220: Chapter 219 Horse Track 220: Chapter 219 Horse Track After breakfast, Zhao Yan called herself to say that she had invested in a racetrack, and today was the grand opening.
She asked Song Yun if he wanted to go with her.
A racetrack?
Song Yun was stunned at the moment.
He knew how much money it took to maintain a racetrack, not to mention the simple staffing, the quantity and quality of horses was a major issue.
The last time he had been to a racetrack was years ago, at one in the United States.
That racetrack exuded top-level quality in every aspect.
He wondered what Zhao Yan was intending to do by building a racetrack.
After deciding on the location, Song Yun clapped his hands and said to the ladies, “Beauties, if you’re free today, how about you come with me for horse riding?”
“Horse riding?” Li Shishi asked in confusion, “There’s never been a racetrack in Sunan City.
You’d have to go somewhere else to ride horses.”
“nonono, the first racetrack in Sunan City has been built and is opening today.
Your humble little brother happens to be a major shareholder in this racetrack.
Would you like to go?” Song Yun said with a smile, “Don’t you want to come and see what the environment of this racetrack is like?”
“We’re definitely going!
I’m thrilled to see you bleed cash for once,” Li Shishi and the other two ladies promptly agreed.
Song Yun drove his car towards the location mentioned by Zhao Yan.
After enduring countless hits and torture, his car had finally been transformed by Meng Ku into what it looked like now.
Though it looked like an ordinary car, the driving environment was way more superior, and both the shell and the glass were replaced with military-grade bulletproof materials.
According to Meng Ku, as long as the car wasn’t hit by a mortar, it should have no problems with other weapons.
“Is that the place you mentioned up ahead?” Qingluan asked from the front passenger seat, pointing ahead.
“Probably,” Song Yun said with a smile.
It seemed that Zhao Yan had chosen a decent place.
The racetrack looked very impressive.
Not to mention the size of its grounds, there was even a large lake right at the entrance, showcasing the owner’s wealth and taste.
After parking the car, Song Yun noticed that Zhao Yan had somehow gathered a huge crowd; the parking lot was nearly full, mostly with luxury cars like BMWs, Mercedes, and even a few Lamborghinis and Ferraris.
After parking, Song Yun led the three women to the main entrance of the racetrack.
Just as they were about to enter, two men in waiter uniforms stopped them, smiling, “I’m sorry, sir.
We are having an opening ceremony today, so we’re not serving others.
If you’d like to visit, please come back another day.”
Although they spoke politely, the sneering smile at the corners of their mouths couldn’t be hidden.
“I’m not ‘others,’ I’m a guest invited by your boss,” Song Yun dismissed their triviality.
Stepping on them was less fulfilling than doing something meaningful, especially since Song Yun was now quite high up in the hierarchy – stepping on such minor characters no longer gave him any thrill.
“You?” One of the waiters looked Song Yun up and down, then burst into laughter, “With that outfit, you know our boss?
Sir, please don’t joke.
Everyone coming here today is in luxury cars and suits.
Driving a Passat here won’t make you look impressive in front of your girlfriend.”
“What’s going on with Song Yun?” At first, Li Shishi and the others thought Song Yun was just chatting with the waiters, but upon seeing the disdainful expressions on the waiters’ faces, Qingluan figured something was amiss.
“It’s nothing, just a group of lackeys trying to stop me,” Song Yun replied with a smile.
“Really, you’re not letting me in?
Aren’t customers supposed to be treated as kings?
Is this how you treat kings?”
“Welcome to Yunluo Arena, we hope you have a pleasant time inside,” the waiter said, dismissing further conversation with Song Yun as he turned to greet a VIP arriving in a BMW.
“You’re really looking down on people based on appearances,” Song Yun sighed.
He wondered where Zhao Yan found such fools to guard the door.
Could the racetrack actually make money with such people?
Damn, what a bunch of jerks.
“Who are you calling disrespectful?
Are you looking for trouble?
Security, security!” the waiter yelled towards someone inside a gazebo.
Soon, four or five security guards in uniforms emerged, mumbling “Who dares to cause trouble on our turf?”
“That’s him.
I didn’t let him in, and he kept insulting me,” the waiter pointed at Song Yun.
“Hurry up and kick them out, can’t you see it’s peak time for guests?”
“Buddy, I suggest you take your girlfriends and leave nicely.
This isn’t a place for you.
Just look at the cars around, and you’ll know this is a high-end venue,” the head security guard sized Song Yun up and said.
“So, what should we be doing instead?” Song Yun asked with a smile.
Although he had founded the Shura Alliance, he didn’t have a good understanding of the quality of all its members.
Usually, he was a hands-off manager, leaving everything to Zhao Yan’s management.
Today was a good chance to test how they treated ordinary people.
“You can go wherever you like, just don’t block us from doing business,” the security said.
“We’re not unreasonable people.
Since the gatekeeper didn’t let you in, we’ll have to escort you out.”
“What if the gatekeeper was wrong?” Song Yun said.
“Not everyone in this world wants to show off.
Most people enjoy a game called ‘playing the fool to catch the wise.'”
“What are you talking about?” The waiter shouted, still disturbed.
“Why haven’t you kicked them out yet?
I heard our boss is coming today.
Hurry up and clear people out; we don’t want the boss to have a bad first impression of us.
Let me tell you, don’t leave a bad impression on Brother Song; it’ll drag us all down.”
“You…
you’re saying Brother Song is coming?” The security guard said excitedly.
“Finally, I’ll see him in person today.
I wonder what Brother Song looks like, is he tall, handsome, and imposing?”
“Save your flattery for when Brother Song arrives.
Right now, our priority is to get these people out of here,” the waiter said annoyed, as if he were Song Yun himself.
But everyone on the scene was wrong; the Brother Song they were talking about had already arrived and was watching them make fools of themselves with a smile on his face.