Schult looked at Yang Chen and said, "Mr. Zhang, we are sure to earn this hundred million!"
Zhang Jiacheng had watched Schult's races many times and had a general impression of his true capabilities.
Schult occasionally won championships, frequently finished in the top three, and sometimes barely made it into the top ten. Regardless of the race, he never ranked below tenth place.
Such a professional racer, it's not an exaggeration to say he can definitely beat a ride-hailing driver, right?
Zhang Jiacheng gritted his teeth and said, "Alright! A hundred million it is! Chen Lijun, Wang Zijun, are you two willing to put up this hundred million?"
They both couldn't help but laugh immediately.
Chen Lijun: "Of course! Why wouldn't I dare?"
Wang Zijun: "Since Brother Cheng wants to play, we as brothers must fully accompany him."
After saying this, the two took out their checkbooks and each signed a 50 million check.
Chen Lijun: "Fifty million!"
Wang Zijun: "Fifty million!"
