I'm good, I pretend

As soon as Yao Zheng arrived at the company, Secretary Zheng came out.

"Mr. Yao, this is the list of the public relations team that was drafted just today, and it's just waiting for your decision."

"After all, Song Ming and Song Yinghou's affairs can no longer be delayed."

Yao Zheng stopped walking and glanced at Secretary Zheng.

"... Song Ming's matter has not been resolved yet?"

"...Mr. Yao, this..." Secretary Zheng was about to break out in a cold sweat. They, Yao, didn't come to the company often, but when they came, the company always encountered major issues that they hadn't resolved yet.

Whoops, why is he reciting his dots like this!

"Even the public relations team was not selected?"

"This one……"

"Call the department manager and agent in charge of the artist's public relations to my office."

Yao Zheng took off his coat and walked directly to the office.

"Yes, Mr. Yao."

Secretary Zheng turned around immediately, feeling that her back was about to get soaked.

……

CEO's office.

Yao Zheng was sitting at his desk, quietly looking at a piece of information in front of him, his face getting worse the more he looked at it, it was such a trivial matter, something that could be dealt with by emergency public relations, it was dragging on until now?

It seems that he spent too little time in the company.

The people below are starting to dawdle.

Before Secretary Zheng called him over.

He dialed the phone.

"Secretary Zheng, inform the HR department that the head of the public relations department can pack up and leave. Please contact me with the Starway public relations team and let the agent contact them directly."

"……This……"

Secretary Zheng looked at the head of the public relations department who had already left with the documents, and thought that Mr. Yao might be a little too hasty.

"Why, Secretary Zheng, can't understand people's language?"

"No, no, Mr. Yao, I'll notify you right away."

"..."

Yao Zheng hung up the phone and called his manager again.

A pass toss down.

Song Mingming's matter has been resolved, and all the negative news on the Internet has disappeared.

Except that some breaking news accounts are still raising prices, everything else is almost done.

However, it was already dark outside.

Look at the time.

It's already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Yao Zheng didn't even eat dinner, and before he called, Secretary Zheng knocked on the door cautiously.

"Enter."

Yao Zheng had already put down the pen in his hand, and looked at Secretary Zheng who walked in.

"Is something wrong?"

"Mr. Yao, you haven't eaten dinner yet, so I ordered you a takeaway."

Secretary Zheng took out a takeaway from behind and put it on the table for him.

"You eat first, I'm going out."

"Ah."

Yao Zheng glanced at Secretary Zheng who was leaving, and then at the takeaway on the table, which was packed in a plastic box.

He stood up and walked to the sofa, without even opening it to take a look, he threw the corner of the bag into the trash can.

There was a look of disgust on his face.

He suddenly remembered that when he used to dig through the trash cans to find food, the leftovers packed in plastic boxes appeared the most.

Although it is not clean, it has fed him for a long time.

Yao Zheng couldn't help himself, and went into the bathroom covering his mouth.

He obviously didn't eat anything, but it seemed like he was going to spit out his internal organs.

"Oh shit."

Yao Zheng wiped his mouth vigorously.

After washing his face, he put his hands beside the sink, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

The corners of both eyes were slightly red.

His mouth seemed to be scratched by himself.

Thinking of the beginning, he couldn't help but grabbed his neck, as if he was about to lose his breath.

He took a big gulp of fresh air, and it took him a while to recover.

Then he meticulously wiped off the water on his face and hands, adjusted his tie briefly, and walked out.

"Secretary Zheng, let's get off work."

Yao Zheng came out with a suit jacket and knocked on the desk of Secretary Zheng who was working hard.

"Okay, Mr. Yao, are you going home? Do you need to—"

"unnecessary."

"Okay, Mr. Yao, pay attention to your safety on the road."

Yao Zheng has already stepped into the elevator.

Did not give him a look.

Secretary Zheng: ...I'm in a difficult situation.

……

After ten o'clock in the evening.

Yao Zheng went to his hotel next door to take a shower, and then drove out of the hotel.

A call was made on the way.

Immediately, the speed increased.

When we got to the place.

It was probably past eleven o'clock.

"God Yao is here! Here!"

"Ah."

Yao Zheng stopped the car and got out of the car. It was still cold outside. He put on his coat and walked to a group of people.

"Good morning Yao!"

Yao Zheng nodded slightly.

He Zhuo patted him.

"Shen Yao, you finally came out! I called you several times, why are you free this time?"

"Tired, come and have a rest."

Yao Zheng's face was as usual, and he spoke in a calm tone, and no one could hear any emotion.

"That's a good relationship. Our brothers are waiting for you! I still want to play with you. If you want me to say, you don't want to be your college teacher, you can play professionally with us, our team's The investor specified that he wanted you."

Who would have thought that the most suitable person in the circle to be a professional racing driver would become a university teacher.

