After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Chapter 93 Despicable Tactics! The Ace Who Was Drugged!

A top-tier resort hotel in LJ city.

A luxurious private room on the top floor.

Zhao Tianyu sat on the leather sofa, holding a glass of freshly decanted Romanée-Conti.

"Li Feng".

Zhao Tianyu gently swirled the wine in his glass, leaving viscous streaks on the glass's surface.

He looked up at the crew-cut youth standing to the side and asked, "How confident are you about the game tomorrow night? Give me a straight answer."

Upon hearing the boss's question, Li Feng remained silent for a moment.

As the uncrowned king of the domestic underground car rental industry, under normal circumstances, he would definitely say without hesitation that he was going to win.

But just last night, on the viewing platform at the Eighteen Bends of the Nujiang River, he witnessed firsthand the descent of a twelve-meter-long bus...

I simply couldn't bring myself to say that I was certain of winning.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhao Tianyu pressed, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"

"Don't worry, Young Master Yu," Li Feng said in a deep voice, "We have a very good chance of winning."

"Very big?"

Zhao Tianyu frowned. "I don't want it to be very big, I want it to be 100%!"

He slammed his wine glass on the table with a loud "bang".

"Do you know what a month's theatrical run means?"

Is the odds of winning very high?

not enough.

He wants 100%! Absolutely no mistakes!

"Originally, I wanted to beat him fair and square on the track, to crush him under my feet. But now, I've changed my mind. Ye Feng must lose! And he must lose so badly he's left with nothing!"

Zhao Tianyu stood up and paced back and forth in the private room.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hey, Tiger. Have you made contact with the informant I asked you to place at the hotel where Ye Feng's convoy is staying?"

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, "We've got in touch, Young Master Yu. That kid owes our casino hundreds of thousands. He wouldn't hesitate to eat shit if we made him."

......

at the same time.

Inside a serene Chinese-style private room, the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.

"What would you like to eat? Order whatever you like. When you come to southern Yunnan, you have to try the local specialties." Ye Feng handed a beautifully designed menu to Zhou Xuan and Chen Xi.

Zhou Xuan didn't stand on ceremony. She took the menu, flipped through it, and turned to the waiter next to her, saying, "One steamed chicken in a clay pot, one stir-fried Xuanwei ham with black truffle, and one matsutake sashimi."

After ordering, she handed the menu to Chen Xi.

Chen Xi added two vegetarian dishes, and the menu was eventually passed to Lin Zhixing. Lin Zhixing glanced at it and ordered a local specialty, stir-fried wild mushrooms.

The waiter took the menu and respectfully withdrew.

While waiting for the food to be served.

Lin Zhixing picked up his teacup, took a sip, looked at Ye Feng, and casually asked, "Young Master Ye, what exactly was that competition Zhao Tianyu mentioned in the lobby earlier?"

Mentioning this, Ye Feng's smile faded slightly, and his brows furrowed a little.

"It's just a bet on an underground race."

Ye Feng sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Our Yecheng Entertainment and their Brilliant Media have always had a conflict of interest over the screening rights of a certain cinema chain in the south. Originally, the stakes for this bet were the casting rights for the male lead in a big-budget film, but since he was so arrogant in the restaurant today and offered to raise the stakes, I didn't back down and directly staked the resources of that cinema chain as well."

"Playing this big?" Zhou Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"On the surface, we're all legitimate business people, bickering and exchanging insults," Ye Feng sneered. "But in private, we second-generation rich kids usually resolve these disputes in our own way. Racing is the most direct and straightforward way."

Zhou Xuan added from the side, "Although Zhao Tianyu's character is utterly despicable, he does indeed maintain a top-tier underground racing team in the country. Especially his ace driver, Li Feng, who is extremely skilled."

"So you came to Yunnan this time just to compete against him in this match?" Lin Zhixing asked.

"right."

Ye Feng nodded. "Tomorrow night at 10 PM, on the Nujiang Eighteen Bends Mountain Road on the outskirts of LJ City."

The Nujiang River has eighteen bends?

Lin Zhixing was stunned for a moment. Wasn't it just that the film crew had made a few trips back and forth yesterday?

Ye Feng did not notice anything unusual about Lin Zhixing.

"But don't worry."

