At that moment, Lin Yan looked at his uncle He Xiong and his brows frowned slightly.

I wanted to say something else, an old man with white hair and reading glasses walked out of the house with his second uncle He Liang.

"Dad." He Muyun looked at the old man and shouted.

Hearing the sound, the old man nodded at He Muyun.

Immediately, the old man sat at the dining table and glanced at everyone: "Let's sit down and have a meal, I just happened to have something to say."

At this moment, Lin Yan and others took their seats one after another.

"Dad, is there no room for ease in the convoy's affairs?" asked uncle He Xiong.

The old man poured a glass of wine alone and did not speak. Instead, his second uncle He Liang, who was standing beside him, said: "In half a month, we will compete with Lao Tang's team. If we lose, our team will be disbanded. No one will continue to invest in a last-distance team."

"Old Tang...Dad, isn't he your right-hand assistant before? Why don't you call him and discuss it..." He Xiong said.

"Brother, forget it, Lao Tang, that beast, has been trying to destroy our team in recent years. There are several times when Lao Tang sent us out of the track and talked to him?" He Liang sneered: "Unless we can beat Lao Tang's team."

"Lao Tang's team is not a vegetarian. He has trained many good racers. Even if he is not a racer, our hardware cannot be compared with Lao Tang's team..." He Xiong said thoughtfully.

As he was talking, a knock on the door rang.

He Lefeng stood up and opened the door.

"Uncle Tang?"

At the door between, a middle-aged man walked in with a black leather bag, a big back, and a smile on his face: "Old man, I'm here to see you!"

"Tang Zhenying, today is He's family banquet. I don't remember to invite you." The old man looked at the middle-aged man and spoke expressionlessly.

"Old man, look at what you said. I came here today, not to eat your food. No matter what, I was also trained by you. I came here today to repay my kindness!" the middle-aged man smiled.

"What does it mean?" asked the old man.

"Haha, old man, what's going on with your team? You should know that the next game is your knockout race. The opponent is my team. You also know that your chance of winning is zero. Anyway, if you are going to be disbanded, it's better to sell it to me. At least you can still put a few more money in your pocket, what do you think?" said the middle-aged man.

"Are you finished?" The old man clenched his fists.

"I've finished speaking, what do you mean?" the middle-aged man spoke.

"Get out." The old man spoke coldly.

As the old man finished speaking, the middle-aged man's expression changed and he smiled coldly: "I said, "Old man, you are shameless. Just your broken team, I am willing to pay for it. That is your honor. When you lose the competition, your whole family will kneel down and beg me, but I won't want it! Just your whole family is guarding a broken team now, and eating and drinking will become a problem, right? Still treat it as a treasure?"

"Do you get out!" The second uncle He Liang suddenly stood up and slammed the wine glass in his hand at the feet of the middle-aged man.

"Haha, okay, okay, I'll leave... I want you to see how pitiful and trash your broken team is. I personally send you away from the track forever. Half a month later, we will see you on the track." The middle-aged man nodded, sneered, turned around and left.
Chapter completed!