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As Lin Feng approached, Liu Jing opened the car door, clearly indicating that she wanted Lin Feng to get in.
"Why are you still here?" Lin Feng asked as he entered the car.
"I just received a call; the Racing competition is happening tonight," Liu Jing said while starting the car.
"You must have received the call a while ago, right?" Lin Feng didn't believe Liu Jing's words and countered.
"Believe it or not, it's currently 10:30 PM. Do you need to prepare? The race starts in three hours," Liu Jing stated matter-of-factly.
"No need. Just check the car you've prepared for me and let me warm up a bit," Lin Feng replied. He didn't need to do much preparation; although the race was at midnight, for someone like Lin Feng, who possessed ten times the average person's Mental Power, staying up all night and then racing would still leave him feeling energized.
Of course, it wasn't that Lin Feng no longer needed sleep; rather, he could regulate his own sleep schedule without adhering to normal habits. He wouldn't feel groggy after a sleepless night.
For instance, if someone else stayed up all night and tried to catch up on sleep, they would still feel sluggish, but not Lin Feng. It was as if he could accumulate his sleep time and catch up whenever he wanted, allowing him to stay up late without consequence.
This could be considered a certain extra benefit of “Forbidden Spring.”
In fact, with enhanced physical fitness, all aspects of his physical abilities would improve.
"Alright, let's head to the competition venue. My brother is over there," Liu Jing maintained her serious demeanor throughout, not showing any signs of being affected by Lin Feng accidentally seeing some of her private photos earlier. It seemed that when it came to business, she was always this way.
Since he didn't know for sure, Lin Feng decided not to dwell on it and found a comfortable position to rest his eyes. After all, he was a Racing driver; resting a bit before the competition should be fine, right?
Before Lin Feng could even feel drowsy, the car had already come to a stop.
He hadn't expected to arrive so quickly; he thought he might get a chance to doze off for a bit.
This was one of the downsides of offending Liu Jing. Normally, she would remind him when they were almost there so that he wouldn't just be falling asleep when it was time to get out of the car—quite disappointing indeed.
Lin Feng opened his eyes. No matter how reluctant he felt, he had to get out of the car. After all, he had promised to participate in the competition. Since he was participating, he needed to show some enthusiasm for it. Although it wasn't said that he had to win, he certainly couldn't appear too unmotivated, could he?
Once he got out of the car, Lin Feng remembered that this road was the same one where he had heroically saved a beauty last time. He looked over the railing and realized that this was the spot where He Ting's beloved car had gone off the cliff because of him. Thinking back to He Ting's reaction at that time made Lin Feng involuntarily smile.
"Lin Feng, I'm glad you could come. Here, this is a thirty million card. You can choose to use the card or transfer it; it's up to you." Just as Lin Feng was reminiscing about He Ting's fierce demeanor, he heard a male voice coming from behind him.
Lin Feng recognized that voice immediately; it belonged to Liu Jie. His remarkable memory allowed him to instantly know who was calling him.
Turning around, Lin Feng smiled and shook Liu Jie's hand. After all, they were invited to help out, so he couldn't be too arrogant in front of the boss.
Hadn't he heard that the boss is like God? Oh no, it's actually the customer who is God. No, that's wrong too; it's money that is God. That phrase was the most accurate; everything else felt too hypocritical.
"Haha... Brother Liu is straightforward, but can I make a small request?" Although they shook hands, Lin Feng did not take Liu Jie's bank card but instead spoke up.
"Go ahead," Liu Jie replied.
"I'm not used to taking cards; I prefer cash," Lin Feng said candidly.
Lin Feng always believed that this kind of money was better converted into cash and kept in his magic ring. Using a bank card was fine, but only when it came time to run a business in the future. For now, since there was still some space in the magic ring, storing several million in cash would be more than enough.
"Oh, I understand. Don't worry, brother. However, I really don't have that much cash on hand right now. I'll have someone prepare it immediately and guarantee it will be delivered to you after the competition," Liu Jie hadn't expected Lin Feng to make such a request, but since it wasn't unreasonable, he naturally agreed.
Liu Jing was quite curious about Lin Feng's preference for cash. Why did he like cash so much? She remembered that last time Lin Feng had also taken cash from the casino.
Where did Lin Feng keep all that money? Liu Jing was very curious.
As for the answer, Liu Jing would never guess correctly; Lin Feng actually kept his money with him at all times.
The reason why Liu Jie fulfilled Lin Feng's request was quite simple.
Although Liu Jie was the boss, he knew that Lin Feng was a bit eccentric. Therefore, he felt it necessary to accommodate his requests as much as possible; otherwise, if Lin Feng decided to back out, Liu Jie would really have to send his precious sister in his place.
"Ha ha... Thank you, Brother Liu. It's my fault for not being clear; it's no big deal." Since the other party was being so accommodating, Lin Feng felt he should show understanding as well.
In business, being friendly brings profits. Although Lin Feng had not yet engaged in business, he understood this principle.
After the pleasantries, Liu Jie went to greet others. Although it was a racing event tonight, and racing was the main attraction, the significance of this particular race was different, and both sides surely had heavyweight figures present.
