The next day.
After a night shrouded in gloom and despair, and with the international race looming just ahead, Chi Mingkun clenched his teeth and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, standing up, "I'm going to talk to the manager of the Hummer Team and Zhang Ziyi again."
"With Zhang Ziyi?" Qi Yuan and the others were shocked, unsure what Chi Mingkun was planning to do.
Without further explanation, Ming Kun drove straight to the Hummer Team.
At that moment.
Inside the team's office, the manager of the Hummer Team was pouring tea for Ziyi, who sat at the head of the table, with an ingratiating smile, "Mr. Zhang, you could have just called me. There was no need to trouble yourself by coming all the way here."
Ziyi was holding his teacup, about to speak with a smile, when an assistant knocked, came in, and, after a respectful greeting to Ziyi, leaned close to the manager's ear and whispered something.
