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Street racing is naturally a competition. If it were purely a friendly match, there would be no need for such pomp and ceremony; a random place and time would suffice, and it only gets exciting with some stakes involved.

This also serves to enhance the enthusiasm for the competition, similar to those F1 races, where at least the drivers get various bonuses for winning.

But if it was purely about seeing who's fastest, with no rewards involved, it would really just be a friendly match—a complete waste of fuel, not to mention the significant wear and tear on the cars themselves.

So, the stakes in street racing are quite important, directly affecting the drivers' enthusiasm.

Of course, if the bets are large enough, the influence of the race also increases.

Like in Ninghai, every major racing day attracts many participants, and the bets are quite substantial. Even disregarding external betting, the driver who wins first place can earn millions in profit.

If it's a head-to-head bet, the stakes are even larger. A few hundred thousand is trivial; bets of ten million are not uncommon.

Qin Fang knew that Ning Weiqiang had once bet ten million in a head-to-head race and had won by a stroke of luck, fattening his wallet considerably.

Of course, the ones who bet against each other definitely have some conflict, betting big just to spite the other.

Lu Ming and Sun Shu were no different, but Yangcheng couldn't compare to Ninghai. It was not so easy for the two of them to make money here. Being able to bet big was already quite impressive.

However, once it reached Qin Fang's ears, it turned into "too little, uninteresting," which severely disheartened both Lu Ming and Sun Shu.

Sun Shu was somewhat okay; he just slightly opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

If it were before, he might have been somewhat skeptical about how incredible Qin Fang was, but having just dealt with Fang Tong and casually gifting him several million, Qin Fang saying their three million bet indeed seemed too small.

Lu Ming, on the other hand, was different. His eyebrows raised almost instantly, his eyes flashing with displeasure...

Lu Ming had been in the racing scene for quite a while, starting in his teens. As his father's position gradually improved, the stakes he played with grew bigger and bigger.

Apart from competing fiercely with Sun Shu, he also occasionally crossed paths with racers from several neighboring cities. He just had never gone to Ninghai to race.

There were too many more skilled privileged young masters in Ninghai. Lu Ming, being discerning and used to being the boss, was very reluctant to play the underling.

Unless his father got promoted to a position in Ninghai, he might consider blending into that circle. But as it seemed now, that was unlikely in the short term; he just wasn't at that level yet.

"Then, Young Master Qin, how large should the stake be to make it worth your while?"

Although Lu Ming was increasingly displeased with Qin Fang, it didn't deter him from inviting Qin Fang to join the racing. He didn't believe Qin Fang's skills could surpass his drivers.

Since it was certain he could win money, the bigger the bet, the better. If Sun Shu dared to wager ten million with him in one game, he would happily race ten rounds a day!

"How large a stake..."

Qin Fang hesitated for a moment, frowning in contemplation as though genuinely struggling with the question. However, he turned to Sun Shu beside him and asked, "Brother Sun, how much have you lost to Young Master Lu in total?"

Sun Shu was startled, looking at Qin Fang in surprise. Clearly, he understood Qin Fang's intention—Qin Fang was planning to stand up for him.

"Could his skills be that strong?"

The thought flashed through Sun Shu's mind. Considering Qin Fang was much younger, even if he had started driving in his teens, it had only been a few years. Racing skills needed time to develop.

Besides, the last time he saw Qin Fang, Qin Fang was just a poor student. He probably hadn't even been in a sports car many times, let alone driven one...

Of course, Qin Fang was a completely different person now. Just look at the people Qin Fang was in contact with. They were definitely not ordinary. At least Sun Shu no longer felt superior to the current Qin Fang.

"About twenty million in total..."

Though still hesitant, Sun Shu reported the figure.

He didn't dare to report too much. The twenty million was a conservative number, basically the total he had lost over the year. That didn't even include the original purchase prices of the antiques he had lost...

The number wasn't small, basically all he could afford. He was thinking to himself, if Qin Fang accidentally lost, he could still manage to pay by gritting his teeth.

He really didn't have high hopes for Qin Fang. Lu Ming's driver was truly skilled. This past year, he had found many capable drivers, but without exception, they all lost. Qin Fang might be skilled, but could he really be better than a professional? He knew that Lu Ming's driver had been mixed up in Hong Kong...

The development of street racing in the country wasn't very long, and technically, it was still in its early stages, generally weak. Mostly, rich young heirs with money to burn were involved, with few truly noteworthy racers.

Slightly better ones had all come from overseas, like Hong Kong, Macau, or places like Europe, the United States, Japan... Dragon Country's native racers weren't really impressive.

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