Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 306

Outside the stadium, crowds surged and the noise was deafening.

Yan Lan, supporting her pregnant belly, struggled through the crowded throng, her forehead already beaded with sweat, before a security guard reached out to stop her.

"Madam, please show your ticket or work ID."

The security guard looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her protruding belly for a moment before he frowned.

"I'm Yan Lan, an employee of Qinqi Group. I have urgent business to attend to."

The security guard shook his head.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, without a work permit or invitation letter, we cannot let you through."

Just as Yan Lan was about to explain further, she heard someone speaking behind her. Turning around, she saw another security guard stopping a middle-aged man. The man also had no tickets or identification and was holding a mobile phone, seemingly making a contact.

Yan Lan was taken aback, then recognized him—it was the staff member she had treated at the First Chief's Mansion that day!

"It's you?"

She called out tentatively.

The middle-aged man looked up, his gaze lingering on Yan Lan's face for a moment before he suddenly realized what was happening.

"Little doctor?"

Yan Lan nodded and walked over quickly.

"You're here to watch the game too?"

The other person smiled and extended their hand.

"I forgot to introduce myself that day. My surname is Tao."

"My surname is Yan."

Yan Lan also extended her hand and shook hands with the other person.

Upon hearing that Yan Lan's surname was Yan, Uncle Tao was slightly taken aback. He glanced at Yan Lan a few more times. At this moment, the people behind him kept pushing forward. Uncle Tao saw that Yan Lan was heavily pregnant, and his gaze faltered slightly as he glanced at the people behind him.

That stern gaze startled the people around him, who instinctively backed away.

Uncle Tao shielded his eye with one hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

Why are you alone? Where are your family?

"He's inside. And you? Alone too?"

"I came to watch a friend's game, but unfortunately I can't get in touch with him right now."

Uncle Tao shook his phone, his tone helpless.

Yan Lan glanced at the time; the competition was about to begin, and she had to get in as soon as possible.

A thought struck her, and she said, "Uncle Tao, I can take you in."

Mr. Tao was somewhat surprised.

“Do you have any idea?”

Yan Lan quickly took out her phone and searched for her email.

She suddenly remembered that her other identity, "God of Europe," was a legendary designer renowned in the racing world. She would receive invitations to every major event, but she was usually too busy to go back and watch.

Soon, among the mountain of unread emails, she found one with the title: "[International Formula One Grand Prix - Special Guest]".

She handed her phone to the security guard: "This is the invitation."

The security guard looked down and his attitude instantly became respectful.

"Please, please use the priority lane!"

Mr. Tao looked at Yan Lan in surprise, but did not ask any further questions.

Yan Lan smiled slightly.

"Let's go, the match is about to start."

On the other side, in the stadium's renovation area, the pungent smell of engine oil mixed with the scorching aroma of burning metal assaulted the senses.

Several Qin engineers knelt beside the race car, with Qin Shi standing to the side, his suit pants stained with oil. The engineers were adjusting the engine parameters.

Cheng Fei, dressed in a racing driver's suit, paced back and forth, his voice filled with anxiety.

"Brother Qin, that young master Chu, relying on his shares in Imperial Automobile, just boasted in the media area that he'd bet a hundred million yuan that we'd lose! Outrageous!"

The sound of the wrench tightening the last screw rang out crisply.

Qin Shi didn't even look up: "Let him be."

His voice was deep and calm, as if the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Qin?"

A piercing sound came from behind.

Young Master Chu swaggered over with a few people, his custom racing suits embroidered with the eye-catching Imperial Motors logo.

He deliberately kicked the tires of the Qin race car with the tip of his leather shoe, the metallic clanging sound particularly jarring in the noisy repair area.

"Tsk, Qin Shi, you lost your position as the heir to the Qin family and became a car mechanic?"

Chu Shao leaned down and shouted in Qin Shi's ear,

"How much salary does Qinqi offer you? I'll offer three times that amount; how about you become a technical consultant at Diqi?"

Cheng Fei's face turned red with anger, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Qin Shi didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to adjust the instrument panel.

Seeing that Qin Shi ignored him, Chu Shao sneered, straightened up, and looked around: "Qin Qi's cars are outdated." He deliberately raised his voice so that the surrounding staff could hear him.

"Emperor's new car is equipped with a newly developed turbo system, which completely outperforms Qin's outdated models."

His followers burst into laughter, and some even took photos of Qin Shi kneeling down to fix the car and posted them on their WeChat Moments.

Qin Shi finally stopped what he was doing and slowly stood up.

He was half a head taller than Chu Shao, and his condescending gaze made Chu Shao unconsciously take a half step back.

“Are you done?”

Qin Shi's voice was as cold as ice.

"Get out of here after you've said that."

Chu Shao's face stiffened, then he became furious: "Stop pretending to be so high and mighty! I'm going to see your piece of junk on the track later—"

"If you're going to gamble, gamble big."

A clear female voice suddenly interrupted him.

Everyone turned around and saw Yan Lan walking over, followed by an unfamiliar middle-aged man.

Yan Lan's hair was stuck to her cheeks with sweat as she walked straight up to Chu Shao.

"I'll bet you a billion, are you in?"

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

Chu Shao paused for two seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"What are you doing here, a pregnant woman? Qin Shi, your wife has more guts than you!"

Cheng Fei quickly grabbed Yan Lan and lowered his voice,

"Sister-in-law! Don't do anything reckless! Imperial Motors has hired Nick Young, one of the world's top three drivers, and we..."

Yan Lan pulled a roll of blueprints from her eco-friendly bag and stuffed it into Qin Shi's oil-stained hands.

Use this.

The moment the blueprints were unfolded, Qin Shi's pupils constricted—the modification parameters, accurate to the millimeter, were none other than the handwriting of the legendary "God of Europe."

"One billion, betting that Qinqi will be number one in car sales."

Yan Lan pointed to the Diqi racing car behind Chu Shao.

"We will prove that Qinqi's cars are superior to Diqi's."

Young Master Chu remained calm.

"You think I'm afraid of you? When Qin Shi goes bankrupt, remember to have your wife beg me for help!"

His henchmen let out lewd laughter, and some even whistled at Yan Lan's pregnant belly.

Qin Shi's eyes were icy cold.

In the distance, a promotional video for the new Imperial Motors car began playing on a large screen, with Nick Young flashing a victory sign at the camera.

Chu Shao and his group also left.

"Sister-in-law, you acted too impulsively this time."

Cheng Fei was so anxious that he kept scratching his head.

One billion is no small sum.

“We have the blueprints.”

Yan Lan looked calm.

"These blueprints are too difficult."

The engineer next to him took the blueprints, opened them, and his face immediately turned extremely ugly.

The blueprints for "God of Europe" are not something that ordinary people can understand.