This world is too incomprehensible.

"Don't go."

Yao Zheng shook his head and rejected the proposal again.

He knows better than anyone that he is not suitable to be a professional racing driver.

He Zhuo sighed helplessly, and spread his hands to his teammates. It seems that we have to talk about it next time.

"That's fine, we welcome you whenever you want to come, brother Yao, look at my car! How is it?!"

Since Yao Zheng arrived here, his eyes have been looking at this car, and he touched the front: "It's a good car."

"Brother Yao, what you said! That must be a good car!"

"The dual-clutch gearbox has also been changed. These four tires alone are enough to buy a Ferrari, okay, strong."

"Brother Yao really knows the goods! I paid a lot of money to get it, how about a game?" He Zhuo couldn't help but proudly raised his head when he heard this. He really felt very proud to be appreciated by Yao Zheng.

He even raised his eyebrows, licked the corners of his mouth, and there was a look of madness in his eyes.

He wanted to play a game with Yao Zheng a long time ago, but his skills were not good before.

Now with the car bonus, it should be about the same?Won't it be too ugly to lose?

"Play a game."

Yao Zhengzheng had this intention, took the racing suit from his hand, and changed it as he walked.

He didn't even pick a car, just drove a car from the car over there, walked around and tried it out.

"I haven't driven it for a long time, but I'm still a little rusty. The performance of this car is not bad."

Yao Zheng touched the steering wheel, wondering what he was thinking.

"Brother Yao, don't say that!"

"At that time, I will be tortured to pieces again! Look like I'm a bad guy, okay?"

Yao Zheng couldn't help curling his lips when he heard his words.

Then put on the helmet and start the car.

"bring it on."

"Come on!"

"Brothers, watch it! God Yao is going to play a game! Don't blink!"

"I'm so excited! God Yao!"

"God Yao! I want to—"

With a sound of "嗖——", Yao Zheng drove out in the car, ignoring He Zhuo's rainbow fart that he planned to continue blowing.

"Hey, wait for me, God Yao!"

He Zhuo immediately put on his helmet and started the car immediately, so he was bound to keep up with Yao Zheng.

"Come on! Oh ho! Come on! God Yao!"

The onlookers cheered, it was a great blessing in life to see Shen Yao's driving skills here.

……

Yao Zheng, who was running on the racing track, let go of all his thoughts and stared straight ahead.

Venting generally steps the accelerator to the bottom.

It was like lightning, turned one after another dangerous corner, and didn't even stop.

As if desperate, the hostility in his eyes was very serious.

When turning that corner, I don't know whether it was because the speed of the car was too fast or for some reason, the car skidded and rolled over on the spot, rushing to the edge below.

When the car stopped, it was still an inch away from the edge, and it fell directly to the bottom of the cliff.

Yao Zheng bumped straight into the front, and the airbag was triggered. Enduring the pain in his chest, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and climbed out of the car.

He stood up, took off his helmet, glanced at the position of the car, his eyes were full of hostility, stretched out his foot and kicked the rear of the car, and walked on without looking back.

"boom--"

The car fell straight down.

Seeing this scene, He Zhuo, who was following Yao Zheng, stopped quickly, thinking that the game was no match, and immediately jumped out of the car.

I looked Yao Zheng up and down to see if he was injured. Fortunately, he was wearing a racing suit and a helmet, so he was well protected, but there was a little blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck! God Yao, are you alright?"

"What happened to this car?!"

"Are you okay, are you okay!!"

"I am fine."

Yao Zheng spat blood again, and the co-pilot who opened He Zhuo's car got in.

"The car was tampered with."

"what?!"

"Our car has been tampered with! But this is a batch of cars from our club, how could..."

He Zhuo looked at him in disbelief.

Then if it wasn't Yao Zheng who opened it, but someone else opened it, wouldn't it be in this range...

"God Yao..."

"I'm fine, let's go back."

"By the way, check the systems of other cars."

Yao Zheng leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and did not speak again, wondering if he felt comfortable venting.

"All right……"

He Zhuo didn't drive any faster, and drove slowly to the important point.

"What's the matter? Brother Zhuo!"

"God Yao, are you alright?!"

A group of people were looking at the two of them, and they were still a little worried, maybe it wasn't Yao Shen who met Waterloo here.

"Remember to look it up."

"I'll go first."

"Come and try your nice car next time."

Yao Zheng had already returned to his original expression, he took off his somewhat damaged racing suit and threw it aside, no one noticed anything unusual.

"Alright! Come back when you're free!"

He Zhuo greeted him, waved his hand, and called a few people to watch the car.

……

in the night.

Yao Zheng looked down at his hand, turned around and left the place where the lights were flickering.

Step by step into the darkness.

……

Just as he was on the open road, trying again