I'm A Baller - Chapter 432
Chapter 432: You Were Fooled, Right?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Right in the middle of the first private room, a young man was fighting with Huang Yiqing.
The first private room was Huang Yiqing’s base camp. A group of young masters from Shanghai was surrounding them, eyeing them like tigers watching their prey. The young man who only had one buddy with him was fearless.
“You don’t have to be arrogant. With your family’s status, what right do you have to be arrogant with me? I’m here to tell you…”
Halfway through the demonstration, a commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd. The latest situation had just been updated to them.
The young man was stunned for a long while before he finally understood what was going on. His face immediately turned livid.
“F*ck! B*stard, are you playing us?”
The young man was furious. He had already determined that Huang Yiqing was playing tricks.
If the other party had played such a big game from the start and displayed such strong confidence to win, who would have been willing to go up against him?
Fighting spirit was fighting spirit, money was money, the two were different. No one was stupid enough to bet on something that one might lose.
The gambling game was only meaningful if there was a small gap between them.
The driver invited by Beijing was called Vin Diesel, and the driver invited by the other party was called Schumacher. What was the point of gambling then?
Could the god of cars who performed on-screen compete with the real god of cars?
If they had known that the other party was so awesome, they would either not have gambled or put restrictions on it. In any case, the current situation would not have happened.
In the end, Huang Yiqing ignited the flames and dragged everyone down with him. Then, at the last moment, he struck back with a thousand-year-old kill.
Dog Huang, f*ck you!
As for why the young people thought that Wang Yan was really awesome and not just acting… the money was there to show for it.
No one would joke around with 200 million.
The eldest young master present today had the highest net worth of 20 billion. Throwing 200 million away for nothing would make even his heart ache.
Who dared to say that he wouldn’t feel heartbroken if he threw 200 million away? Raise your hand if you do!
Hiss… so, so many people.
The young man was so angry that he clenched his fists and panted heavily. He wished that he could smash a soy sauce shop on that dog’s face. However, before he could do so, Huang Yiqing’s face was already flashing with all kinds of colors. His expression was even uglier than a dead horse.
Huang Yiqing pushed his younger brother away and rushed back to his seat. He picked up the tablet and looked at the information inside. His lips trembled.
593 million!
What the f*ck!
He felt dizzy.
As one of the few people who had all the information on the drivers, Huang Yiqing knew the true victory rate too well.
Eight drivers, three teams.
The strongest person in the second team was Milson, who represented HAC.
Brother Milson had once driven a Bugatti Veyron and ran 167 kilometers per hour in Beijing’s Golden Harbor Circuit.
But that was Milson’s limit, and the difficulty of Beijing’s Golden Harbor race track could not be compared to the difficulty of the Shanghai International Race Track.
Last year, the Koenigsegg Agera RS made its debut in China and went on the Shanghai race track. Milson’s result was 1 minute and 52.43 seconds for a lap.
It sounded fierce, but the Koenigsegg professional test driver’s result was 1 minute and 43.11 seconds.
In order to help Fatty Fu promote the Koenigsegg Agera RS, Milson’s car today was still this beast, which focuses on the track. The 0-100 km/h acceleration took about 2.27 seconds, which was a lot faster than Wang Yan’s 918.
If it were to be judged by an amateur who did not know how to race cars, Milson’s chances of winning the championship were very high.
However, in reality, acceleration from 0-100 km/h data was useless in a race car.
In foreign countries, a simple modification of a small cannon could easily result in acceleration from 0-100 km/h in 1.8 seconds.
For the sake of stability, the F1 racing car usually started in second or third gear. Acceleration from 0-100 km/h took close to three seconds and it was beaten by all the other Supercars on the field.
Then, after finishing a corner, the F1 would only be left with the taillights.
Therefore, the performance of a car could not only be judged by the data, especially not by the time to get from 0-100 km/h data. The performance and control when going around corners were more important.
