NOVEL NEXT Chapter 327 Forty-Nine Turns Mountain
Even the several women closest to Wang Ye couldn't resist squeezing toward his embrace, eager to press their bodies tightly against his.
"Sigh."
Wang Ye let out a somewhat helpless sigh. He had only come to race; what had he done wrong?
Then, Wang Ye's body began to twist in a distinctive trajectory. These women surrounded him tightly, but even so, under Wang Ye's maneuvering, not a single one managed to touch him as he squeezed effortlessly out of the crowd.
"I really didn't mean to make new friends, you all have fun, have fun."
Wang Ye looked back and spoke to the beauties who were trying to catch up, and just then, an extremely innocent-looking girl approach him, smiled, and said:
"Hello, my name is Ke Linger, and I'm a racer from Forty-Nine Turns Mountain. Would you like to get to know each other?"
Wang Ye sized up the girl who claimed to be Ke Linger.
She had charming dimples when she smiled, even with her innocent appearance, Wang Ye could sense a heroic air about her. She was straightforward when greeting him, clearly different from the women who had come up to him for money immediately after he got out of the car.
Right away.
Wang Ye smiled at Ke Linger, reached out for a handshake, giving off a refined demeanor: "Hello, I'm Wang Ye."
And those women standing less than a meter away from Wang Ye watched in annoyance as the same man who had just told them he had no intention of making friends on Forty-Nine Turns Mountain was now quickly exchanging pleasantries with someone else.
They felt a sudden surge of irritation.
Wasn't he averse to making friends?
So how come he was shaking hands with someone else in the blink of an eye?
This was a real slap in the face!
In the crowd, an indignant woman immediately took out her phone and captured the scene of Wang Ye shaking hands with Ke Linger.
"Wang Ye, I've seen some of your exploits on the internet. Now you've taken over from Wang Congcong to become the nation's new sweetheart," Ke Linger said to Wang Ye as they walked toward the racing cars.
"Nation's sweetheart? I didn't even know I had this title," Wang Ye replied with a laugh and a mix of tears, being someone who focused on either serious matters or playing games, he didn't pay much attention to these things.
"However, Wang Congcong, once a national sweetheart, ended up with the nickname of a fawning admirer. I certainly don't want to be the nation's sweetheart," Wang Ye said with a cheeky tease.
"Hahaha, so you're at the mercy of my oil, not by heaven's decree, huh?" Even though this meme was a bit out-of-date now, Wang Ye's mention of it still made Ke Linger smile.
"But I also admire you. Starting from scratch, in just a short time you've built the biggest conglomerate in Yun City and achieved great success in medicine."
"Especially..."
Ke Linger turned to Wang Ye, narrowing her eyes as she praised him:
"Just now, so many young women with good figures and scantily clad were surrounding you, yet you were unmoved. You didn't even take the slightest advantage of them before squeezing out. That's really commendable."
"I really can't stand that kind of feeling," Wang Ye scratched his head.
"Those women, they come here specifically to hook up with wealthy guys. As long as the price is right, whether it's long-term support or just one-night affairs, they don't care. It's better not to associate with such people. But there are rich second-generation types who, upon seeing a beautiful woman with a good figure, will just take care of them directly. And the ones who don't like it, once they're being squeezed by them, they'll also find ways to take advantage, get a few benefits," Ke Linger said with a slight frown and noticeable disgust for such people before giving Wang Ye a sweet smile, "But you're different from them, worthy of the nation's sweetheart."
Ke Linger's smile was infectious, making Wang Ye feel an unconscious urge to smile along with her.
"By the way."
Ke Linger faced Wang Ye: "Aren't you from Yun City? Why did you come all the way here? I feel like you're not the kind of person to travel all this way just to play with cars, right?"
"I'm here to find the YYSD photography team. My senior sister Zhao Min is about to shoot a TV drama, and I want YYSD to be the photography team for it," Wang Ye said candidly about his intentions to Ke Linger who had asked.
"So that's how it is," Ke Linger nodded. "Although the YYSD photography team is indeed very good technically, they're not exactly short of money. Generally, they only take on movies or dramas they find interesting. They won't accept ones they're not interested in."
"Not necessarily."
Wang Ye smiled mysteriously: "I've already discussed it with them over the phone. If I manage to beat them in today's race, then they will agree to be the photography team for the drama."
"Pfft."
Just as Wang Ye finished his sentence, a passerby who overheard him couldn't hold back a laugh and gave him a mocking look:
"Wang Ye, in traditional Chinese medicine and entrepreneurship, you're indeed remarkable, and that's universally acknowledged. But in racing, if you think you can beat the YYSD photography team, I'm afraid you're overly optimistic."
What this passerby said—
also drew the attention of other passersby.
For a moment, the others also chimed in:
"Boss Wang, just give up. In the realm of racing, there's no way you can beat YYSD. You should know that the YYSD photography team isn't just skilled in photography; their racing skills are top-notch too. No one on Forty-Nine Turns Mountain has ever beaten the YYSD team."
"Boss Wang, just enjoy yourself and have fun. But as for beating the YYSD team, forget it; it's simply impossible."
"Enough, all of you stop," Ke Linger addressed the other passersby.
Having a good standing among the racers of Forty-Nine Turns Mountain, Ke Linger's intervention made the others fall silent, though their looks towards Wang Ye remained mocking.