Chapter 437: 171 Are your requirements high? (Second Update) _1
 

Wang Youfeng knew the last one to arrive was the student teaching Ning Xiao the techniques.

By Tang Ming’s side, Pu Xiaohan’s eyes also lit up, “Lian is here!”

Ning Xiao by Wang Youfeng’s side also sat up straight.

This made Wang Youfeng feel strange; it seemed that the last student was the leader of this little group. Just who was this person that could even captivate someone with Ning Xiao’s personality?

Just as he was thinking this, the person outside had already walked in.

The newcomer was dressed in a loose lead-white top and dark blue long pants, which looked somewhat like national-style training attire. A pair of wooden hairpins held up the long hair at the back of the head.

She was casually carrying a canvas bag, with wisps of hair falling lightly across her forehead, and her ink-dyed eyebrows and eyes appeared relaxed yet cool.

Although her style was different, Wang Youfeng recognized her—

Wasn’t this the girl who had saved him in the alley and then met his godmother?

What a coincidence.

“Bai Lian,” Wang Youfeng stood up and smiled at Bai Lian, “So you’re also Ning Xiao’s classmate.”

Pu Xiaohan turned curiously, “Uncle Wang, you know each other?”

“Yes, we met at my godmother’s house,” Wang Youfeng did not mention the incident in the alley, only saying, “Previously when his grandmother accidentally fell, it was Bai Lian who brought her.”

Ning Xiao didn’t know about this.

He once again thanked Bai Lian, who had just transferred to their school at that time, and he did not know her yet.

Pu Xiaohan and Tang Ming, who were still a bit restrained, were initially somewhat afraid of Wang Youfeng due to the tattoos that were faintly visible on his neck, but now that Bai Lian had arrived and they all knew each other, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

“Classmates, add uncle’s WeChat,” Wang Youfeng took out his phone, amicably adding Tang Ming and Pu Xiaohan’s WeChat, “If you need anything in the future, you can look for uncle.”

“Alright.” Both obediently took out their phones.

When Wang Youfeng heard that Pu Xiaohan was a senior, he was momentarily stunned, and then looked at Ning Xiao, “You’re a senior already?”

He felt a bit embarrassed; he had brought back practice problems for freshmen on this trip.

Ning Xiao: “What else?”

Wang Youfeng felt a bit embarrassed and changed the subject, “Is the college entrance exam coming up soon? All four of you need to work hard.”

After the meal, Wang Youfeng seemed particularly happy, and they only finished eating a little later than planned.

He and Bai Lian lingered behind, and Wang Youfeng took out a cigarette, “My godmother’s condition is not good. She is conscious less and less, and I don’t know how long she can hold on.”

“You should spend more time with Ning Xiao.” The last time Bai Lian took her grandmother’s pulse, the signs had already been faint and weak.

As they talked, the group parted ways at the door.

Wang Youfeng watched Bai Lian and the others leave and then thought that he hadn’t yet asked about Ning Xiao’s grades, “Where are you planning to apply?”

He turned around, asking casually.

He planned to arrange things for Ning Xiao in advance

Ning Xiao: “Jiangjing University.”

Wang Youfeng: “…Seriously?”

Although he didn’t finish middle school, he knew that this was not a university just anyone could get into.

**

At six in the evening.

Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai arrived at Panshan Highway.

The Panshan Highway in Xiangcheng is located in the north of the city. Although it was only six o’clock, the entire Panshan Highway was already lit up with colorful lights and banners, and the grandstands on either side of the starting station had been renovated, sparkling in splendor.

In the middle of the road were motorcycle enthusiasts from various countries.

This was the second time Bai Lian felt there could be so many people; she was holding her phone.

“Miss Jiang, you’re here.” Xu Nanjing didn’t have time, so Xiao Bingwen, accompanied by others, came down to bring Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai to the viewing platform.

There are three layers in the spectators’ stand.

The bottom layer had seating for regular spectators, as well as media reporters.

The middle was for monitoring facilities and a giant screen, which would project live footage for those below. Many people were below, recording the giant screen with their phones.

The third floor was the VIP room, with a small section for a tea break room in the middle.

Xiao Bingwen took Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai to the viewing platform, instructed the people outside to take good care of them, and then hurried away.

Bai Lian saw there was a balcony and walked over. From the balcony, she could see the cheerleaders below, the huge screen opposite, and the audience on the first floor.

The music and voices from below were booming.

Jiang Fulai stood beside Bai Lian for a while, leaning slightly against the balcony, his eyebrows lowered, “I thought you weren’t interested in these kinds of things.”

“It’s alright,” Bai Lian casually propped her hands on the balcony, her gaze fixed on a black motorcycle below, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “I’ve watched it sometimes.”

Outside, someone knocked on the door—it was Xiao Bingwen’s man, Xiao Yilei: “Mr. Jiang, Miss Bai, here are some refreshments.”

He placed a small dish on the little table on the balcony.

