Chapter 33: Spiritual opium

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"It's not that she's not worth it, but that I'm not worth it."

How much cherishment the other party has.

But if you don't have the ability to bear it, don't expect it from the other party. This is Hunter's standard.

"Come to Red Bull. We will give you an annual salary of € 750,000, which is three times that of Marcus."

Irving said.

Hunter's eyes widened, he felt like he was hearing.

"What? Seven hundred fifty thousand euros?"

"The penalty is borne by Red Bull." Irving put a smile back.

This guy is serious.

At this time, the opposite man in the suit again bid for $ 90,000.

"One hundred thousand dollars." Irving continued to clasp Hunter's wrist, held his hand, and coldly glanced at the opposite suit man, wiping his neck sharply.

The other swallowed and wanted to continue to ask for prices. Irving raised his eyebrows, but the other party still did not speak.

Hunter's old blood spurted out.

"Hey ... enough, Owen ..."

"Join the Red Bull team and be my teammate, this 100,000 dollars is invited as the team manager Mr. Hanks." Owen smiled crookedly, like a very beautiful old fox.

Hunter was stupid, and then he realized that he was going through the first dig in his life.

"According to your performance at these stations, if you continue to earn points, it is very likely that the annual salary after tax is more than one million euros. You can buy your house back soon."

Hunt still had a look of wondering what was going on.

"Do you know that the most important factor in determining a driver's ranking is no longer the driver's technology?" Irving asked.

"I know. It's the performance of the car."

"The Marcus team is very weak, and their power unit development is lagging behind the big team. If you really want to win Formula One someday, you need a stronger backing. Now Red Bull team reaches out to you With the olive branch, how do you decide? "

"Do you really think it's a good time to discuss this?" Hunt's frown frowned.

The strength of the Red Bull team is indeed much stronger than the Marcus team, neither technical support nor financial support is on a level.

"I think now is the best time-when your willpower is weakest."

"If my answer is 'No', I'll pay the 100,000 dollars myself, right?"

No wonder Donald had asked him to be careful about Owen.

"It's okay, I'll still ask you." Owen reached out and squeezed Hunter's cheek. "I'm not such a mean person."

I'd rather you be so stingy.

"So, what's the answer?" Irving asked with a sideways look.

At this time, the host of the auction announced to the guests that Nikki belonged to Hunter.

"You know that at the lowest point in my life, the Marcus team gave me the only goal to survive. I can quit F1, but I can't leave the Marcus team, at least not now."

Owen looked into Hunter's eyes, lowered his head, and smiled.

That smile didn't know if it was helpless, admiration or laughing at Hunt's childishness.

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