Yang Fei sighed on the side, thinking that the aristocrats of the Greenworth Empire only considered car racing as a social game.
If real race car drivers saw this scene, they would probably be fuming with anger.
In comparison, some of the street racers back home were much more genuine than these guys.
Watching Stina pacing anxiously, Yang Fei chuckled and went over.
"Boss, if you double my bonus for this month, I can ensure Prince George wins."
"You?"
Stina looked Yang Fei up and down, her eyes full of doubt.
"Are you sure? You're just an engineer, not a racer."
Yang Fei chuckled and turned to leave.
"If you don't believe me, just forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."
Stina was suddenly anxious when she saw this.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's the rush?"
"If you really can guarantee Prince George's win, not just double, making it ten times is fine. What are you planning to do?"
Yang Fei shook his hand mysteriously: "You don't need to worry about this."
