an opportunity for you."

Young President Zhou was "heh-hehing" in his heart.

He really didn't want this opportunity.

In order to turn down Jiang Mobai's "good intentions," Young President Zhou began to play the victim: "I want to support it too, but my hands are a bit tied recently."

"Hands are tied?"

"That's right, that's right!"

Jiang Mobai's gaze fell on that bank card: "Isn't there a sum of money right here?"

The expression on Young President Zhou's face froze instantly.

He thought, what is this, the money hasn't even warmed up yet and it's going to be taken back?

Then what kind of game is this!?

Young President Zhou knitted his brows and asked: "I don't quite understand, if you want investment, you can just take this money and invest it directly, why bother passing it through my hands?"

"To do a favor."

Jiang Mobai was quite straightforward.

And his straightforwardness made Young President Zhou's expression change.

Without saying another word, he pushed the bank card back directly.

Then he stiffened his face and turned away.

At this moment, Young President Zhou felt like his head was about to spew fire.

Seeing this, Jiang Mobai asked: "Do you think I'm playing with you?"

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

"I'm not that bored. As far as I know, your bar has had a lot of negative reviews recently, and your father is very dissatisfied with this."

This was a fact, and Young President Zhou did not deny it.

"The bar is just a litmus test; only if you manage it well will your father hand over other subsidiaries for you to manage."

This remained a fact, and Young President Zhou still did not deny it.

However, the devil-may-care look in his eyes had diminished somewhat.

"You need to turn your reputation around now."

Young President Zhou finally looked at Jiang Mobai with a serious expression.

He was waiting for Jiang Mobai's subsequent conclusion.

Jiang Mobai only said: "Although the money in the bank card only passed through your hands, you gained a positive marketing strategy."

At this moment, Young President Zhou had no anger left.

He knew that everything Jiang Mobai said was a fact.

This pushing and pulling of the bank card, while seemingly like child's play, had helped him solve a difficult problem.

But what would Jiang Mobai get out of it?

Young President Zhou rolled his eyes and asked the question at the bottom of his heart: "Then what about you? What benefits will you get?"

Jiang Mobai shrugged and said very straightforwardly: "My racing team is just an empty shell now, and I need to get the team running normally in the shortest possible time."

For Jiang Mobai, money was not the problem.

What he needed was to stabilize the team's image.

And the fans' confidence in the team.

He had recently spent a great deal of effort finding coaches and new team members to solidify the skeleton of the team.

And investment was just a facade project.

Young President Zhou's family operated many industries related to petroleum.

Long-term cooperation between the two sides would bring many benefits to the team in the future.

Having heard Jiang Mobai's words, Young President Zhou finally felt at ease.

Cooperation, after all, meant that both sides should gain benefits.

If only one side profited, it would make people feel uneasy, as if they were about to be plotted against by the other party.

Relaxing, Young President Zhou began to speak without a filter: "I thought you had suffered a setback in love and would be depressed for a few days; I didn't expect you to dive straight into your career. You must have a bright future ahead!"

Although Jiang Mobai had not gone into detail about his affair with Su Kexuan that day.

But Young President Zhou was sharp as a tack; he guessed roughly what had happened just by speculating.

At this moment, he poked through the window paper directly, causing Jiang Mobai's expression to change.

And the smug Young President Zhou only realized he had said the wrong thing after a moment of reflection.

He wished he could slap himself!

To make up for it, Young President Zhou quickly said: "Hey, I was just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart. What do you want to drink today? It's on me!"

Jiang Mobai did not stay.

He stood up and said: "I will take this money for now, and when the competition comes later, I will put your bar's name on it."

"Fine, you just handle the operations; I trust you!"

Jiang Mobai nodded slightly and left with Wang Zi.

Wang Zi had been incredibly curious just now.

He held it in until they were outside the bar before asking impatiently: "Brother Mobai, that setback in love..."

"He was talking nonsense! He's always been like that; you don't need to take it to heart, and don't mention it again in the future!"

Jiang Mobai interrupted Wang Zi somewhat roughly.

And his attitude of being ashamed into anger... instead confirmed Young President Zhou's words.

Wang Zi had a rough idea in his heart.

But he did not continue to dance on Jiang Mobai's sore spot, instead bringing up business: "Have the racing team's investors really all pulled out?"

Li Beijue's expression darkened instantly; he stood up abruptly and strode toward the door.