Ye Feng smiled and said confidently, "Zhao Tianyu has an ace up his sleeve, but I, Ye Feng, am no pushover either. I have my own trump cards too."

Ye Feng leaned forward, appearing somewhat mysterious and smug:

"I spent a million dollars on this appearance fee to bring in a top foreign driver, Mike, who has participated in the Dakar Rally!"

"Furthermore, to match his skills, I even had a heavily modified Porsche 911 GT3 RS flown in overnight!"

"I stripped the interior off that car, reprogrammed the ECU, and forged the pistons, squeezing out a terrifying 650 horsepower! It can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.8 seconds!"

"In terms of skill and cars, I absolutely crush that Zhao Tianyu!"

"Tomorrow night, I'm going to make him spit out everything he's swallowed, with interest!"

Ye Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see the scene of Zhao Tianyu kneeling on the ground and singing "Conquer" tomorrow.

Looking at Ye Feng's confident expression.

Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her glass of red wine, and smiled sweetly, "Then we wish Young Master Ye a triumphant return tomorrow night."

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The four wine glasses clinked together crisply in the air.

The atmosphere inside the private room became lively again.

however.

Just as Ye Feng put down his wine glass and was about to pick up his chopsticks...

"Buzzing—"

His phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Ye Feng glanced at the caller ID: [Team Manager Ma Dong].

"Hey, Lao Ma, what's up? Didn't I tell you to take Mike to familiarize himself with the roads?" Ye Feng answered the call, his tone relaxed.

There was some noise coming from the other end of the phone.

"Young Master Ye... Young Master Ye! Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!!!"

The smile on Ye Feng's face vanished instantly.

"What's going on? Don't panic, the sky isn't falling! Tell me slowly!"

On the other end of the phone, Ma Dong's voice trembled slightly, "Mike... Mike is dying!"

"What do you mean you're no longer capable?!" Ye Feng suddenly stood up.

Mike was the ace driver he hired from overseas for a million dollars!

Ma Dong continued on the phone, "He's poisoned! Food poisoning! Mike just finished eating at the hotel restaurant, and before he even reached the underground parking garage, he suddenly clutched his stomach and collapsed on the ground, rolling around! He's vomiting and having diarrhea like crazy!"

"The person has been taken to the city hospital's emergency room for treatment! The doctor said it's acute gastroenteritis complicated by severe dehydration, which has even damaged the intestinal mucosa! They'll need to stay in bed for at least a week before they can get up!"

"What did you say?!" Ye Feng exclaimed in shock and anger.

"How could I suddenly have food poisoning?! I was perfectly fine yesterday!!"

"I...I don't know, Young Master Ye! But the doctor said he detected a large dose of a powerful laxative in the vomit!"

Ma Dong cried out on the other end, "The match is tomorrow night! We can't possibly make changes at this point!"

"Don't panic, what's the panic!" Ye Feng gritted his teeth. "Quickly get the backup drivers ready, I'll be right there."

I hung up the phone.

The private room was very quiet. Although the hands-free mode wasn't on, the volume was so loud that Lin Zhixing, Zhou Xuan, and Chen Xi, who were present, could hear most of what was happening on the phone.

Lin Zhixing and Zhou Xuan exchanged a glance, both showing some worry.

Food poisoning at this critical juncture?

Even a fool could tell who did this!

Who else could it be but that despicable and shameless Zhao Tianyu?!

"Do you need any help?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"No need," Ye Feng waved his hand.

Although he said it casually, Ye Feng knew that without the ace driver, the expensive GT3 would be nothing but a pile of scrap metal.

If they forfeit or lose tomorrow night's game.

Not only will they lose the right to cast the male lead in a big-budget film, but they will also lose Yecheng Entertainment's core resources in southern cinemas.

Even more devastatingly, Ye Feng's face, and the face of the entire Yecheng Entertainment, will be crushed to pieces by Zhao Tianyu!

Ye Feng didn't say anything more. He picked up his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair and strode out.

At the very least, he had to go to the hospital to check on Mike's condition, even if there was only a sliver of hope.

Zhou Xuan, Chen Xi, and Lin Zhixing exchanged glances.

"Let's go." Lin Zhixing stood up.

Zhou Xuan also picked up her handbag, her tone decisive, "We'll go with you."