"Hiss," Zhou Chao sat up from the bed, feeling a bit dizzy. Last night, Ling Chen had initiated a drinking spree, and the employees took turns toasting. Zhou Chao lost count of how much he had consumed. Though his physical constitution was strong, even he couldn't withstand this much.
In the scorching September of Modu, after having breakfast that Lin Wu had brought, Zhou Chao lay by the pool on a lounger, engrossed in reading "Selected Works of Mao". He found it quite enjoyable.
"Buzz, buzz." The phone placed nearby started ringing. Zhou Chao picked it up without looking and answered, "Good morning, Qin Lang."
"Zhou Chao, do you have time today? Come to the Supercar Club and have some fun."
"I'm free anytime. What car should I bring?"
"Just bring the best one from your garage. I'll be waiting for you at the Modu Racing Circuit. I'll send you the location. Hurry over."
