My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 821: 806: A Young Man's Success

Chapter 821: Chapter 806: A Young Man’s Success

Yamashita Yoko took him to those racing tracks to race, firstly to improve his driving skills, and secondly to earn some money.

To be honest, this guy wasn’t much use at Nine Turns Eighteen Bends, always finishing last, but on other racing tracks, he showed his prowess, winning over seven hundred thousand in just a few days. This made Pan Chengguang feel like he was a young man on the rise.

In three days, he had made seventy thousand, averaging over twenty thousand a day. At that moment, Pan Chengguang felt even more impressive than his father. After all, Pan Qianqiu seemed to make only a few tens of millions a year, maybe over a hundred million at best, but he was making over twenty thousand a day, which translated to over six million a month, almost a hundred million a year.

How comfortable he felt, just driving a car. At that moment, he even thought he had found a glorious path and considered himself a young genius. It must be said that for some people, reaching such heights was truly a tragic fate.

With over eight hundred thousand in his hands, he went back to gamble at Nine Turns Eighteen Bends, putting all of it on the line this time. The result was remarkable; he had an amazing performance and won once, earning over eight million. You see, there is no second place at Nine Turns Eighteen Bends; there’s only the first place. Anyone who participates will lose money, and the amount lost is based on how much the first place bet.

For instance, if Pan Chengguang bet eighty thousand, then the losers would have to pay him eighty thousand. With ten people betting in that round, Pan Chengguang suddenly made eight million. Gambling in racing is about experiencing heart-pounding excitement.

If Pan Chengguang lost, and the winner bet five hundred, Pan Chengguang would have to give away all his eighty thousand. If that person bet five million, Pan Chengguang would have to provide not only his eighty thousand but also make up five million.

That’s car racing betting. You never know how much you might lose before reaching the finish line.

At such a young age, Pan Chengguang earned over eight million. At that time, he truly felt accomplished and even had a sense of looking down on the world. He even scoffed at his father being the president of a multinational corporation, thinking, can you earn eight million in a day? No, but I can, isn’t that impressive?

During those days, Pan Chengguang felt like he was glowing, and with money, luxury cars and beautiful women followed. He felt like a lucky star, constantly winning whenever he participated in racing.

In just a week, he went from being heavily in debt to becoming a successful person with over thirty million in assets in just a month.

Life’s changes are unpredictable, but all good fortune seemed like an illusion. When he was most proud, during his second race at Nine Turns Eighteen Bends, Pan Chengguang bet a million. This bet was concealed until the result was out; they wrote their bet on a piece of paper and threw it in, for fairness.

In this race, Pan Chengguang initially led by a mile. He thought of his opponents as novices, believing he had already secured his over ten million winnings. Suddenly, a sports car quickly caught up, and Pan Chengguang narrowly lost, just by less than a second. But a loss is a loss.

The person who defeated him was none other than the Boss of the Third Group, who had given him the greatest humiliation previously.

When he learned of the Boss’s bet amount, he almost fainted, as the Boss had bet thirty million, turning Pan Chengguang from an advanced wealthy man with over thirty million into a penniless pauper overnight.

Such is reality. When you have money, people are willing to follow you. When you don’t, nobody pays attention to you. When Pan Chengguang had no money, those lackeys and followers left one by one, and those car model beauties vanished too. Reality was indeed harsh.

Pan Chengguang’s mindset had completely changed by now. He had grown accustomed to admiration and the feeling of being sought after by many beautiful women. How could he accept such failure? In his mind, this failure was purely accidental, after all, it was just a second’s difference.

So, Pan Chengguang began to gather money, determined to recover. He sought out Yamashita Yoko again and borrowed thirty-five million from a loan company, planning a significant comeback.

But due to the large loan amount and no collateral, borrowing was naturally difficult. At this point, Pan Chengguang mortgaged two houses and three shop spaces his father had bought for him domestically. He was essentially a madman then, not considering other issues at all, focusing solely on revenge and recovery, and living a life of admiration again.

After borrowing the money, Pan Chengguang was reckless. He mocked himself, saying the thirty million was just temporarily stored there and vowed to get them back with interest.

With thirty-five million on the line, he had lost interest in small casinos, as they capped bets at one hundred thousand. Now, losing tens of thousands was like an ordinary person losing ten thousand and trying to recover a few cents.

When he bet the thirty-five million, the race began, and Pan Chengguang was quite nervous, given the large amount. He narrowly lost again, once more defeated by the Boss. This time was even worse, losing by only 0.03 seconds. It felt like both reached the finish line simultaneously, but the Boss’s car hit the mark slightly earlier, so the Boss won.

Remarkably, he lost the entire thirty-five million in one go, leaving nothing behind. This time, Pan Chengguang was utterly dumbfounded, lost, clueless, and scared. Honestly, he never expected things to progress to this point. He was about to win, so why was he just a bit slower? The thirty-five million vanished through his fingers.