When Ye Qianqian heard this, she turned her nose up and snorted: "Little idiot, what are you thinking about? With me here, who dares to hit you?"
"It's not impossible to help you, but you have to ensure my safety." Song Ziyu said.
"No problem, don't worry!" Ye Qianqian said, "I'm just asking you to anger someone, I won't put you in danger."
"Okay, I promise you." Song Ziyu thought about it for a while, and there happened to be nothing to do in the afternoon, so he agreed.
"Let's meet wherever we can, let's go." Song Ziyu said.
"You can't go like this, you will be laughed at." Ye Qianqian looked at Song Ziyu and said.
The girl drove to Ito-Yokado and quickly selected a pair of high-quality clothes, pants and shoes for Song Ziyu.
The clothes are a knitted navy blue open-collared thin sweater, and the trousers are pure black tuck-in breeches, paired with a pair of shiny riding boots, and the whole outfit is complete.
After changing her outfit, Song Ziyu looked a little more suave when she stood in front of the mirror. In addition, her handsome appearance made Ye Qianqian stunned for a moment.
"I can't tell, you are still just a dresser, and you look stylish no matter what you wear! I just don't know why you were dressed so ordinary before." Ye Qianqian praised.
Song Ziyu shrugged indifferently.
The longer I stayed in the Longshan settlement, the more casually I dressed. After all, in that kind of wasteland world, there was no use in dressing up. No one would appreciate it at all!
Moreover, in a world where dangers are everywhere, the more colorful you wear, the easier it is to become a target for the enemy.
Ye Qianqian swiped her card to pay, and then took Song Ziyu on the beltway and headed straight to the third ring road in the north of the city.
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Red Star Racecourse is the only racecourse in Nandu.
This racecourse is very luxurious. It has grass and mud tracks and covers an area of nearly a thousand acres. The venue level is also world-class. It is a well-known horse racing venue in the entire Yuxia capital.
A number of international competitions are held here every year, attracting top horse racing talents from all over the world to compete... Of course, the biggest profit of the Red Star Racecourse comes from the consumption of Jockey Club members.
The above information is an introduction that Song Ziyu saw on the Internet, but he has never been here.
Because I am not a Jockey Club member.
After all, this is a place of joy for the rich and powerful. If you want to become a member of the Jockey Club, you need to pay a one-time annual membership fee of up to 300,000 yuan.
Three hundred thousand!
It would be considered good for an ordinary family to have an income of 40,000 to 50,000 yuan a year. It takes several years of savings to buy a ticket here.
And this is the basic consumption. There are countless other expenses after entering the racecourse. Take raising a thoroughbred horse as an example. It is impossible to cover it without spending millions a year.
Song Ziyu looked at the racecourse, feeling a little melancholy.
Although he has a small fortune now, he is completely like an ant in front of the real rich.
After parking the car, Ye Qianqian led herself straight to the lobby of the lounge.
At the entrance of the hall, two beauties in professional attire smiled and checked Ye Qianqian's nameplate, and then opened the huge French door themselves.
There was a warm feeling in the room. Song Ziyu walked into the hall and found that the entire hall had floor heating.
The floor of the hall is made of crystal stone floor with gold edge, and the chandelier above the head is extremely gorgeous.
There are several seating areas in the spacious hall, each with a different style of decoration, and free snacks and tea are provided.
Song Ziyu could feel that every bit of the air in this place exuded an aura of luxury.
"This is Brother Dajun's property. Just follow me. Don't talk casually. Just nod your head to what I say." Ye Qianqian whispered to herself.
Song Ziyu nodded and followed Ye Qianqian, keeping only half a step away.
Suddenly Ye Qianqian grabbed her hand and leaned in front of her.
A greasy feeling came, and Song Ziyu found that the little girl's palms were warm and sweaty.
Xiao Nizi is very nervous!
Holding her hand, Ye Qianqian walked toward the people in the lounge.
These people were wearing strange clothes and all looked to be in their early twenties.
Song Ziyu glanced briefly and found that the clothes of the people present were all low-key and extravagant.
Seeing Ye Qianqian approaching, the men and women talking and laughing looked over.
"Sister Qianqian is here."
A little girl shouted happily.
"Who is that person? Why are you holding hands with Sister Qianqian?" A man exclaimed.
Only then did everyone notice this detail.
Several eyes glanced at him, Song Ziyu pretended to be calm, his face expressionless.
At this time, Ye Qianqian had already walked in front of everyone, scanning everyone with a blushing face, and finally her eyes fell on an older man.
Song Ziyu followed Ye Qianqian's gaze and saw that the man had eyebrows like crescent moons, eyes like bright stars, face as white as snow, and skin like frost. He was wearing such a white sweater and sitting motionless on the sofa, unlike Pan An. But better than Pan An.
Next to the man, sat a well-behaved girl.
The girl has an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and big eyes. Song Ziyu can conclude that even the red and purple female stars on TV may not be as beautiful as this girl.
The girl sat quietly next to the man, and the two of them smoked a cigarette together. They looked like glue, which made people envious and sad at the same time.
Song Ziyu could clearly feel that when she saw this man, Ye Qianqian's hands were sweating even more, and the expression on her face was no longer calm.
"Lin Shaofeng!" Ye Qianqian shouted.
The man turned his head and looked over, with a faint smile on Fengshen's handsome face: "Qianqian is here... who is this?"
The man looked at Song Ziyu with a puzzled expression on his face.
"This is Song Ziyu, my boyfriend!" Ye Qianqian said.
"Song Ziyu?" The man stood up and walked to Song Ziyu, stretched out his hand and said, "My friend is very familiar. Have you seen him somewhere?"
Song Ziyu didn't answer, but Ye Qianqian rushed to answer: "Tzuyu didn't grow up in the courtyard."
"Oh, that's it." The man's smile disappeared immediately, and he withdrew his hand coldly.
For a moment, Song Ziyu felt the huge contempt and hostility of this man named Lin Shaofeng.
Lin Shaofeng stopped looking at him and started chatting with Ye Qianqian: "Qianqian, what do you think? There are so many friends in the yard, which condition is not good enough? Do you want to find someone from outside the yard?"
Ye Qianqian snorted coldly when he heard this: "Are you embarrassed to accuse me? Why don't you also find a vixen!"
Saying that, Ye Qianqian glared fiercely at the girl sitting obediently on the sofa.
Lin Shaofeng smiled bitterly: "Qianqian, don't make trouble, Youyou and I are in love."
"Hmph!" Ye Qianqian showed a trace of imperceptible pain, but this pain was suppressed by her strong self-esteem.
"I also like Ziyu." Ye Qianqian said loudly.
Saying that, Ye Qianqian took the initiative to hold her hand.
This is just to make Lin Shaofeng angry!
At this moment, Song Ziyu felt like she was being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.
Ye Qianqian's friends all looked over, their eyes full of hostility.
Darling, this doesn't feel good.
Fortunately, Song Ziyu is now thick-skinned enough to be able to remain calm in the face of all kinds of hostility.
"Okay, as long as you like it." Faced with Ye Qianqian's "bright sword", Lin Shaofeng didn't accept the move at all, just shrugged, then gave Song Ziyu a meaningful look, and then sat back on the sofa.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qianqian was so angry that her teeth itched, but there was nothing she could do.
"Xiao Lin, Qianqian, hahaha, I kept you waiting for a long time."
In this tense atmosphere, a man walked in from outside the hall.