When such figures appeared, there naturally had to be corresponding individuals to greet them; that was the rule. Lin Feng didn't know who established such ridiculous rules, but he had no fondness for them.
Wasn't it just about having a drink and exchanging a few insincere pleasantries? Did higher-ranking people deliver insincere words better? Did they have thicker skin? Uh... that question was hard to answer; everyone had their own perspective.
Well, since they didn't require Lin Feng to follow their rules, he couldn't impose his own on them either. So, Lin Feng crawled back into Liu Jing's car to sleep. Everyone kept to their own business; after all, there were still a few hours until the race started. He would sleep while they socialized.
Having ten times the Mental Power was great. Lin Feng reclined the seat of the luxury sports car, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep. With ten times the Mental Power, he could sleep whenever he wanted and feel refreshed whenever he needed to; sleep was no longer a concern.
Insomnia vanished, and waking up groggy was a thing of the past. A good night's sleep meant a healthy body!
Uh... that sounded a bit like an advertisement.
Alright, no more advertising for ten times the Mental Power; after all, it was only Lin Feng who enjoyed it. Even if others knew about it, it would just be a fantasy for them—of little practical use.
Lin Feng entered deep sleep without disturbance. As for safety concerns, he was invited by Liu Jie as a professional racer tonight, so there were people nearby ready to protect him at any moment; there shouldn't be any issues.
Moreover, even if Liu Jie's people were unreliable, Tesla could wake Lin Feng up in time; there was nothing to worry about.
Time passed; after two hours of sleep, Lin Feng energetically opened the car door and stretched. Facing the sun—no, facing the moon—he took a deep breath and felt refreshed; the world seemed so beautiful.
Lin Feng believed that being optimistic was better in life. No matter how unappealing the world might seem, one should subjectively believe that it is beautiful; only then can one live freely.
Of course, don't bring up Lin Feng's past life's despair; he had been reborn now and truly believed that the world was beautiful.
The other party's people were quite disciplined; at least during Lin Feng's sleep, no one disturbed his rest.
Only at this moment did Lin Feng have the time to see what kind of people were coming tonight.
The highest-ranking figure on Liu Jing's side was just Liu Jie. It seemed that Liu Jing's father was not present, or perhaps he felt that such an occasion did not require his attendance.
It made sense; the Casino in City B, a mid-level city, was just one of his many businesses. For an ordinary person, it might be a big deal, but for him, it might just be a small piece of cake—or perhaps merely a slice of cheese; who knows?
On the other side, there was only a Young Master-level figure in charge. He was quite handsome; in terms of looks, he could be compared to Lin Feng, who always believed he was quite good-looking himself.
Of course, if we were to talk about temperament... well, let's not go there; it would only hurt feelings.
"Lin Feng, there's about an hour until the race starts. Let me take you to see the car," Liu Jing said as she approached Lin Feng right after he had admired how beautiful the moon looked tonight.
This girl had become more formal at this moment. Having gotten used to her lively tone, Lin Feng found it somewhat unfamiliar.
"Okay, I'll go right now," Lin Feng replied and followed Liu Jing over.
When the curtain covering the car was lifted, even Lin Feng, who was prepared for it, felt a bit dazzled.
Lin Feng's first impression was: why does this family love Ferraris so much?
The first time Lin Feng met Liu Jing, she was driving a Ferrari. Well, it had been taken from him and sold, yet she still bought a new Ferrari—the very one Lin Feng had seen her with while he was sleeping.
And now, they were even using a Ferrari for the race. Lin Feng glanced at Liu Jing and thought to himself: "You didn't choose this car, did you?"
"I picked this one for you. On the surface, it's a Ferrari, but in reality, it's a modified car with the most powerful engine system. I originally planned to drive it myself, but now it belongs to you," Liu Jing seemed to sense Lin Feng's thoughts and began explaining.
Of course, this was just a coincidence; Liu Jing couldn't possibly hear Lin Feng's thoughts—Mental Transmission would always be led by Lin Feng.
"Forever?" Lin Feng asked in surprise. Since she said it belonged to him, he wanted to know if it would truly belong to him forever.
"Yes," Liu Jing replied without any hesitation.
"I wonder how much it would sell for?" After looking at the car, Lin Feng had already started to estimate how much money he could get if he sold it.
He had to admit that ever since he made hundreds of thousands from selling a car last time, Lin Feng had become somewhat addicted to it.
In fact, the main reason was that Lin Feng felt this car was practically useless outside of racing. Driving this car on the road was indeed flashy, but apart from showing off, it would probably just lead to frustration.
How could a high-performance race car not feel frustrating when driven on streets where traffic jams were still a possibility?
It was like forcing an energetic young man to walk with a cane; wasn't that just torture?
Alright, enough of those thoughts. Someone was coming.
The newcomer was naturally from the other party. That person in charge, Liu Jie, who was about the same age, had arrived with a woman beside him. This woman, Lin Feng recalled Liu Jing mentioning, was his sister.
Calling her a woman rather than a girl was appropriate since she was a mature lady, looking like a ripe peach—charming and beautiful, quite alluring.
As for their purpose in coming over, Lin Feng could guess without thinking too hard; it was likely just to greet him before the race and show off a bit. That was his speculation.
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