A Horse Race

"So which is your favorite car now?"

Leng Huaijin interrupted Yim Hui impatiently.

Yim Hui did not dare to act coquettishly anymore. He said slowly, "My favorite car recently is Little Black. I just modified it. I plan to use it in the next competition."

Leng Huaijin said, "Then we'll bet on it."

"If Weiyang wins, your car will belong to me. If Sui Jian wins, I will give you the price of ten cars."

Yim Hui's eyes lit up. "Really? "Brother, don't lie to me."

He didn't know that investment only knew how to spend money. He was a famous prodigal, but the cost of playing with cars was really too high. Every time he modified a car, he would eat dirt for a few months.

Leng Huaijin's eyes revealed a dangerous light. He sneered. "Then we have to wait until your big brother Sui can really win."

Why did he feel that if Sui Jian won, Leng Huaijin would be so angry that he would cut himself off?