Seeing that Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai had no other instructions, he went back downstairs.

He was very respectful.

The sun was gradually setting, and streetlights were lighting up one by one, illuminating the entire Panshan Highway as if it were broad daylight, making the crowd below even more excited.

Jiang Fulai wasn’t interested in motorcycles. He took out his laptop and placed it on the table, talking to Bai Lian while also checking his computer.

The friendly match would start at 7:28 PM.

At 7:00 PM, after Xu Nanjing and Xiao Bingwen finished greeting people, they finally found a chance to say hello to Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai.

Xu Nanjing sat opposite Jiang Fulai and drank a large glass of water. “It’s not easy. Chael seems to love this scene; he’s chatting with the racers downstairs.”

Jiang Fulai closed his laptop and started to talk business with Xu Nanjing, “Is everything arranged?”

“You still don’t trust me?” Xu Nanjing smiled.

Jiang Fulai didn’t say anything, just gave him a light glance.

Xu Nanjing: “…that matter with physics doesn’t count.”

Bai Lian was still lying lazily on the balcony, listening to English and looking at the cars below.

Xiao Bingwen stood by Xu Nanjing’s side, his posture also much more relaxed now.

Just at that moment, someone knocked on the door. Xiao Bingwen went to open it; it was Xiao Yilei. He whispered something in Xiao Bingwen’s ear, and Xiao Bingwen’s expression suddenly changed.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Nanjing, holding a glass, looked over casually.

Xiao Bingwen’s expression was cold, “Xiaoguo went back to Jiangjing.”

Xu Nanjing gripped the glass tightly, his tone becoming particularly dangerous, “Back to Jiangjing? When did he leave?”

“This afternoon he said he wanted to take another lap to familiarize himself with the route,” Xiao Bingwen pursed his lips, “He must have gone back then.”

“No substitute racer?” Jiang Fulai tapped his fingers on the table, narrowing his eyes.

Xu Nanjing shook his head, looking quite troubled: “There are not many in the club who dare to run this stretch. Besides Xiaoguo, there’s one other person, but he can’t run the whole thing. I personally recruited him; I didn’t expect him to leave at this time.”

Jiang Fulai’s gaze fell on Xu Nanjing, coolly asking, “Do you know who’s behind this?”

Xu Nanjing tilted his head back and gave a bitter smile: “It must be an inside job.”

Thanks to Xu Jueming’s reminder, Xu Nanjing had also prepared well for Xu Jueming’s moves. He took precautions against the people around Chael and made sure nothing happened on his watch.

The only thing he didn’t expect was betrayal from within his ranks.

This business matter was crucial. Xu Nanjing felt that his uncle wouldn’t be so foolish, and it was his own fault for getting too comfortable with everything going too smoothly in Xiangcheng, lowering his guard.

Jiang Fulai, looking at Bai Lian who was practicing her English words, lowered his voice, “Let’s talk inside.”

He stood up and went inside.

The atmosphere downstairs was exhilarating.

But in this room on the third floor, the atmosphere was very oppressive.

Jiang Fulai and Xu Nanjing were inside, Xiao Bingwen did not dare to go in, but his face also couldn’t be said to be good, “I should have not left his side.”

“No one could have anticipated this,” Xiao Yilei clenched his fists in anger, “Xiaoguo’s betrayal is just despicable!”

Bai Lian tilted her head and looked at the backs of Jiang Fulai and Xu Nanjing. She asked Xiao Bingwen, “Is it that serious, missing one person?”

How could it not be serious?

This was Xu Nanjing’s big opportunity to get on good terms with Chael, concerning rare metals and international trade. Explaining all this to Bai Lian might be futile since she probably wouldn’t understand.

Xiao Bingwen, pressing at his brow, suppressed his irritation and explained to Bai Lian, “If this matter isn’t handled well, things will be even harder for Nanjing in the Xu Family. The Xu family members scrutinize his every move, and his uncle has always been against him.”

Bai Lian took off her headphones, her hand lazily resting on the balcony, listening to Xiao Bingwen’s explanation.

It was now 7:18 PM, and the staff knocked at the door, “Third Young Master, Young Master Chael is asking when you will come down.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room sank even lower.

The match would start at 7:28 PM.

“Chael must have already reported this incident to Grandpa,” Xiao Yilei added from the side, and then he sighed, “If only we had a racer familiar with the route right now.”

There were no motorcycle clubs in Xiangcheng, and the routes on Panshan Highway were complex. There weren’t many who ran them, so finding someone familiar with the route on short notice was not easy.

After Xiao Yilei finished speaking.

Bai Lian thought for a moment: “How high are your requirements?”

She wasn’t professional; she had only run this Panshan Highway with Mao Kun and the others. When she needed to blow off steam, she would either go to a fight club or drive here. Xu Nanjing had given her things before—if their requirements weren’t high, she could race a stretch.

Of course, she wasn’t professional, but she was wild enough.