Chapter 62

Next to   , He Jingchuan couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Jiang Beiyu, you really bet with him, isn't this a loss-making business?"

   "It's okay, I can still afford to lose." Jiang Beiyu raised his thin lips slightly, and looked outside, a little careless.

   The man in the burgundy suit in the private room was impatient, and he said sarcastically, "Young Master Jiang can't afford it, right?"

  Jiang Beiyu smiled again, "No, it's just a Baiguanshan project, I don't lack it."

   This sentence made people and gods angry, and He Jingchuan wanted to beat him.

   There were more than three of them in this private room. The man opposite Tan, who was wearing a burgundy suit, brought a female companion who looked like a flower like jade. He wore an eye-catching red suspender skirt, and he flirted with the men around him from time to time.

   This hurts He Jingchuan, who is single, but he firmly believes that it is just a noise to Jiang Beiyu next to him.

   This guy doesn't know why he's so self-confident. When he goes out, he sees women who are vulgar and vulgar. He looks in the mirror at least ten times a day.

  What woman do you want.

   At this moment, Jiang Beiyu caught a glimpse of a player wearing a blue and white racing suit below. Compared with the people around him, he was not a little bit petite.

   "Tsk, it's just him, that No. 19," Jiang Beiyu touched his chin, "I'll put in ten million."

  He Jingchuan: "…"

   He looked at the No. 19 player, wearing a helmet and couldn't see his face, but the only certainty was that whoever voted should have a better chance of winning than him.

   This is too **** thin.

   Visually, the height is about 1.7 meters.

   Don't say that he judges people by appearance, but No. 19 looks very unreliable.

   "Are you serious?" He Jingchuan looked at the man beside him.

  Jiang Beiyu is already throwing 10 million in with his mobile phone - betting on the skinny No. 19 player.

  He Jingchuan: "…"

   His first thought was that if he had such a prodigal son, he would definitely be beaten to death immediately.

   Having a son really costs money.

Mr. Qin next to    laughed, and laughed extremely loudly, "Young Master Jiang, are you planning to give me the project directly?"

   "I heard that this was your last project before you were kicked out of the Jiang Clan, isn't it too hasty?"

   Jiang Beiyu poured himself a glass of red wine, took a sip, turned around and saw He Jingchuan looking at him like a fool, Jiang Beiyu smiled suddenly, "You don't bet?"

  He Jingchuan was full of complexities, "Have you been hit recently?"

   It is rumored outside that the Jiang family will kick the eldest son out of the company and support the second.

   Can He Jingchuan and Jiang Beiyu's relationship, can he not know the inside story?

  Jiang Beiyu's younger brother is only in the second year of junior high school, and the rebellious period has not yet passed, but all day long, the elder brother is short and the elder brother is short, and it is a joke for brothers to fight.

   Jiangbeiyu's only trouble is probably too beautiful.

   He said it himself.

   said so, but He Jingchuan didn't plan to accompany Jiang Beiyu in a loss-making business.

   "I'll buy No. 8." He Jingchuan made up his mind and invested five million in No. 8.

  Jiang Beiyu picked up his mobile phone and replied to a message, then continued to look outside, the game was about to start.

  The young man Tan put his arms around the waist of his female companion and also stood in front of the window watching.

   This is an ordinary track racing, the regulations are not so dead, after all, it is not formal, and human life is not particularly important.

   (end of this chapter)