Wang Yan was a man who could get close to the maximum speed limit of a curve by driving a Laferrari!
This meant that there was a gap.
Although Wang Yan had never run the entire track with all his strength and had been hiding his strength, or playing games this entire time, Huang Yiqing had also not been idle.
Recently, whenever Wang Yan tested the car, Huang Yiqing would send people to secretly observe in the monitoring room.
Finally, an interesting result came out.
Wang Yan had tried to hit the maximum speed at every single corner.
There were 14 corners in total, and Wang Yan had scattered them over hundreds of laps. He had scattered the impact tests and tested various entry and exit strategies.
At each corner, Wang Yan was confident that he could enter and exit at 90% of the maximum speed.
Schumacher’s record for a single lap was 1 minute and 32 seconds. His average speed was 205 kilometers per hour, which was about 96% of the maximum theoretical speed.
Further up was the top performance field, requiring better cars, better tires, and better dynamic design.
Wang Yan was driving the 918 while Schumacher was driving the F1, only a 6% difference between them, was it scary?
Of course, a single corner is a single corner, comparing the whole process of integration, Wang Yan is certainly not as strong.
Huang Yiqing estimated that Wang Yan should be able to run a lap speed of 1 minute and 45 seconds, beating Milson without a problem.
Only one gear.
Milson and the two other drivers of the SCC, along with Pan Shao and Chen He, competed in the second gear.
Liu Shunqi, who was very good at drifting, and Shen Mengyu, the Qiantang racer that Sun Fengfeng found, were basically just there to make up the numbers.
The previous betting situation could also prove Huang Yiqing’s judgment.
Milson had more than 117 million, while Huang Wu of Beijing had 76 million. The two of them together accounted for more than half of the amount.
Liu Shunqi and Shen Mengyu only had a symbolic amount of more than 13 million. Part of it was to save face, while the other part was to fight to not be last.
Huang Yiqing was too clear about the real strength comparison. Putting aside the unexpected factors, Wang Yan had an 80% chance of winning the championship. This was the reason he threw all his money at the risk of his life and did not hesitate to provoke his opponents.
Offend people?
Who would mind offending people if it meant they could make money?
A restauranteur starting a fire in it would affect the business of the entire street while a novel writer starting a fire would not affect the business of his peers. The writer would even be watched and reported by people every f*cking day!
As long as one had money, so what if they offended people?
Anyway, there was already a grudge to begin with. It would not be a waste even if he did not take advantage of it.
The results were very ideal. When the anger was aroused, the matter would become bigger. He secretly spread his bets to put nearly 40 million yuan on Wang Yan. He thought that he could earn at least 120 million yuan. The competition was about to start.
Crack!
It was all shattered.
Huang Yiqing’s entire body was trembling. He did not hear what the young man was scolding. He held onto the tablet and his mind was in a mess.
Wang Yan, f*ck you!
At the same time, the few private rooms next door were cursing: Huang Yiqing, f*ck you!
There were several groups of people from Beijing. They were not close to each other, but they were on the same side. Now, even more so.
As soon as the final 200 million and 220 million came out, the young masters immediately reacted. F*ck, they had been tricked!
No one was stupid. They could see the essence through the phenomenon. The 200 million and 220 million could only represent one thing — absolute confidence.
There was no need to push the blame. It would naturally fall on Huang Yiqing’s head.
Previously, this fellow had been stirring up the flames and clamoring. He had jumped left and right, he was just as cheap as Zhou Xingxing.
Come and hit me!
Come on!
They are all young masters, can they endure this?
Let’s fight, I’m not afraid!
Meng Yu is not confirmed to win, and neither is Milson, but your SSCC will definitely win?
As they are all amateurs, it depends on both performance and luck, losing does not equate to complete defeat, I still have to fight with you this time!
While whining and throwing money, no one believed that their opponents would win, but yet still felt that there is a chance that they could.
