Chapter 270 Showdown Between Fans!

Qi Shaoyuan wanted to say everything regardless, and then stood on Wei Xufeng's head and laughed at him.

If it was someone else's secret, even if it was his own, he would not be able to say it... But, this is the boss's secret!

No, he absolutely can't say it, he can't say it even if he is killed... at most hints!

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"The He family must have lost this game." Suddenly, Wei Xufeng changed his words and said towards Qi Shaoyuan.

Qi Shaoyuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Fart, the He family will definitely win!"

Hearing the sound, Wei Xufeng glanced at Qi Shaoyuan, and said with a sneer: "Old Tang team is the strongest, Hejia team has never won, especially at this juncture, He Lefeng has temporarily replaced the oil bottle. Navigator, I am afraid that the two of them have not started to run in, and the probability of the Hejia team winning is zero."

As a spectator of a well-known professional racing event, if he can't even see this, then he has researched the events of various major teams in vain over the years.

"Oh, otherwise, how about we make a bet, I bet the Hejia team to win, if the Hejia team is out, if I win, I want the boss's autographed photo!" Qi Shaoyuan hurriedly said.

Wei Xufeng cherishes a signed photo of Yeva, the god of death on the track. It is usually kept at home for offering, and Qi Shaoyuan has been coveting it for a long time.

"Hehe, bet me on the autographed photo of the boss, okay, what bet are you taking?" Wei Xufeng sneered.

"Boss's autograph!" Qi Shaoyuan exclaimed excitedly.

"Signature clothes?!" Sanitary, Wei Xufeng was surprised and said in surprise, "Do you have one?"

"Nonsense!" Qi Shaoyuan stood up immediately, walked to Wei Xufeng's side, and tickled his thumb backwards slightly: "See for yourself!"

Immediately, Wei Xufeng subconsciously looked behind Qi Shaoyuan - "yeva"

"It must be fake!" Wei Xufeng sneered almost without thinking.

"Fart, look carefully to see if it's the boss's handwriting!" Qi Shaoyuan said angrily.

He actually said that the signature the boss gave him was fake, which is intolerable!

At this moment, Wei Xufeng looked at Qi Shaoyuan's back again, and after a few breaths, Wei Xufeng's brows suddenly furrowed deeply.

not fake...

It is indeed the boss's handwriting.

Wei Xufeng has a signed photo, and the boss has written his signature on him himself, so he is too familiar with the handwriting of Yeva, the god of death on the track.

"I rely on!"

Wei Xufeng suddenly stood up from his seat excitedly, and started to remove Qi Shaoyuan's clothes.

"What are you doing, you want to grab it, are you going to grab it?" Qi Shaoyuan quickly turned around and took a few steps back.

"Where did you get it!" Wei Xufeng stared at Qi Shaoyuan, gnashing his teeth, his eyes filled with jealousy.

He spent so much money to photograph a necklace at a charity dinner. Originally, he had a chance to sign when he saw a real person, but because there was no paper and the material of the clothes could not be written on, he could only sign it on his waist. It took a lot of effort for him to finally get a signed photo. Qi Shaoyuan is a good guy, but he quietly got a signed shirt! !

Can't bear it... Absolutely can't bear it!

Moreover, the most strange thing about Wei Xufeng is that, with Qi Shaoyuan's character, if he really has the boss's signature shirt, I am afraid that he would have been shouting all over the world with a loudspeaker.

"Be careful, hey, if you get flowers, I'll play with you with a kitchen knife!" Qi Shaoyuan hurriedly took off his clothes and was relieved when he saw that the signature was fine.

"Wait, you... how come you just signed it?" Wei Xufeng looked strange.

"Haha, if you want to take care of it, it's fine." Qi Shaoyuan smiled proudly.