Chapter 782: So This Is Basically Long-Term Advertising?

When Wang Yun heard Old Luo say that, he clicked his tongue inwardly. He hadn’t expected that even second place could earn over fifty million. Old Luo chuckled and slung an arm around Wang Yun’s shoulder. “Don’t underestimate Gabriels. He’s won several off-road championships.” As he spoke, Old Luo pointed down the mountain at one of the cars Wang Yun had wrecked. “That one’s called Bitka. He was the off-road champion of our entire region the year before last.” Then he…