Rebirth of the fighting nation's rich second generation

After paying the entry fee, a dialog box popped up on the webpage immediately, that is, the contestant needs to download the competition contract, print it out, sign it and upload it by fax.

Of course, Vladimir didn't need to do all this by himself, but since Andrei was not in the manor right now, he directly handed over the rest to Sergey.

Sergey didn't dare to neglect, he did it one by one, and when he was about to upload, he accidentally glanced at it.

Suddenly, he was taken aback.

To participate in the falconry competition to pay so much money?

Even though he knew that Vladimir was a super rich second generation, the money was too much...

Besides, those Middle Easterners are very good at playing hawks and falcons, so most of the money was wasted.

Sergey sighed, for this young master, he felt that it was really difficult to figure it out.

……

The manor was not small, but it couldn't accommodate Vladimir's restless heart at all. In the morning, he could stay quietly in the study, but in the afternoon, his restless heart had completely left his body.

"Vassily, get your Bentley ready, I'm driving out."

"Yes, master..."

……

When Vladimir came downstairs, the Bentley convertible he bought two weeks ago was already ready.

Opening the car door, Vladimir, wearing lv sunglasses and dressed casually, got in.

The moment the start button is pressed, the roar of the supercar engine is deafening.

"boom……"

The back-pushing Bentley coupe made Vladimir feel the shock of the high-power engine the moment he started...

Vasily and Viktor followed in a Land Rover...

As soon as he left the gate of the manor, when Vladimir was about to hit the accelerator, suddenly a red sports car with a cool appearance drove past him.

This sports car is also fast.

And when he passed by his car in an instant, the roar of the engine became more intense.

In an instant, Vladimir felt the blood in his body suddenly boil, and saw that he also kicked the accelerator, and the Bentley rushed out steadily and quickly.

Bentley's brand of cars is still mainly in the business series, and it occasionally has a few sports convertible cars. Therefore, in front of Ferrari and Aston Martin, which are the main supercar manufacturers, their coupes are not outstanding.

Even though Vladimir's driving ability is quite good, he still couldn't catch up with the supercar.

After turning a corner, he didn't even see the rear end of other people's cars.

Vladimir couldn't help but patted the steering wheel, and said angrily, "Shet, Falk..."

As the financial center, there are many luxury cars in London. When he drove to the Financial Street in the city center, Vladimir felt that there were so many luxury cars everywhere, so that his Bentley looked so different in front of all kinds of luxury cars. The mediocrity is like an ordinary person accidentally sneaking into the team of stars.

At present, he has no friends in London, and his buddies have all left London, and it will take at least a few days before they can come, so Vladimir drove aimlessly on the street.

Although his car looks very ordinary in London, where there are so many luxury cars, it can't hold back his figure and good looks.While smoking on the street, soon a blond beauty came over and struck up a conversation.

"Hey handsome, can I ride in your car?"

Although Vladimir's English is not very good, he can still understand simple English.

"No." Vladimir politely refused her.

"Why?" The beautiful girl looked surprised.

"Because you're not sexy enough."

The girl spread her hands, "Then what counts as sex?"

"Wearing a bikini, I'll take you to bask in the sun, and by the way, I'll give you everything I lose in fighting the landlord."

"Shet, crazy." The girl walked away angrily.

"Haha..." Not only was Vladimir not angry, but he laughed out loud.

Accustomed to seeing all kinds of beauties, Vladimir has already developed immunity to this level of beauty. In his opinion, only beautiful and temperamental women are his favorites.

After wandering around the center of London boringly, Vladimir felt that there was not much meaning, so he simply drove back home.

Coincidentally, at the entrance of this rich area, he saw the supercar just now again, but it was parked by the side of the road right now.

Soon, a tall woman with short hair came out of the convenience store, and then opened the door of the supercar.

Vladimir was very surprised, he didn't expect the owner of this luxury car to be such a woman.

He thought it was a man.

And this femininity and appearance are not inferior to Eve Bora.

If there is a comparison, she may be older than Eve Bora.

However, this does not prevent Vladimir from having chicken jelly on his face...

However, the chicken was frozen for a while, and Vladimir found that it was most likely that the white chicken was frozen.

Because most of these women are not single.

"Shet..." Thinking of this, Vladimir looked displeased.

However, by some strange circumstances, he still followed closely behind the supercar.

This is exactly "tailing".

Once again to Vladimir's surprise, the supercar in front seemed to have found his "tailing", so it didn't stop, but kept going around inside.

After going around for a few laps, Vladimir looked at the route on the driving recorder, only to realize that he had been tricked by the supercar in front of him.

"Fak..." Once again, foul words came out of his mouth.

However, at this moment, the supercar stopped.

Vladimir slammed on the brakes.

What made him even more unexpected was that the short-haired girl got out of the car and walked towards him.

Vladimir had a calm expression on his face, resting his hands on the car door, looking at the beautiful woman walking towards him.

I have to say that looking at beautiful women is almost the same as appreciating those works of art.

When I came to the car, I saw this woman took off her sunglasses and said with disdain, "Hey, are you trying to fuck me?"

Vladimir didn't hide it, and said very simply: "That's right, I just want to fuck you."

"Well, go to my house and do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"My son needs someone to help with his homework, will you?"

"What about your husband? Does he mind?" Vladimir smiled.

The woman snorted coldly, "I don't have a husband."

"If you invite me, I will definitely go." Vladimir suddenly became more courageous. After all, they all lived in rich areas, unlike other places where snakes and dragons mixed together.

"But you are not afraid that I will eat you." Vladimir smiled badly.

The woman smiled slightly, and slowly brushed her slender fingers across his face: "It's unclear who is the hunter and who is the prey. If a hunter can't catch up with the prey, do you think such a hunter is stupid?"