Chapter 452: Flaming Chariot

Chen Jiajun gained a great deal from this trip to the United States.

At the very least, he managed to make connections with the California Consortium.

Although it is unlikely he can leverage this influence right now, as Yahoo and Intel continue to grow, the California Consortium will surely have some ideas of their own.

When that time comes, Cao Weicai, who holds United States citizenship, will be able to help Chen Jiajun establish roots in North America.

Not to mention the ability to engage in things like political investment.

Chen Jiajun is crystal clear on who the future presidents of the United States will be!

After spending a few days getting cozy with Monica, Chen Jiajun prepared to return to his home country.

This trip to the United States was, firstly, for company business, and secondly, to get away and relax.

The matter of the jewelry exhibition could be considered a closed chapter now, so Chen Jiajun boarded his private jet to begin his return journey.

By the time he returned to Hong Kong and arrived at his mansion, it was already midnight.

The women in the house were likely already asleep, so Chen Jiajun did not disturb them.

However, after entering the house, Chen Jiajun discovered that the lights in the garage were actually still on, and he immediately frowned: "Damn it, has my home been broken into?"

He tiptoed over to the garage to take a look and found that the brat He Tian'er was tinkering with something.

Chen Jiajun immediately let out a sigh of relief, then coughed twice as if playing a prank.

He Tian'er was so startled she nearly jumped straight up.

Seeing that it was Chen Jiajun who had returned, He Tian'er rolled her eyes irritably and said, "You didn't even tell us you were back, and then you scared me!"

Chen Jiajun walked over, wrapped his arms around He Tian'er's slender waist, and said, "What are you tinkering with in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

He Tian'er's pretty face turned red instantly, and she stammered without saying a word.

Chen Jiajun looked curiously behind her and discovered that the Mercedes-Benz C112 in the garage had already turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Not only was the front of the car caved in from a collision, but one of its iconic gull-wing doors was also broken.

It looked as unsightly as a bird with a broken wing.

Watching Chen Jiajun's expression, which was a mix of laughter and tears, He Tian'er stuck out her tongue adorably and said, "I didn't mean to!"

"Did you go street racing again?" Chen Jiajun asked irritably.

He Tian'er said angrily, "I didn't mean to race anyone, it was just that Young Master, his mouth was filthy, so I went! Who knew I'd even lose! Hmph!"

Chen Jiajun smiled at He Tian'er and said, "Don't give me that, are you planning to make me help you win it back?"

"Won't you, please?" He Tian'er had seen Chen Jiajun race before; he was absolutely a top-tier expert, so she naturally pestered him relentlessly.

Chen Jiajun said speechlessly, "You want me, a Boss with a net worth of over ten billion, to go street racing with those Young Masters? Are you crazy or am I?"

He Tian'er looked at Chen Jiajun with a pitiful expression, her face full of pleading.

Chen Jiajun couldn't handle the girl looking like that and could only sigh, saying, "Then you have to promise me! You are never allowed to street race again, otherwise I will confiscate all your sports cars and then tell your grandfather!"

"Great!" He Tian'er cheered on the spot.

Chen Jiajun shook his head helplessly and then got into a Bentley Hunaudières.

Following He Tian'er's directions, he drove straight to the gathering spot of those street racers.

The location where these speed demons often raced was near Princess Road, and from time to time, one could see a luxury car speeding past.

Once they arrived, He Tian'er couldn't wait to shout at the group of people, "Your lady is back! Where is that little brat! Tell him to get out here and face his death!"

At this moment, a fat guy looked over and laughed at a long-haired youth, saying, "Brother Sky, the big fat sheep is back! And she even brought a new car this time!"

Hearing the fat guy's nickname for her, Chen Jiajun glanced at He Tian'er and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite famous among this crowd! Big fat sheep!"

He Tian'er immediately threw herself into Chen Jiajun's arms and acted spoiled: "Oh, you're making fun of me!"

At this time, the long-haired youth walked over and said to He Tian'er, "How about it, Miss Big Fat Sheep, are you here to give me money again?"

"Sky, you'd better not get cocky, I've brought a helper this time!" He Tian'er said smugly, "It's not certain who will be giving money to whom!"

The kid called Sky looked at Chen Jiajun and said, "Why did you bring your uncle here! This is a young person's activity!"

When Chen Jiajun heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.

He was clearly young and handsome, yet in the mouths of these brats, he had become an "uncle." Chen Jiajun could not tolerate this! He decided to teach these brats a profound lesson!

"Fart, what uncle, this is my man!" He Tian'er said fiercely, "Same rules as last time, one million, dare you play?"

Sky said amusedly, "I'm afraid you'll go home crying! But at least it's not you driving, so you shouldn't lose your life, right?"

Chen Jiajun looked at Sky quite playfully and said, "Kid, you're pretty arrogant!"

"Arrogance naturally has its capital!" Sky said smugly.

"Then don't waste your breath, let's see the final result on the track!" Chen Jiajun said calmly.

"Fine!" Sky laughed loudly and told his men to get the cars ready.

Seeing that there was another race, a group of young people gathered around once again.

A hot girl dressed in revealing clothes walked in front of the two cars, waving a red silk scarf.

"Are you ready?"

"Start!"

As the red silk scarf fell, both sports cars let out roars like wild beasts.

Both vehicles flew out like sharp swords.

To be honest, Chen Jiajun's technique wasn't necessarily that great, but his physical fitness was several times that of an ordinary person, and his dynamic vision and other abilities were no exception.

Even though Sky's technique was a cut above, he was quickly left behind by Chen Jiajun's incredible reaction time.

Various drifts and cornering through drainage ditches left the spectators absolutely dumbfounded.

Some were even worried that Chen Jiajun driving like this risked crashing and dying at any moment.

Unfortunately, despite their anxiety, Chen Jiajun remained as steady as an old dog.

No matter how Sky tried to overtake him, there was no way.

One could only see the distance between the two vehicles growing ever wider.

On the other hand, He Tian'er in the car was pale-faced at this moment, nearly vomiting.

Very quickly, Chen Jiajun's Bentley Hunaudières was the first to cross the finish line, winning this race.

This made everyone at the race cheer.

Only He Tian'er began to vomit immediately after getting out of the car, and swore to Chen Jiajun: "I will never ride in a car driven by you again!"

When Sky drove back with an ashen face, he walked straight toward Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "Kid, how was it? Did you not even see my taillights?"

"How did you do it?" Sky said with a look of shock.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "I have no obligation to tell you; now, are you a good sport and willing to accept the loss?"

After a moment of silence, Sky had his subordinate bring over a checkbook and wrote a check for one million.

Chen Jiajun took a glance, then casually handed it to He Tian'er beside him: "Take it and buy some bags!"

"Hee hee, I love you to death!" He Tian'er stood on her tiptoes and kissed Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun said with a doting expression: "Alright, we've had our fun, it's time to go home, right?"

He Tian'er nodded hurriedly: "But I'll drive on the way back!"

"Fine, fine, you drive!" Chen Jiajun said with some amusement.

Sky couldn't help but say to Chen Jiajun: "Hey, how about we go another round!"

Chen Jiajun looked at Sky amusedly and said: "If you really want to race, my advice is to join F1, pursue your own limits, and go win international awards, instead of messing around on the streets."

"The best street racer is nothing more than an errand boy for bank robbers!"

After saying this, Chen Jiajun couldn't be bothered to pay any more attention to this Young Master and got straight into his car.

After returning home, He Tian'er, who had been tossing and turning all night, had already fallen asleep on Chen Jiajun's chest, just like a koala. (End of chapter)